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

A slightly unfamiliar, yet more mature voice arose in front of Annan, "Feeling any better?"


"We are short on time. If you have recovered a bit, we need to proceed to the next experiment."


His voice was urgent. Judging by his tone, he must have been the initiator of the "Spiritual Body Resonance Vessel" experiment.


It was not the voice that had mocked Bernadino before, hence it sounded slightly unfamiliar.


His attitude towards Bernadino was clearly better.


But Annan could also discern that this was not because he felt pity for Bernadino's plight; it was merely because Bernadino's voluntary participation allowed his experiment to continue.


Soul Reaping Wizards could see everyone's deepest and most unbearable past... If one were easily saddened by others' sufferings, they would likely spend their entire life overwhelmed by sorrow, let alone modify or deceive others' memories.


Chapter 41: Spiritual Body Resonance Furnace