My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 815 - 278. For the Blackhand Clan, 1% means 100%

Chapter 815: 278. For the Blackhand Clan, 1% means 100%

Murphy urged his adorable little players to quickly finish distributing the spoils, as nearly an hour had passed since they stormed the Jackal Camp until Kenbort was killed, and Murphy had not received any report about the situation at Crimson Castle. He needed to hurry back to preside over the core of his territory.

But upon hearing this, Happy Stick immediately stepped forward and earnestly said,

"Sir Morphy, our victory was achieved under your wise leadership, hence I hope you would oversee the distribution of these spoils..."

These words made Murphy raise an eyebrow.

He immediately understood what Stick Brother was up to.

Currently, the game’s "development team" had not designed a special loot distribution mode for the Copy System. Battling other copies only yielded tokens, and since everyone got them, there was no conflict, but this limited-time strategic siege did not apply to that.

Especially since Kenbort, this humanoid monster, indeed dropped a bunch of useful items. In theory, all players who participated in the battle had the right to pick them up, but how to distribute them was a big problem.

This was about splitting the loot...

If it wasn’t split well, it would cause trouble.

So, that cunning guy Stick Brother obviously didn’t want to offend anyone and decided to let this noble NPC take the blame. After all, in this 100% realistic game, NPCs had intelligence comparable to living humans. Letting Sir Morphy preside over the distribution would suppress any discontent from the players to the minimum.

Murphy snorted inwardly.

You want me to distribute, and I just distribute?

You want me to take the blame, and I just take the blame?

How cunning you are! Do you not understand that I am a main line NPC? I must always maintain my perfect character, lest you little players feel aggrieved and under certain future circumstances backstab me, which would not be worth it.

But faced with the burning anticipation in the little players’ eyes, Murphy felt embarrassed to decline the task.

He thought for a moment and then got a good idea. So, holding the Core Bead, Sir Morphy said aloud,

"We don’t have much time right now to discuss a fair principle of distribution, as our territory is still under attack by the Jackal-man Vanguard! We must return at once. However, I understand that the sacrifice you’ve made must be generously rewarded. Therefore, I’ll grant you the right to clean up this battlefield, my warriors.

After the fight at Crimson Castle has concluded, you may return here to search Kenbort’s camp for anything you can get your hands on.

I promise you, whatever you find, no matter how precious or rare, will be yours to keep!

As for Kenbort’s relics and the gifts within the treasure chest...

At times like these, let’s see whom the Goddess of Fortune favors the most!"

"Ding"

As soon as Murphy finished speaking, all the players’ interfaces simultaneously popped up with a notification:

[Loot Classic Distribution Mode activated! Please begin the first round of rolling dice! Deceased players’ rolls will be automatically performed by the Calculating Pearl, and the highest scorer will receive the item.]

"Holy crap! It’s actually a ROLL system? Sir Morphy is so clever!"

Brother Black Silk exclaimed, while Stick Brother now regretted his actions deeply.

He had initially thought that Sir Morphy was likely to divide the loot based on "contribution" or something like that, which would definitely give him, the commander, a share of the spoils. He didn’t expect this mainline NPC to completely ignore the usual practices and instead choose the most random of all distribution modes.

While Stick Brother was feeling miserable, the other players were excited.

They had their own schemes in mind.

There were 140 participants in this battle. If they followed other distribution modes, these "hard-working masses" would definitely not get the best items, so they might as well leave it all up to luck.

Mhm, Sir Morphy is truly fair!

Much better than that sly Stick Brother.

"I R!"

Cheche, with an exaggerated posture, swung his fist where he stood, and his character’s interface showed the 100-sided Spiritual Energy dice spinning rapidly before finally stopping at 97, which made him scream in excitement,

"Cheche is indeed the Chosen Son of Heaven! Hahaha, 97 points! I think the rest of you might as well step aside..."

"Holy crap! 100!"

Before he could finish, an astonished cry came from the crowd.

Kind-Hearted Shark Uncle looked stunned as he glanced at Frostfang’s Claw’s roll of 100 next to him, then at his own pitiable 2 points, and couldn’t help feeling utterly disheartened.

This TM has totally killed the competition, how can we still play?

"Wait! Sister Pomegranate also got 100!"

Lumina called out.

After the rest of the players finished rolling and no third 100 appeared, under the gesture of Sir Morphy, Ya Ya and Sister Pomegranate exchanged glances and rolled again.

This time Sister Pomegranate got 66, while Ya Ya got 47.

"It’s yours."

Murphy smiled at Sister Pomegranate, whom he favored, and patted the chest next to his left hand.

That was Kudel’s Treasure Chest.

Sister Pomegranate boldly stepped forward, lifted the cover of the Spiritual Energy chest, and scooped up Lord Kudel’s iconic Crimson Heavy Sword "Midnight Ranger" amidst the gasps of the others.

"This...I can’t use it, and probably no one in the team can either."

Sister Pomegranate was initially thrilled, then lamented as she complained,

"Requires Strength ≥ 13; it’s pointless, probably no one can use it at this stage."

In the crowd, Roar of the Lion in Hedong subtly nudged Brother Cat’s shoulder; Brother Cat nodded and then shook his head. He indeed fancied that sword, but such a trade was better conducted in private.

"Keep going, keep going!"

Lead Dove shouted.