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 369: Blood of the World_1

Nicholas slowly opened his eyes as he sat in the chair.

In his calm, lake-green pupils, there was a divine gentleness and compassion, free from both malice and benevolence.

He moved his head from side to side, slightly easing the stiffness of his neck from sitting motionless for a long time.

Nicholas let out a gentle breath, reached behind to comb through his white hair, tied it into a ponytail, and then used a piece of rope from the desk to bind it. He pushed the apparatus on the desk to one side and picked up a phial of sky-blue elixir the size of a little finger from the reagent rack and drank it down in one gulp.

Just then, a steady and suppressed voice of a middle-aged man came from behind Nicholas:

"Where have you just been?"

"Just stepped out for a bit."

Nicholas wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand and turned back to answer softly.

Behind him, there was no living person.

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