Super Righteous Player

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.

Not praying for ten strings · ACG

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Chapter 101 "I Killed Myself?" (Third Update)_1

"The Unfallen Shield, Justus?"

Upon hearing Annan's inquiry, Longjing Tea frowned in thought, "Now that you ask, I do have a bit of an impression... Hmm, let me think about it..."

He didn't sit down on a chair but paced back and forth in the room.

He first poured Annan some freshly brewed black tea and then brought over some pastries.

"Take your time, I'm not in a hurry."

With a warm smile, Annan accepted the steaming yet not scalding black tea from Longjing Tea.

The wandering child stood quietly by the window while the delicious geese covertly watched the passersby from the second floor.

While Annan wanted to say they were being a bit too nervous... upon reflection, the players were treating him well, so he didn't comment.

Things had changed since the beginning.

If, at the start, players were trying to curry favor with him for affection points, or for quests and rewards...

Now, it was different.

By now, they had gradually become friends with Annan.

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