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

    Isn't this just too much of a coincidence—almost like a convenience propped up by fate?


    Unlike the Eldest Princess, Annan, who knew more of the truth, was not that panicked.


    This Kafney's former teacher, who had founded the corrupted Transcendent organization called "Hermes' School" in Capital Noah... was in fact neither Nicolas himself, nor a clone or synthetic human of his.


    He wasn't even human, but merely a thought entity from the days of "Nicolas Flamel."


    The so-called thought entity is a segment of consciousness extracted from a nightmare.


    It's a "memory fragment" living within a false script, possessing false or incomplete memories and a certain degree of free will. Because it has been given a physical body, it won't realize in the short term that it is just a non-existent illusion.


Chapter 420: The Incorporeal Reminiscence and the Chariot's Ruts