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

When Annan realized that the female Earl was none other than Ingrid... the story suddenly became both strange and, somehow, inevitable.


The innocent girl he had seen in "Nightmare: Gemini" was actually an old witch who didn't know how long she had lived. She was just one step away from completing the ritual and being recognized by the "Love Ascendant" truth.


Therefore, she would always come to the mortal realm to find talented young people, then hypnotize herself to "fall in love with the other party," let the other party become involved with her; and finally seal away her own memory, pretend to be a novice, and grow alongside the other party.


Her ritual seemed simple—just need the person who genuinely loved her to advance to Gold with the desire for "love." Then, she could ascend to the Truth Rank, or even become a deity.


Up to now, the position of the "god of love" was still vacantly waiting for her.


Chapter 474: The Country of Sin and Art