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.

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Chapter 31: Sea of Fire_1

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In fact, very few players were able to gather without any injuries.

After all, this was not a game controlled by keyboards, mice, or controllers.

Even the legendary players, who were said to have killed Gandalf with a chicken drumstick in twenty-two seconds, would have panicked for a moment the first time they engaged in actual life-or-death combat with real weapons.

And they were on the side with fewer people.

Hesitation leads to defeat.

Those who did not decide to charge head-on from the start—and those who did but lacked the necessary skills—were all hit at least once or twice by the robbers who had reacted. The one with the worst luck respawned twice right in the midst of the enemies and was now on his third life...

But this did not mean the players were unskilled.

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