My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 408 - 142. Sir Morphy doesn’t want your money, he only wants your liver_1

Chapter 408: 142. Sir Morphy doesn’t want your money, he only wants your liver_1

At the 47th hour and 55th minute of the players leaving Transylvania.

In the Midnight Room beneath the Blood Eagle Corridor, Murphy was waiting quietly in the darkness. Before his eyes, his little players were lying on sixty platforms and there were ten empty slots waiting for newcomers.

These ten slots were feedback from the over 1800 people saved from under the Blood Eagle Corridor. Later more than a hundred people left, so the accurate final feedback was sixteen test slots.

However, the number sixteen didn’t sound right, which prompted Murphy to keep six in hand and planned to release them altogether after the next wave of feedback.

The Vampire Lord waited patiently.

In the dark, he was stroking his Core Bead while continuously weaving and modifying the content of the upcoming tasks. He had grown quite accustomed to this, similar to lying. Initially, it would feel awkward and incite pangs of the conscience, but once you get the hang of it, it quickly becomes an art form.

At the moment the countdown for the major update ended, Murphy took a deep breath and cast his summoning spell again.

His pool of spiritual energy was quite vast, with some potential already released, enabling him to summon all the players at once. Of course, it was very tiring—like being drained after rewarding oneself.

Since old players had bound their save points, they no longer required Murphy’s summons.

New players, however, did.

All new players had to be personally summoned by Murphy upon their first login, much like a peculiar "certification ritual".

Fortunately, Murphy was a vampire.

Among the myriad traditions of their race, they always held a high regard for the "sense of ritual".

In the dark, the pulsating energy light spots wove the forms of ten new players, while the old ones gradually woke up from their spots.

Not everyone was online, as some were caught up with work, but Murphy believed that they definitely wouldn’t miss the "new version" on this day and the unique experience it offered.

Maxim, standing beside him, had witnessed his master’s power more than once, but this time he finally couldn’t help but comment:

"For the record, master, I have no opinions on your choice of warriors, and I won’t treat them differently based on gender. But isn’t the gender ratio a bit too disparate?

Out of the seventy warriors so far, only four are women..."

"You think I want this?"

Murphy retorted:

"However, in the world of my warriors, for adventures, women’s desire still pales in comparison to men’s. But you have to admit, our current four female warriors truly each have their own unique traits."

"Yes, I cannot deny that, their courage and strength are no less than men’s."

Maxim nodded and said:

"I’ve decided to bestow some of the titles of my knights to you..."

"You handle that yourself, they are your knights and you are their lord. You need to manage them properly, take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"I don’t care nor am I interested. Please be cautious, perhaps bring more of a sense of ritual. You know, they all like ritual, the more people observing the happier they are, the more women observing the more excited they get.

Actually, it’s not just them—most men are like this."

"Alright."

Maxim responded with one word and didn’t answer further.

As for the players, they were all experienced and got to their feet to greet each other. Coo Coo Chicken even took out a prepared charcoal piece, intending to draw something on the sleeping face of the Chosen Dust Beater.

But regretfully, each platform was protected by Spiritual Energy, so Coo Coo Chicken was unable to play his little trick.

"Ah! The settings for this safety zone are too terrible!"

Coo Coo Chicken complained:

"I was planning to draw a little turtle on someone’s unlucky face."

"But you understand it’s necessary."

Bull Bull, stretching his body, retorted:

"If you could freely touch the bodies of the offline players, my older sister and the other three girls would be in danger."

"Damn it! Who would do such a disgusting thing?"

Coo Coo Chicken rebutted:

"Among us sixty people, we all know each other well. No one would do something like that, right?"

"It’s fine now when there are fewer people, but what about when there are more in the future?"

Wumeioge, stretching his neck, interrupted:

"Who knows if any perverts will sneak in? If anything happens then even with a punishment mechanism it will be useless. Such a scandalous incident might even spell doom for the entire game. The best way to prevent a fly from ruining your soup is to cover your soup pot from the beginning."

"So, the developers had thought of this long before. They used an invitation system rather than distributing test codes indiscriminately. This way, at the very least, the people who enter can uphold some basic moral principles."

While Ayu was walking light-footed towards Sir Morphy waiting at the entrance of the secret room, she said:

"Moreover, we are all spirits now, right? We don’t even have that functionality! In other words, our little Bulls have already belonged to the developers. Damn, this sounds so twisted."

"Trust me, given the nature of this game, related content will surely come out in the future!"

Still bothered by the adult content, Succubus Old Qu firmly believed that the future was bright, the path was bumpy, and one day he would be able to satisfy his desires in this 100% realistic game. Yes, who wouldn’t want a self-moving paper sweetheart of a sprite wife?