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

Yawen reached out and tapped the corner of the table near where Paper Princess was. Then he lifted the teacup from the table. Although he did not look at Paper Princess throughout, Paper Princess, standing behind with her hands on her back, suddenly revealed a somewhat helpless light laugh.


Paper Princess sighed gently, "The truth is… Pygmalion did not initially intend to use the power of the Book of Truth to materialize me. He believed I indeed existed, just without a body and soul.


"So, he prepared a large alchemical ritual. Using his soul as the material to forge mine, using his body to forge my body… With a willing Sacrifice, to perform a 'life for a life' biological transmutation.


"I inherited his memories, his feelings… his everything.


"In fact, right after he died, before I ascended to godhood, I had already stepped out of the painting."


Chapter 121: Choice: "Illusion and Reality