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 410 The Dream-Entering Secret Medicine_1

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"...What have you two been up to?"

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Salvatore appeared bewildered.

He was wearing a white lab coat that wasn't buttoned up, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Having just come out of Geraint's basement, he was wandering around Geraint's house, intending to find Nolan or Eugene to report the recent situation. However, as soon as he got to the corridor near the mirror gallery, he happened to see Annan and Kafney entering through the back door together.

Their attire was indeed quite formal.

Annan had changed into a new tailcoat imported from the United Kingdom that Paper Princess had bought for him, while Kafney had rarely taken off her everyday dark-colored dress, donning a white and purple dress with a cinched waist and a hemline like that of a dwarf morning glory, even wearing long, white, silk lace gloves.

If it were a different set of clothes, Salvatore might think they were going out on a date.

But wasn't that way too formal?

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