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

Having comforted Kafney and Maria, Annan actually let out a sigh of relief.


He still knew something about Salvatore.


——Not just about senior Saul and "senior sister Vatore".


For the true, pre-personality-split nature of Salvatore, Annan had a good grasp... He was first and foremost a person of pure goodness.


His temper might not be as soft as during his senior period, but he definitely couldn't stay angry for long.


Thankfully, the plants in that world were there for him to vent his anger on. After blowing off steam, although Salvatore still had a stern face, he wasn't really angry anymore.


But Annan couldn't go up to him immediately and start joking around—out of respect for the senior in front of others.


"Should I address you as senior brother or senior sister now?"


Salvatore crossed his arms and tilted his head.


He glanced at himself and counter-asked, "What do you think?"


Chapter 215 Because I am Salvatore