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

The elderly Pope began slowly, "Noah's rich in resources and has a favorable climate, which has led to many people from Winter and the United Kingdom seeking work in Noah.


"This has resulted in an abundance of labor in Noah... nearly every town has multiple factories."


"That's the complete opposite of Winter."


His Holiness the Fourth Glorious nodded, "Indeed, but Noah has its own unique set of problems... and that is freight transportation."


Due to the obstruction of the Mist, long-distance maritime shipping had become nearly impossible.


Even if ordinary people wouldn't die immediately from the Mist, commodities prone to spoilage or decay, such as alcoholic beverages, textiles, and delicate metal products, would rapidly lose value in the Mist.


Chapter 417: The Storm of the Era