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

And to prevent them from being prepared, Husky had an array of tricks up her sleeve.


Rather, Husky had utilized every method she had experienced or thought of. The reason she left behind a pile of games was to have a try at each one…


When these junior wizards had nearly exhausted the available play, they would suddenly realize, "Damn, there's nothing left behind." Then they would turn to other diversions… and eventually discover that all the games left by Husky were incomplete.


—Or rather, they were all demo versions.


Then they would try to use their family's authority and credibility at home to con money from those "investment consultants." Of course, it wouldn't exactly be considered cheating… after all, these games could indeed sell for a decent sum.


But normally, if one saw that a contemporary had already made a partial investment, to avoid a herd mentality, others would generally choose to play it safe.


Chapter 38 Rename it to: Onaiyilos