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 383: Eight Luminaries and the Celestial Chariot_1

On the corner of Nicholas II's desk, three test tubes had been set up ready.

He sat at the desk, thinking while slowly and carefully writing and drawing on paper, continuously revising the proportions and rituals.

Since it was still in the development phase, Nicholas II hadn't produced a particularly large quantity... after all, "Hermes Faction poison dust" wasn't like the Philosopher's Stone, which could easily be sold once made.

Although "poison dust" was very effective in killing Otherworld creatures, it was not a commonly used transformation product. Not everyone would encounter Otherworld creatures.

It wasn't that Nicholas II was short of money at the moment.

The materials he lacked couldn't necessarily be bought with money—

"I'll have to use them sparingly..."

Nicholas II sighed.

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