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

The unexpected words from the Silver Baron caught Annan off guard.


He was truly unprepared for this answer.


Annan had subconsciously assumed that all the difficulties and enemies he encountered could only be resolved by himself.


But watching the Silver Baron skillfully taking over the trouble,


his brain went blank… he didn't even know what to say for a moment.


Should he thank him? Or should he refuse the Silver Baron's kindness? Or should he strive to involve himself as well?


Seeing Annan momentarily lost, the Silver Baron couldn't help but chuckle and gently touched Annan's hair.


He spoke softly, "Annan… do you think that nothing major has happened in this world for a long time just because of 'Luck'?


Chapter 85: You Are Never the Lonely Savior