My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 372 - 130. Maxim’s Loyalty Super Evolution! Descendants of Murphy Form! _1

Chapter 372: 130. Maxim’s Loyalty Super Evolution! Descendants of Murphy Form! _1

"This here was my father’s hunting shotgun, he was the toughest hunter in several neighboring villages, having single-handedly defeated three Wolf People bandits. You guys have helped me a lot these past few days, and I don’t have anything worth giving you.

I hope this shotgun can protect true warriors like you."

In a corner of the city square, Meow Meow Shark from the student group received the weapon handed over by the kindly-looking nun standing in front of him.

This lady was the camp’s medic. Previously, Meow Meow Shark had helped her complete a series of tasks, ranging from finding old photos to searching for her lost family cat.

He thought that was the end of it.

But during tonight’s celebration, the old woman recognized him and gave him her "family heirloom".

This was a pleasant surprise for Meow Meow Shark.

Although the reward equipment for this "series of tasks" was not better than his current Advanced Firegun, the feeling of running into a "familiar face" in the crowd was quite satisfying.

Especially the kindly yet grateful look in the eyes of the elderly nun, and the small calico cat in her arms he had saved from the ruins—it all made Meow Meow Shark stand a little taller.

Now that’s what you call immersive role-playing, isn’t it?

"Hey, Shark! Time to go, they’re calling us to the Corridor for the ceremony."

Coo Coo Chicken, his roommate, shouted over. Meow Meow Shark slung the stylish old firegun over his shoulder, waved goodbye to the kind nun, and returned to his friend under her blessed gaze.

"What’s up with you? You look like someone kicked you in the balls."

Coo Coo Chicken glanced strangely at his friend while chomping down on a roast fish. Meow Meow Shark shrugged and told him about what had just happened.

"Oh, I thought it was something serious. Isn’t this just you completing a task and an NPC rewarding you."

Coo Coo Chicken dismissed, saying:

"I thought a girl confessed her love to you."

"You wouldn’t understand."

Meow Meow Shark huffed, saying:

"This game isn’t like others... They all feel real, as if they have their own lives and we’re just accidental intruders."

"I think you’re hallucinating. You should stop reading those teen angst books!"

Coo Coo Chicken teasingly retorted. However, a group of children who were as muddy as monkeys dashed over.

One round-faced boy’s eyes lit up when he saw Coo Coo Chicken, and he yelled "Chicken bro" in a peculiar tone and ran towards him.

Clearly they had interacted before.

"What ’Chicken bro’? Be respectful! Call me Coo Coo Bro."

Coo Coo Chicken, who had just been teasing Meow Meow Shark, flashed a grin. He shoved the rest of his fish into the little boy’s hand and took out a maltose candy from his spiritual energy bag for the other kids, coaxing them all to call him ’bro’ in tentative Mandarin.

Meow Meow Shark looked on with a queer expression.

A few minutes later, after Coo Coo Chicken had chased off the candy-chewing kids, he turned around to find his friend staring at him like he was an idiot.

"What?"

Coo Coo Chicken asked in a displeased tone as he wiped his mouth.

"If, and I mean if..."

Meow Meow Shark drew out his words:

"If a monster jumped out now and tried to eat the kid who called you ’Chicken bro’..."

"I’d beat the shit out of it! That brat, Pam, was saved from the basement by me, who dares to hurt him?"

Coo Coo Chicken quickly clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked. Then, under Meow Meow Shark’s subtle gaze, he stormed off towards the inner city with his cool Family Guard Great Sword on his back.

"HA, you moron!"

Meow Meow Shark yelled after him.

Without turning his head, Coo Coo Chicken flipped his friend the bird, retorting:

"Ha, rebound! You’re the moron now! Bet you didn’t see that coming, ha-ha-ha."

As these two self-proclaimed "moron" buddies walked off the square shoulder to shoulder, Maxim looked up at the crescent moon in the star-studded sky.

Thanks to the presence of "The Creation of the Star Realm" in the sky, the scene looked both strange and magnificent. The purplish glow of the Star Realm crack seemed to tinge the moon of Cardman City, making it look bewitchingly beautiful.

"Go play."

Maxim bent down and put the two little girls who had been sitting on his shoulder on the ground. He then waved to the other children huddled around him and said:

"Remember to go home early, don’t make your parents worry."

These children were the ones that Maxim and his Cardman self-rescue army had saved from the ruins, with some even brought back from the Blood Eagle Corridor.

These kids didn’t reject Maxim’s strange appearance like the inhabitants of the city did. They all knew that this always silent uncle would bring any found items in the city back to the survivors’ camp.

He was a good man.

"Uncle Mark! Old Stan says you’re a monster."

A little boy, snot dripping from his nose and berries in his hand, looked up at Maxim—whose skin was unearthly pale and completely covered with white fur—and asked:

"Are you really a monster? But daddy says you protect us, and he never lets me say you’re a monster."

"Hmm, how should I answer this question?"

Maxim stroked his chin. After a few seconds of consideration, he lowered his head and patted the little boy on the head, speaking in a soft tone: