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

"I must tell you, Your Highness Prince Philip's death was indeed unrelated to me."


Crown Princess Elizabeth said with certainty, "We've already obtained some clues and captured the individuals connected to them. This involves some more complex matters."


Annan showed just the right amount of appropriate curiosity, "Can you tell me about it?"


Crown Princess wanted to say that, but she couldn't.


Indeed, she didn't want to explain, but she had to satisfy Annan's curiosity... or rather, she had to convince Annan that this accident was not a manifestation of hostility towards him.


If she were dealing with a mature ruler—even Annan's father, or his brother, Dmitry Winter, who bore the name of Winter but not its power—Elizabeth would dare to plan at this time to gain some advantage for herself, for Noah.


But when facing Annan, she dared not act too rashly.


Chapter 419: The Cheater and the Lost One