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

"You don't have a mentor of your own, so I will be your mentor."


Isaac seriously said to Shi San Xiang, "I really despise soul-reaping wizards, but I don't discriminate against soul-snatching spells. The reason I despise soul-reaping wizards is that despite their extremely strict review standards, some scum always manages to slip through.


"On one hand, this prevents us from discriminating against all soul-reaping wizards—since most of them are upright, trustworthy, reliable teammates. But precisely because of this, if one or two extremely deceitful villains slip through, there's no way to guard against them.


"I can't manage them, but I can make some contributions within my capabilities. I will do my utmost to train you—not just in spells, but also in morals. Although my experience with soul-snatching spells is only as a victim, I will also learn alongside you—if you have any questions, you can ask me.


Chapter 33: Pain in the Heart of 13 Xiang