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

Although the mysterious lady looked quite disdainful of Silver Baron,


she still accompanied him on a tour around the Cold Wind Fortress.


Of course, this was also because the mysterious lady knew that Silver Baron's visit was not as simple as he claimed, "to see how the local business development is."


If Silver Baron wanted to achieve this effect, he didn't need to see it for himself. His divine role would directly tell Silver Baron everything he needed to know and wanted to know.


The deities, in their own domains, have superuser-like privileges: search, query, surveillance, prohibition—they are the managers of this world.


The reason why gods have not become ultimate tyrants, fully controlling this world…part of the reason is the constraints of the "Creation Ritual: The Calendar System," and another part is because the power of deities is extremely divided…allowing each deity to control only their own domain.


Chapter 130: The Remaining Divine Duties of the Charioteer