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 450 Follow Me Charge!_1

Tasty Wind Goose panted as he hurried back home.

Annan's call for a full team meeting at 5:30 was precisely from the farthest point of his morning run. He sprinted all the way back and collapsed onto his bed in just over ten minutes.

He didn't shower or eat breakfast.

But it wasn't a big deal.

The new version of the promotional video was done.

Just like the first one, it was a montage of nonsensical real-life footage... Although he had no idea what Annan climbing spiderwebs was all about. But compared to the first promotional video, this one contained much more information.

——The first significant foe had emerged.

Although according to Tasty Wind Goose's speculation, they probably wouldn't be able to reach the boss's actual body.

A few players among them were almost advanced enough to reach silver.

But after all, they were just eighty bronzes.

The only good news was that the forty new players who joined later had all completed the advancement and had become Transcendents.

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