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 319 Family Council_1

After reading Salvatore's reply, Annan still managed to fall asleep calmly.

Not thinking about anything during sleep, obtaining the greatest relaxation during the minimal relaxing time... this was also a special talent. And Annan had mastered this talent.

Work when it's time to work, study when it's time to study, rest when it's time to rest, and entertain when it's time for entertainment—the vast majority of people in the world can't maintain "focus," or rather, maintaining focus itself consumes energy.

This might be the biggest difference between Annan and them.

Annan's memory wasn't exceptional, and he had average motor skills; he wasn't particularly smart, nor did he have extremely good luck. The talent he possessed, the only thing he could do, was the ability to remain calm and self-disciplined.

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