My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 514 - 177. Blood Beard Murphy: Be my son! _3

Chapter 514: 177. Blood Beard Murphy: Be my son! _3

Coo Coo Chicken said to Meow Meow Shark:

"Looks like we’ll need to step up our game in front of him from now on."

"Of course! We can’t let King PY Ayu steal the limelight."

As the two clowns speak, Murphy pours the fifth glass of wine for the downcast Bionic Snail and says:

"I must say, you left quite an impression on me, my warrior. Your fall, clutching your groin as a crossbow arrow lodged in your head, has been replaying in my mind on loop. My mind yearns for the memory to be erased, but I have a feeling it’s going to stick around for a very, very long time..."

"Could you please stop! I knew it..."

The Bionic Snail is close to tears.

He knows that his "brave" debut in the game will surely become an unforgettable joke within this realm.

With that thought in mind, he feels utterly hopeless.

"It’s my turn, it’s my turn. I can’t wait to hear Sir Murphy’s impression of me."

The liveliest member of the party, Invincible Tyrannosaurus Truck, stands tall and puffs out his chest. His bright eyes fixate on Murphy as the grand NPC slides the golden cup into his outstretched hand.

Murphy says softly:

"To this day, I’m still at a loss as to why you combined ’Tyrannosaurus’ and ’Truck’ into your peculiar handle, but it doesn’t detract from the deep impression your optimistic nature has left on me.

Fate always favors the optimistic, and maintaining a smile in the face of adversity is a commendable virtue. You, my warrior Cheche, I should learn from you, as should we all.

To confront everything with a grin, facing powerful enemies with cheer."

"Damn! Is this really an NPC?"

Every single comment from Murphy reverberates through the crowd listening below where Mo Ni Qiong gawks and mumbles to his neighbor, the Chosen Ashman:

"Are all the NPCs in this game always this intelligent? This feels like interacting with a real person... No, he is much kinder than any idiot I’ve encountered in our real lives. Is this the power of today’s most advanced AI?"

"It might be hard to believe, but I’ve made friends with quite a few NPCs in the camp. They bring me baskets of berries when they return from their travels, and my two assistants prepare dinner for me, even though I don’t need it."

Ashman sighs and whispers:

"If this continues, I feel my life in the game will become more fulfilling than my real one. Damn... this game is so addictive!"

Of course, Murphy hears this sentiment.

He laughs inwardly, triumphant!

Exactly!

This is what he wants to see!

Only when the players genuinely rely on and have affection for Crimson Castle can he feel confident in entrusting them with more power and responsibilities. To be precise, he doesn’t only want fearlessness in facing the Fourth Calamity. He also desires more than simple plundering and greed.

This is their second life!

Not just his, but that of his adorable and warrior-like players.

They deserve it!

"Bull Bull, the bravest warrior among my chosen ones!"

Murphy places the seventh golden goblet into Bull Bull’s hands and pats the large shoulder of the Bull, grinning as he says:

"Needless to say, you have brought honor to Transylvania! I am confident that you will shine as a symbol of excellence in some aspects in our future."

"Hmm."

Bull Bull nods vigorously.

Finally, Murphy steps up to Happy Stick.

He gazes at Happy Stick, and Stick Brother also looks at him, curious about his image in the NPC’s mind. Murphy hands the eighth golden cup to Happy Stick. Then the Vampire Lord looks at him with his expressive eyes, as if trying to see through his heart. After two seconds of silence, Murphy says:

"You are not like the others..."

"Hmm?"

Stick Brother is taken aback. Could his "real thoughts" about the vampire species’ characteristics have been sensed by Sir Murphy?

No way!

"Your connection to Transylvania is not as strong as the others. You are an extreme pragmatist. You’re just grateful that this world has given you the opportunity to showcase your talents and ambitions... Your heart yearns for war.

It howls like an oppressed beast!

It seems to have left no room for tenderness and emotions."

Murphy shakes his head and says to Happy Stick:

"But perhaps that’s not so bad! Only the purest of people can accomplish great feats in their respective domains. If this place is nothing but a battlefield where you can unleash your passion, then fight valiantly against your enemies.

I firmly believe that you will become the finest soldier and commander this land has seen!"

"I..."

Stick Brother tries to explain.

But when he sees the look in Murphy’s eyes, he falls silent, and ultimately just nods and says nothing else.

Murphy then walks up to the last of his fledglings.

He picks up a golden goblet, bends slightly, and offers it to the short Woman Sword Saint of Reed Name. As Little Wei Ming’s eyes widen in surprise, the elegant Sir Murphy gives her nose a light nudge.

In a voice that only the two of them can hear, he says:

"I remember our agreement. As long as you’re willing, this place will always be your second home."

"Of course I’m willing!"

Little Wei Ming pouts and says:

"But could you please stop treating me like a kid!"

"Alright, that’s my fault."

Murphy shrugs, his fingertips flick as a lollipop from Nordtof’s royal collection leaps out of the spiritual energy bag into his hand. He offers it to Little Wei Ming as if he’s presenting a rose.

She who insists she isn’t a child, nearly bursts out in cheer.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Maxim uses spiritual energy to hold up three golden goblets, which are then presented to his three descendants. His deep voice echoes from beneath the vulture mask, saying:

"I’m not as eloquent as Sir Murphy, but I have been deeply impressed by each of you three. You all are rare warriors! Hence, it is both an honor and a pleasure for me to be your elder with all due respect and hope.

I want to let you all know that we are the guardians of this land and the implementers of Sir Murphy and Lady Cui Si’s ambitions and dreams.

After you drink this wine of immortality, your life will no longer be solely your own!

You will transform into an eternal entity, transcending mere physical existence, but I believe, you won’t let this strength go to waste."

"So, drink the elixir of immortality!"

Murphy and Maxim state simultaneously:

"Become my descendants! Drink the blood and gain eternal life."

The twelve drink the liquid in unison. In the crowd, Gangsta Brother massaged his temples and mumbled to Half-hanging Insurance and Shovel next to him:

"Do you think Sir Murphy’s phrase could be translated as ’become my son’? So his nickname is ’Blood-beard’, right?"

"Damn!"

Shovel Brother was in the middle of recording and laughed at his old friend’s ribbing. He punched his joking brother angrily and rebuked:

"This ceremony was so grand, and your words broke the solemnity. Can you just chill with your jokes? This is just too much!"