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 274: The Crow's Scheme_1

Ding~

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the entrance, and the servants in the kitchen looked toward the source of the noise.

A middle-aged man with a gentle smile, neat clothing, black hair, and black eyes walked in unhurriedly. His composed and imposing manner made the servants unable to resist speculating about his identity.

In his right hand, he held a silver coin.

At that moment, the silver coin was rapidly flipping and rolling between his fingers.

"Excuse me,"

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped a passing servant and asked in a low voice, "How do I get to the basement?"

As he spoke, half of a silver pocket watch silently slipped out from the wide sleeve of his robe.

Seeing the familiar mark of the three-eyed crow, the servant's pupils shrank instantly, and his eyes filled with a fearful respect, not daring to meet the middle-aged man's gaze.

"Just, just go straight from here... then take a left turn and you'll see it."

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