My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 323 - 113. If life is a game... [53/60]_3

Chapter 323: 113. If life is a game... [53/60]_3

"When I carried out his execution, he didn’t even resist. He could have repelled and seriously injured me with just a blast of spiritual energy, but he chose not to."

Murphy spoke softly:

"I don’t know why he did what he did, but it doesn’t stop me from thinking that he might have wanted to leave you something as a ’father’. Hmm, given the current sad situation, let us assume things in a more positive, warm direction.

So, if you want to keep it..."

"Cui Si needs it more than me."

The young lady didn’t even look at the vampire heart presented in front of her.

Disdainful and uninterested in this offered power, she covered her head with a blanket, expressing her disgust in a muffled voice:

"Cui Si was deceived by my father into using her own blood essence to create me, this monster! Her sacrifice allowed for my birth.

This is what I owe her.

It’s also what my father owes her, so take it to Cui Si.

Also, Murphy! You hypocrite, was this what you were thinking from the start, wasn’t it? Placing the heart of my father before a desolate daughter, what kind of comfort is this supposed to be?"

"Ah, I thought I performed well enough, yet you still saw through me. I must say, young lady, you are quite sharp and sarcastic when you are not being repressed."

Murphy cheerfully put away the mechanical password box in his hand, took a step back and looked at Phemys, who had just poked her head out, her red eyes staring at him.

He thought for a moment and spoke to her with a serious tone:

"A villain died tonight! If you are a villain, you should be scared. If you are a good person, you should be celebrating. In any case, crying should not be an option.

He is not worth your tears.

And I wanted to remind you last time.

You are a vampire, young lady, you can’t even shed tears.

Tears, such tender things, do not belong to us. Crying is also not the usual way for vampires to sooth their sorrow. We usually grab a few strangers from the streets, drain their blood to please ourselves. You heard my conversation with Adel just now, didn’t you?

You’re about to go and meet Lord Pa Ying with the Paladino Knight. I think that is a much more threatening experience for you than facing your nightmare of a father.

So, instead of wasting time on things that can no longer be changed, be realistic.

Think hard about how to survive in the hands of Lord Pa Ying, who is ten times more terrifying than your father."

After speaking, Murphy bowed gracefully and elegantly to the young lady to say goodbye.

As he walked to the tent entrance holding the mechanical box, the young lady sat up behind him. She rubbed her somewhat sore eyes and said quietly:

"At first, I thought I was a vampire of noble birth, a genuine midnight noble. I tried to be as cold-blooded, cunning, and vicious as my fellow vampires.

But I never succeeded.

It’s not because I’m too stupid.

On the contrary, I just have more emotions than them, emotions that don’t belong to vampires.

Now I know why.

I’m a monster, Murphy.

From the beginning, I shouldn’t have been imitating the life of a vampire. Fortunately, it seems you are also an outlier in our group, so can you tell me, after just learning the truth that I am an outsider too, how can I continue a life that has either fallen apart or never existed in the first place?"

"Good question!"

Murphy snapped his fingers, turned his head to look at the young lady, gestured her to keep going, and said with a stern, expressionless face:

"Chin up! Have the courage to face everything, don’t be a sissy! Phemys, you are a genius of the Blood Vulture Clan. Cui Si even personally admitted that you are only a bit dumber than her."

"So, after everything I’ve been through that you have seen with your own eyes, your best advice for me is ’chin up’?"

The young lady clenched her fists and said:

"I’m not joking with you, I’m seriously seeking advice."

"Emmm."

Murphy tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said to her:

"Then my advice is, treat all this as a game. Whether you are detached or immersed is up to you, just don’t take the results so seriously. Enjoying the process is the most important experience in a game."

"Game?"

"Yes, a game! Look, the curtain is lifted, the lights are on, the supporting roles are ready! The new and improved Young Lady Phemys is about to appear! Will she disappoint those who have their hopes in her? Will she be crushed by the weight of fate and become a defeated dog with disheveled black hair?

Hehe, let’s wait and see."

Murphy turned around and walked into the night. As the massive blood wings folded and unfolded, he casually waved his hand without looking back at the young lady watching him, saying:

"If life were a game, the only criterion for enjoying it wouldn’t be whether or not you can clear the level, but whether you have fun in the process? After all, who would play a game that isn’t fun no matter how exquisitely made it is?

If life is a game, every living person is a lucky participant in the test! If your life game only has pain and no joy, then I think you should consider...

Maybe there’s something wrong with how you’re playing this game?

Umm, there’s still a little time now, take some time to reflect on it."