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 lunch, while he was still resting and reading in his room, His Holiness Radiance IV from the lineage of the Silver Barons came to visit.


Radiance IV appeared to be a kindly old man.


His frame was lean, and like the Silver Baron, he wore a monocle, always squinting and bearing a gentle smile, his silver-white hair soft and thin. He truly looked like a benevolent elder, speaking slowly.


"Your Majesty Annan, I apologize for the intrusion."


Radiance IV said leisurely. His voice always gave Annan a peculiar feeling.


It felt as if he could at any moment mutter something like "there's one more thing" or "oh dear."


Even the aura about him was distinctly different from that of the other priests of the Silver Baron—they always had a very clear scent of silver coins. But Radiance IV gave off more the impression of an elderly artist.


Chapter 415: Glory of the 4th Era