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

Why did the Book of the Celestial Chariot, clearly known as the Book of Truth of the Mist Realm, rely entirely on the warriors from the Otherworld?


Whether it was summoning, enhancing experience, or resurrecting—all these powers centered around the players.


The original Charioteer, her power was deeply connected to this world.


If Annan could summon these players because they came from a world similar to his own... why couldn't he summon people from his own world? And if the form of the Book of the Celestial Chariot was unrelated to Annan, why were all those summoned by the book familiar "players" to him?


Now, he finally understood—there was indeed a means to grant power to the natives.


It was just that this right was in the hands of Nicholas II... or rather, in the hands of the "Nicholas" who had been killed.


Chapter 450: Light Born from the Mirror