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

After the whole world had collapsed, Annan did not leave the nightmare as usual.


He felt himself trapped in a half-asleep, half-awake chaos... his body was ready to wake up, but his spirit was still deep in sleep.


But there was no need to open his eyes.


Even with his eyes closed, Annan could feel the Infinite Light all around him.


It was not Bernadino's body, but Annan's own.


It was like the time of sunset, before the sun turned deep red... the golden, dream-like dusk light that was not harsh on the eyes.


Above that dusk light was the twilight that enveloped heaven and earth.


And beneath it, lay the chaotic and hazy Mist.


The Mist quietly emanated a white glow, resembling clouds that gather around the sun on a cloudy day.


Annan, lying flat with his eyes firmly shut, rose from the Mist, gradually floating upwards.


Until his body was level with the dusk light.


At that moment, the dusk light reached its most brilliant instant.


Chapter 59 Stigmatization Ritual