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 Absolver said with a smile, "I felt something interesting was about to happen and hid away, and indeed, I was not disappointed..."


    Behind her, four people stood in a row with utmost respect.


    Thirteen Fragrances, Husky, Yufimia, Arthur...


    Annan looked at Husky with complex feelings.


    Although he knew there was a "resonance" between idol Wizards, Annan had never experienced it firsthand.


    But no matter what, within just a few minutes, and even when both had just met for the first time, you managed to recruit one... Is she a girlfriend or a disciple?


    ——If you're so impressive, why were you still single in the original world?


    Is the influence of a beautiful appearance really that strong?!


    Thinking about this, Annan glanced at Husky again.


Chapter 167: Reunion and Quarrel