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

After a good while, Philip gradually came to himself.


Even so, he seemed to have aged several years. At the moment when that dulled expression appeared, the carefree, hearty smile also vanished from his face.


He implicitly accepted Victor's words and raised his head to counter-question, "Then who are you?


"To recognize me, to know my true surname; even to be acquainted with Master Chiron, to know what sins Master Chiron had committed, to know information about the Great Calamity Curio, to know that Master Chiron might be aware of the secrets to the fall of the imperial capital... who are you, exactly?"


Without waiting for Victor's response, Philip answered his own question, "You must have met me before. But I have no recollection of you, so you are most likely not an elf of my age.


Chapter 394: Scholar Lu Calls the Expert (Two in One)