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 409: The Secret of The Seventh Daylight_1

"...So that's how it is."

Annan murmured softly.

His gaze met with Henry VIII's, his pure blue eyes as clear as jade and as reflective as a mirror, watching Annan with that seemingly indifferent, falsely gentle smile.

Or perhaps, Henry VIII was just impartially observing everything that was unfolding before him.

Even as his eyes met with Henry VIII's, Annan still felt... Henry VIII was not really looking at him.

...It was like the way Kafney first looked at Annan.

It was as if she didn't see "Annan" but rather a painting named "Annan," or something behind Annan...

Kafney's extraordinarily spiritual vision might be directly inherited from Henry VIII.

And Henry VIII's ability to "know everything" might have arisen from this kind of spiritual vision.

At this point,

The answer was quite clear.

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