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

Because Husky was overly enthusiastic, Isaac instead felt a bit embarrassed.


He cleared his throat softly, "That's the case, madam.


"I believe... all 'creative work' is great, without distinction. Although it is not 'creative work' in the ceremonial sense, it is precisely because of its sacred significance that it also possesses greatness.


"This is also the subject of a paper I wrote previously. 'On the Value of the Act of Creative Work Itself and the Subsequent Mutual Bestowment of Sacredness between Ceremonial Creative Work': I discussed this situation in it."


Isaac recited the long title of the paper quickly.


Husky's brain crashed for a moment upon hearing about the paper, but after a reboot, she paused and noticed the previous address.


Her face turned red—clearly, she was not yet accustomed to this form of address.


Then, she suddenly realized that she was playing as a female character. The address was not a problem.


Chapter 29 No One Knows Soul Snatching Spell Better Than Me