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 knew that advancing to the Gold tier came with risks.


Unlike any previous advancement... To advance to Gold, one must possess a strong enough desire and obsession.


In the process of advancing to a Gold soul, one continuously burns their own obsessions—to constantly refine and forge the Silver tier's liquid soul into a solid "Soul Steel."


Before this advancement, there was never such a degree of danger; only this time, failure was absolutely not an option.


Should one's obsession be exhausted before the advancement is complete, they would become a mindless husk... the so-called "Death Pupa," like a butterfly that never escapes its cocoon.


And the Melvin family had produced a large amount of such "Death Pupae."


Chapter 31 High Emotional Intelligence: You Are an Honest Soul-Reaping Wizard