My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1181 - 399. These professionally suicidal geniuses are just different - [Monthly Ticket additional Chapter 6/10]_3

Chapter 1181: 399. These professionally suicidal geniuses are just different - [Monthly Ticket additional Chapter 6/10]_3

Murphy shook his head and gave Phemys a look, and in response, the young lady cast a spell that forcibly transported both her and Little Wei Ming back to the Blood Eagle Corridor amidst Little Wei Ming’s screams.

So, only Murphy and Meng HaHa were left in the Woodland.

The physicist felt that something ominous was about to occur.

She realized that her pursuit of the "truth" might have been too hasty.

Thinking it through, if the Calculating Pearl was a "Limiter" used by "Aliens" to deceive the players, then her recent actions were like suddenly opening her eyes among a room full of sleeping people.

"We are not the aliens you think we are..."

While Meng HaHa was pondering, Murphy suddenly spoke.

His perfect Mandarin, even with a slight accent, startled Meng HaHa, causing her to step back several steps in shock, tremblingly crossing her arms in front of her.

She felt she really had encountered a "supernatural event."

Moreover, it was likely that this "third kind of encounter" had unexpectedly advanced to a dialogue without any preparation. As a physicist, she was more aware than anyone of the dangers involved.

"You...what exactly are you?"

She asked, suppressing the fear in her heart.

At this moment, Murphy behaved like a "Puppet;" it was as if another mysterious consciousness was hiding under the handsome shell of a vampire, making the main line NPC’s movements seem very rigid and out of sync.

That mysterious "It" spoke through Murphy’s eyes to the frightened Meng HaHa:

"We are Observers, observing, collecting, and recording information is our duty. We do not interfere with your world, but we know that you will not let your guard down just because of this promise. So, you can continue to probe and dig deeper; we will not stop this process.

However, your recent action was inappropriate, Ms. Lin currently residing at the Bund!"

"!!!"

Having her real address and surname exposed by "Murphy" increased Meng HaHa’s fear, then she heard "Murphy" say to her:

"This is not a threat as you might think right now. Today’s action is merely to outline a boundary for you! I hope you and your friends, while exploring the so-called ’truth’ you’re interested in, will respect this boundary!

That is, your explorations should not come at the expense of destroying someone else’s ’gaming experience.’

To put it simply, you can choose to act recklessly, but you should not involve others who are unaware.

It’s your freedom to dismantle our ’concealing device,’ but if others mimic your actions, causing new turmoil in the situation in Transylvania, then the blame will fall on you!

However, beyond this, you are free to do as you please here, and we will not harbor excessive emotions towards you as a unique ’specimen.’

This is your first warning!

Ms. Lin, there will not be a second."

After speaking, Murphy’s body began to shiver, as if indicating that the mysterious consciousness was "withdrawing." Realizing that her conversation with the "person behind the scenes" was ending, Meng HaHa quickly overcame her fear and shouted:

"Is this place...Transylvania...really real?"

"Good question."

The mysterious "Observer," controlling Murphy’s body, turned back, gave Meng HaHa a subtle smile, and responded:

"You guess? Since your thought process has already ventured into the realm of real versus illusion, why not consider another more thrilling possibility... are you so certain that your side is ’real’?"

"???"

In Meng HaHa’s wide-eyed confusion, the possessed Sir Morphy returned to his usual gentle and handsome demeanor in the next second.

He looked around, seemingly unclear why he was there.

Seeing the terrified Meng HaHa, Murphy said with concern:

"My Warrior, what’s wrong with you? I just received a prompt about your Calculating Pearl being damaged, which has never happened before. I need to make sure you haven’t encountered any danger.

Your complexion is really bad; it’s as if you’ve seen a ghost."

"Yes, I really did see a ghost."

Meng HaHa nodded vigorously, then obediently handed over her dismantled Calculating Pearl to Murphy, saying:

"I apologize, Sir, I was driven by personal, reckless curiosity to dismantle it. I will take responsibility for this and ensure that I do not teach others how to dismantle it."

"You really managed to dismantle the Calculating Pearl yourself without triggering the self-destruct mechanism? That’s impressive!"

Murphy did not get angry but instead expressed his admiration:

"That’s something almost no one else could achieve except for a Half-body Man craftsman. Your own skills have brought about a small miracle; it seems you truly have Talent in this area.

Moreover, Milian told me that successfully removing the Crystal Stone from the Calculating Pearl without damaging it is not something just anyone can do.

It seems you also have great Talent in the realm of Spiritual Energy. So, would you like me to write a letter of introduction for you to join Phemys’s small group of Spiritual Energy researchers? Maybe you can work with her to decipher the secrets hidden in these Half-body Man Crystal Stones."

As he spoke, Murphy observed Meng HaHa’s pale state, and after confirming that the little player was frightened by his "masterful performance," he continued in an even gentler tone:

"Please understand, my Warrior, that the Calculating Pearl has an important mission in the reconstruction of Transylvania, yet we cannot produce it ourselves, which is a great concern for me.

If you can assist Phemys and Little Sheron in creating exclusive Treasure Beads for Transylvania, I will generously reward you all."

"Ding"

The prompt from the Calculating Pearl sounded, indicating that a valuable hidden task had been triggered, but Meng HaHa was no longer in the mood to consider these.

All she could think about was the last thing the mysterious Observer had said to her.

Could she be sure that her own world was definitely "real"?

No!

She could not be certain.

Because this was no longer a mere physical question, it was an insoluble philosophical problem!

If someone else had said that to her, Meng HaHa would have scoffed, but when those words came from an "alien," she had to seriously consider the chilling possibility.

Chao!

She had to write another report now.