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

At first, Annan thought he might be overthinking things.


After all, a long time ago, he had learned from the old baker...


That the "Parentless Synthetics" that Nicholas had created, which didn't require anyone's genes and were mass-produced using only the Philosopher's Stone and test tubes, and whose minds were interconnected and reproductively isolated from humans—were all captured and executed after Nicholas's death.


Although due to the constraints of the "Creation Ritual: The Calendar System," the gods usually didn't care much about mundane affairs.


And they didn't "live in the divine realm" as if one could simply call another on the phone. Rather, they walked among humans like ordinary people.


In such a case, establishing contact wasn't easy.


While the gods could directly obtain information from their respective domains, once someone intentionally isolated themselves from these domains, it became difficult to track them.


Chapter 108: The Only Surviving Android