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

Pas assez d’évaluations

829 Chs

Chapter 339 Heading to Noah_1

Whether it was Dmitry, Bella, Dorin, Solomonik, or the still ignorant Russell...

All those involved in the incident had their lives turn into a complete mess. Their experiences could undoubtedly be called "tragedies."

In these, there was inevitably the guidance of a playwright of tragedy.

Because it was "inevitable fate."

Given their personalities, experiences, and origins... even if repeated many times over, the same results would occur.

But now, because of Annan's strong intervention, existing tragedies didn't turn into greater tragedies; and those that were yet to occur were completely severed.

So, Annan once again realized the weight of that phrase.

— Fate is but the track of the heavens' chariot.

It was precisely Annan's existence that completely disrupted the playwright of tragedy and the Wolf Professor's manipulation of "fate."

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