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 340: Let Us Handle the Official Business

"Hey, have you heard..."

Alexander Robin was in his office at the First Bank of Noah, organizing documents.

At that moment, he heard his manager talking quietly with the employees outside the door.

...What were they discussing?

Alexander was curious.

He adjusted his tie, stood up from his desk, and walked over to open the door.

"What are you talking about?"

He tried to put on a friendly smile and asked in a deep voice.

Even so—his employees were startled when they saw him open the door.

But it wasn't the surprise of seeing a leader appear suddenly; it was an instinctive fear of seeing a man with an exceptionally fierce aura approach.

You see, one of Alexander Robin's occupations was that of a champion swordsman—which means he had won a national championship in a sword-fighting competition.

He looked like a man in his fifties, but he was actually even older.

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