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 84 Annan Fearless_1

And at the moment when Annan struck Justin,

or rather, when the hammer touched the back of Justin's hand, all the books in the study suddenly trembled.

Justin once again felt a familiar and intense chill.

His skin suddenly tightened.

It was as if he was suddenly wearing a tight suit.

It was a control class Curse Binding!

Justin's mind immediately realized the problem.

But his body couldn't react at all—

An invisible halo suddenly expanded from Justin as the center.

In the entire study, all the books, documents, and newspapers,

as if they had been given life at the same time when swept over by that halo.

—Bookbind Shackles!

All the words on these "carriers of knowledge" wriggled like dense insects, embedding into the pure streams of light, becoming fine, mosquito-like skeletons.

Countless streams of light formed into dense chains of light, sweeping in from all directions, instantly capturing Justin's body!

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