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

"This thing swings with an exceptionally good feel."


"It's lighter than a hammer, heavier than a baton, easy to lift for blocks and parries, can whip or chisel strike. Even Bernadino's not yet fully developed body could easily use it to demolish a corner of a table."


Annan even felt that this object was somehow more suited to the hand than a sword...


Although he had long heard of the great fame of the Physick Blade, it was the first time he had actually treated a crowbar as a weapon.


"However, since I have been given such a thing..."


Annan muttered, "What do I have to fear?"


His physical body possessed a level-one Cross-Weapon Mastery, a skill that was not particularly advanced, so even the non-Transcendent Bernadino could use it now. Though he lacked the Blood of the Frigid Winter in his veins, the initial level Frost Sword Technique could still be utilized.


Chapter 46: The Heart Desiring Love