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

Annan had indeed heard the name "Smoke Mirror"...of course, it was in another world.


In Aztec mythology, there are four suns, and the Smoke Mirror—Tezcatlipoca—was the first, more accurately translated as "Mirror Emitting Smoke."


It was known as "the ruler of the present, the ruler of now," its nature elusive like the intangible night wind, mocking everything and unhesitatingly making enemies with all parties.


In this world, however, it was "The First Radiance's Egg Sheath," the birthplace of the first streak of light...before this, the concept of the sky did not exist in this world, but was ruled by "night."


—Until the first light broke through the night.


"The power of the 'Smoke Mirror' is singular and potent."


The horse Chiron in the painting spoke softly to Annan, "It's even considered a part of Yawen's authority.


Chapter 424: Bai Lady