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 136 So the Husky Gave Up Thinking_1

"...um, huh?"

Husky was utterly bewildered.

He felt as though he had exhaustively and diligently prepared for a great undertaking... only to suddenly receive the news that he had been admitted without examination just when he was ready to shine.

He had just prepared to start using his brain and carry out the mission in earnest. Yet the BOSS that was supposed to be deceived by him had instantly turned the tables and started stripping off all its gear.

While frantically throwing its loot to the ground, it began reciting the mechanics of other BOSSES at a pace so quick it was like someone eating grapes but not spitting out the skins...

"The entire world is preventing me from thinking!"

Husky grumbled discontentedly.

How can I prove that I have an excellent mind?

Thinking this, he looked around.

—It seemed familiar.

This place... was still room 203.

"Have I come back here again?"

Husky muttered, puzzled.

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