My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 310 - 109. Sipping fresh blood for eternal life!【49/60】_2

Chapter 310: 109. Sipping fresh blood for eternal life!【49/60】_2

The most fatal thing was, he was a vampire!

Dark types were inherently weak against the purification effect of spiritual energy, which valued order. Murphy was in a situation akin to a hapless mouse being thrown into a vat of sulfuric acid.

He could only grit his teeth and endure, but the pain was too much to bear, his will insufficient to overcome his weakness.

Even though the Demon Sword beneath him -- filled with a demonic lust -- had grown weaker in its resistance, even letting out pitiful cries of mercy, Murphy’s own consciousness had started to blur. His uninteresting but lengthy past life and his stimulating but short new life were alternating in front of him like a carousel of images.

A feeling of weakness, like a chain, nudged his will, as though drawing him towards the end of all life.

Death!

Death had never appeared so clearly in his mind before.

It even rivalled the sensation he’d experienced during his deadly duel with Jed in the dark cabin. He was just a weak vampire of Black Iron rank, not a powerful being in this world.

"At least Cui Si can live more comfortably because of this..."

An idea jumped into the foggy consciousness of Murphy. When he was about to die, in a moment when his mind was flickering like a carousel, Murphy strangely thought of another question.

That’s not right!

Although his relationship with Cui Si was intimate, it didn’t seem to have reached this point where he thought of her with every single thing. Why, as his time with her increased, did her weight in his consciousness keep growing heavier?

Could it be, as Old Finoc had said, because of the influence of the blood pact between a child and their elder?

Wouldn’t that mean he had stepped in the same predicament as Lady Adel?

"Murphy... Murphy! Wake up! You can’t sleep just yet..."

A voice echoed in Murphy’s ear amidst his chaotic state of mind.

The voice was incredibly familiar, causing him, deep within his distracted state, to frown and wonder where he’d heard this voice.

In the next second, he jolted awake.

Wasn’t that his own voice?

"Who?"

He asked.

There was a moment of silence, then a melancholy reply came:

"I am your conscience, we have not met for a while, ever since you lured those poor little players to work for you under the guise of a game..."

"Stop teasing! Those adorable little players signed up willingly! They all signed the game agreement before playing, which included a waiver clause, so it doesn’t mean I should be hung from a lamppost!"

Murphy’s consciousness gradually cleared up during this back and forth.

As he opened his eyes, what appeared in front of him was not the filthy pool of holy blood, nor the Demon Sword that he was pressing down on and forcefully infusing with purified spiritual energy.

A vast expanse of white, just like the rumored spirit realm, appeared before him.

But this was not the vampire’s first time here. When he killed Jed to complete the Black Iron trial last time, he had also taken a brief "nap" in this place.

"I am here to say goodbye to you, Murphy."

The voice came from behind Murphy. The tender tone, filled with relish and blessing, startled him into spinning around, only to see another "himself".

An identical appearance, identical posture, identical attractive and noble features, identical neutral temperament. If there were any differences, it might be that Murphy himself was a bit more stubborn, while the "him" in front might appear slightly ... timid?

"Who are you?"

Murphy looked at the fellow in front of him, who seemed like a mirror reflection. Squinting his eyes tightly, he attempted to hazard a guess, asking:

"The real Murphy? Shouldn’t you be sitting in an air-conditioned office enjoying your privileges in my place right now? Why are you still here?"

"I’m not as lucky as you think, because the time is not yet ripe."

The Murphy opposite revealed a shy smile. He said:

"I’m honored to play such an important role at the beginning of this grand project, enabling you to obtain identity in a new world, and in the process, fulfill a small personal wish of mine.

I’ve come to say goodbye.

I just wanted to remind you. This is not some plot, there aren’t any hands manipulating you from behind. The moment you opened your eyes in my world, you began a life that is completely free and unbound.

It’s a blessing, you can even contemplate it as a type of redemption..."

"Hold on a minute!"

Murphy abruptly raised his palm.

Watching the "Murphy" on the other side, he said:

"So, what exactly was that ceremony? Can I call you Reveno? You call me Murphy, it’s kind of confusing the way we are right now."

"I yearned for power and pursued it, but power scorned me and punished me. Perhaps it’s because I wasn’t sincere enough in my pursuit of it. After all, my only goal for acquiring power was not to make a fortune, but merely to help and protect Cui Si."

There was no deception in Reveno’s words.

He spread his hands and told the whole story in a timid but gentle voice:

"When I got the spiritual energy summoning ritual, I guessed there might be a trap inside, but I had no other ways to acquire power. I didn’t want to see Cui Si, who was already having a hard time making ends meet, bear more pressure and pain because of me.

I loved her!

The motive and purpose of my decision to rely on her for the past year were not pure.

I did not hide this fact from myself."

"Hmmm..."

Murphy looked strangely at the Reveno in front of him, and said softly:

"It seems our tastes are surprisingly similar, huh? Then why did you choose to walk down the path of death?"

"Because I recognized Cui Si’s complex past. I realized that if I wanted to truly enter that charming lady’s life, power and responsibility were indispensable components.