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

These constellations were those of this world!


Isaac, with the elegance and seriousness of a great pianist or a conductor waving his baton, swiftly raised his hands.


As Isaac's movements quickly extended towards each constellation,


it was like quickly typing out a complex program.


The constellations were activated one by one, rhythmically radiating a brilliant silver-white glow. Annan could even hear, as Isaac manipulated them, a harp-like clear tinkling sound gradually rising in the air.


It was the School of Prophets' "Ritual Spell: Stellar Divination."


It was not a Gold-level spell, but a Silver-level Prophet spell. Its characteristics were "difficult to learn" and "useful"... these were not contradictions.


Because this spell could act as multiple spells.


Chapter 111: The Legacy of Thought