Not praying for ten strings

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.
Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.
Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.
Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.
Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—
"Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you."
Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, "the Just", the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Super Righteous Player

Hearing this, Annan suddenly understood Philip's thoughts.


His entire life up until now had been a mistake, already straying from the original path.


Philip was not like Bella, who lived in a muddle... even clumsy enough not to know what his actions meant to others, nor the impact of his behavior.


From the third life, Philip had already known everything.


Knowing clearly his mission, and realizing he had trodden the wrong path... Philip resolutely chose to escape this mission.


——He actively betrayed his original mission, which he had forgotten, and chose to live for himself, enjoying his current days.


This itself could indeed be considered a pragmatic act.


But this precisely contradicted what he deduced about himself from the first life, who "held an important mission." Because of this... Philip felt uneasy.


Chapter 396: The Candidate Never Activated