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 85: Prisoner of the Hunter_1

[Killing a Bronze-rank enemy in battle, you have gained 650 communal experience points.]

"Still feels like the experience given is a bit too low..."

Annan sighed, not even bothering to wipe the blood off his boning knife as he placed it back into his bag.

He supposed he'd have to put up with Hammer Bro's grievances for now.

He hoped it wouldn't think the blood on this kitchen knife was half of the offering...

Otherwise, it might hold its head high, mouth open, waiting for more than half a week, unable to feast on a single bone.

Who the hell knew whose blood that was or whose bone should match it.

It was just that after Justin's death, Annan really did not want to absorb several of the Curse Bindings that he left behind.

Because to him, their costs seemed far too heavy:

"Overloaded Hunger (Permanent Type): No matter how much food is stored in the stomach, if injured once, extreme hunger will inevitably set in after one hour."

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