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.

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Chapter 38: The Most Important Frost Beast (3rd Update)_1

"Meeting me here... is it also part of the 'future' you saw?"

Dmitry stared at Giralda and spoke bluntly.

He took the cigar from his lips, and as his deep, magnetic voice rose, smoke naturally wafted from his mouth: "Giralda... Your Excellency?"

At Dmitry's address,

Leona was startled, looking at Giralda in astonishment.

She was not one of those lower-class citizens unaware of the Transcendent world.

By now, she had already realized:

Being addressed as "Your Excellency" by Dmitry, coupled with the vague term "future"... and that seemingly intricate decorative silver ring.

Could this be a grand wizard from the School of Prophets?

"...Oh?"

Upon hearing Dmitry address him in such a way, "Giralda" was also visibly taken aback.

But he did not reveal his identity directly.

Nor did he ask Dmitry how he came to know it.

Instead, he spread his lips into an interested grin, revealing a gentle and harmless smile: "I haven't heard of you having a smoking habit."

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