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 176 Archive Point_1

After treating them to a sumptuous dinner, Annan sent the four of them back to Frostwater Harbor. He didn't keep them at Roth Fort.

This was to prevent the players from causing any trouble—Annan had specifically instructed them to avoid any activity within the city for the next couple of days, and it was best for no one else to know they were here...

The players seemed to have realized that some significant plotline was probably about to unfold. Therefore, they nodded obediently one by one.

But on second thought, Annan still wasn't quite confident about the players' ability to stay out of trouble... So in the end, he took the players back to Frostwater Harbor, planning to bring them back the next day.

He retrieved John's broken sword from the city lord's mansion and entered the nightmare once more.

This time, however, the prompt upon entering the nightmare was distinctly different—

It no longer had the requirements for level and class:

[Nightmare Shard detected]

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