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

Alfonso's case proved that this theory was indeed valid.


However, Alfonso's good temper seemed somewhat excessive… or perhaps the Grey Professor had been too conservative with the dosage of medication. Even after being injected with an adequate dose of the "Courage Extract," concurrent with the Bone of Fearlessness, he still maintained the demeanor of an affable, pliable man.


…Considering this, Selicia was indeed a decent choice.


Ever since the Winter Reverser abandoned her, she had been excessively passionate towards Annan, like a deserted dog, almost to the point of submissiveness, for fear of being abandoned again.


And no matter what issue she faced, she would harbor a great deal of self-doubt. Even the maids of the ducal palace (who were of course Hands of Winter) carried themselves with more composure and confidence than her.


From this former Gold-ranked Transcendent, one could no longer discern the confident shadow of the "Ship in Stone Captain" from before.


Chapter 8 The Premonition of Entrusting a Child