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

"But fortunately, all that is in the past now."


Isaac smiled helplessly and reached out to ruffle his milk-white curly hair. There was not a hint of gloom in those cat-like emerald eyes, only a shadow-like sorrow.


As he moved, the many geometric ornaments hanging on Isaac's body began to collide with each other, emitting a crisp sound.


He revealed a satisfied smile on his face, "Salvatore is a good kid. Although 'Inertia Refinement' is indeed difficult, even by my standards it is quite challenging to learn... But he is still studying earnestly.


"Salvatore wants to master this spell, which is very difficult indeed. After all, the successor to Heath Tower of Black demands goodness in the depths of the soul rather than unmatched talent, which is different from our Jade Tower. But it is precisely because of this that his earnest attitude is all the more precious."


Chapter 67: The Woman in White Robe