My players are so fierce

Chapter 2 2. After a month of sharpening the sword, this is the result?

Although it has been a month since the time travel, it is somewhat embarrassing that the Goldfinger system has not been decompressed yet, but Murphy feels very good about himself.

He felt that this might be some kind of hell "test"!

For example, let yourself take a month to adapt to the feeling of being an "other world" before getting the golden finger that can change your life, so as not to suddenly have the power to change your life and quickly release your true nature to become a "superhero" like Azu. ".

Of course, maybe all of the above are just his own imagination, and maybe the real reason is that he is too good.

"I'm back."

Murphy entered the main house with the food in his arms. The moment he opened the door, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

If you follow the smell, you can see a long-haired drunkard curled up on a worn-out sofa. There are all kinds of empty wine bottles at his feet, and he is holding a half-empty bottle in his hand.

The mottled mechanical clock on the wall makes a clicking sound when it moves, and there are several scarlet women's robes draped on the dilapidated balcony. Beyond the spots of annoying sunlight, slight and rhythmic snoring can be heard in this ancient building. The room echoed.

The clean blankets on the sofa were covered with a human-shaped depression, and a long-haired drunk girl was lying on it, sleeping soundly in a very inelegant posture, and would scratch her slender waist with her fingers from time to time.

If you add another snot bubble, this place will look more like the boudoir of a century-old witch.

Murphy is used to this.

He first tidied up the room and sent today's wine bottles to the basement, then rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen. After a while of busy work, a bowl of bread porridge with meatballs and duck blood was brought out.

Theoretically, a vampire can survive without eating anything as long as blood and may live a better life. However, given the family conditions of Ms. Murphy and Ms. Tracey, let alone raising blood slaves who draw blood regularly to support their masters, they can occasionally suck blood. A mouthful of fresh blood is considered a holiday.

Have you seen those fat mice roaming freely in the yard?

That was the "reserve blood pack" Ms. Tris prepared for herself before "living together" with Murphy!

In the past month, she recommended this "energy-saving, environmentally friendly, self-sufficient" lifestyle to Murphy several times, but he politely declined.

He doesn't mind being a pica in a magical other world, but forget it about high-end ingredients like rat rats.

To be honest, before meeting Ms. Tris, Murphy never imagined that a dignified midnight noble could be so successful in a city dominated by vampires.

"Wake up, Tris, it's time to eat."

He placed the bowl of his grandfather, who was at least six times older than him, on the table, and bent over the sofa to help his elder up.

"Sir" refers to a vampire who is granted a mortal's first embrace.

In their culture, this word has a similar meaning to parents. Whether it is the Blood Eagle Clan or several other clans, there are strict and ancient sacred regulations on the matter of first love. It is not just a form of vampire reproduction, so respecting the elders The meaning in vampire culture is also quite formal.

Unfortunately, Murphy's elder was so different that the newly arrived Murphy had a serious misunderstanding of the entire vampire race.

These nocturnal guys must be unreliable because of long-term sleep deprivation and biological clock disorders!

"Ha, little Murphy, let me sleep for a while."

Ms. Tris in her arms muttered in her sleep, rubbed against Murphy's broad chest like a cat, and tried to continue sleeping, leaving Murphy helpless for a while.

"Well, let me tell you, I dreamed about when I was young. I dreamed that I was still a genius elder of the Blood Eagle Clan. Salokdar poured wine for me personally, and the handsome Lord Paying invited me to join him. Attend dinner.

Damn old Edward, avoid me."

To be honest, the appearance of this vampire lady who is talking nonsense is quite stunning. She has the aura of a mature big sister mixed with the unique coquettishness of the midnight noble.

With her black hair as smooth as a waterfall and her waist and blazing eyes, she is enough to become the focus of a man's eyes in any occasion.

However, a horrifying scar like a centipede extended from her slender neck to her bra, and oozed from her slender to plump waist and stopped at her crotch, almost penetrating her body, like A regrettable crack in fine china.

Not only did it severely damage her beauty, but it also destroyed the power that a vampire relies on for survival.

The other vampires didn't call her "waste" as a slur. Tris had indeed lost most of her powers. She never told Murphy about the source of her scars, and Murphy never asked.

After all, two people living together always need a sense of boundaries.

"Wow, it still tastes as good as ever! It seems that making you, this little troublemaker, my heir is the most correct thing I have ever done in the past hundred years."

The drunk Cuisi took a sip of porridge and immediately showed a satisfied expression.

She sighed half drunkenly, and when she was about to feast, she saw the luxurious velvet bag that Murphy placed on the table that was incompatible with the "simple" surrounding environment.

Especially the Blood Vulture badge pinned to the pocket made Tris immediately narrow her eyes.

"What's this?"

She looked at Murphy, slapped the spoon and asked angrily:

"Aren't you not allowed to deal with other blood vultures? They are all a bunch of bastards who can't stand up! Did you forget that the bullshit summoning spell they gave you almost killed you and me? Why are you so disobedient! You You want to make me hiccup to death~"

"I don't want to either."

As Murphy walked to the balcony to collect and fold the dry clothes, he told Tris what had just happened. He said:

"I can't disobey the patriarch's order. Even if it means I'm going to die, I have to smile, right?"

"This is not as simple as sending someone to death."

Angrily, Cuisi quickly finished the porridge with a dishonorable manner, took the bag, opened it, and took out a slender scroll with a psychic encryption device.

and a seal for unsealing.

She played with these two things and said:

"Who would send a secret order with a decoding seal? Little Murphy, you are being used as a bait by Salokdar."

"Huh? So this letter is fake?"

Murphy was not surprised by this. Faced with his inquiry, Tris shook her head and said:

"No, the letter is true! But it must have used secret language. If you can send the letter to the Midnight Hunters, then they can translate the real message. If you die in the hands of the witch hunters, then the secret order on the surface The information was enough to mislead them into the Blood Eagle Clan's trap.

Pursuing two coexisting possibilities and interests at the same time is truly a classic Sarokdar style.

The only victim is you, my poor warm-hearted heir. "

At this point, Tris paused.

She glanced at Murphy, who had his back turned to her, rolled her eyes and said to Murphy in a long voice:

"However, you have accepted the mission. It is really too late to quit now. As a famous waste elder, I have nothing to give you. Considering that you have served me for a year, there is a hidden compartment next to the third pillar in the basement. Tucked away there are some things I've used in the past.

You should use it.

I need to take a nap, my head hurts so much. Oops, look at my dignified elder being injured by alcohol addiction and becoming haggard like this. It’s so inappropriate! So from now on, quit drinking!

Well.

Forget it, just drink another day today.

Definitely quit tomorrow!

It’s such a happy decision, little Murphy, give me the money! I'm going to buy a drink! "

".Get some sleep first. I'll buy it for you when I go out for a walk in the evening."

"Wow, little Murphy, you are so heart-warming! Come and give me a hug! You're leaving tonight to buy the devil's wine! How dare you, Murphy, lie to me! Don't run away! I'll beat you up! "

——

The basement of Tris Manor is very large, and there are still traces of the out-of-control psychic explosion a month ago. Broken bricks and tiles are everywhere, and there are shadows on the ground that seem to be indelible. Murphy walked into this place. I felt a chill running down my spine in the darkness.

After all, the real owner of this body died here.

This is an ominous place.

"If you and I really exchanged identities, then you should be sitting in an office in an air-conditioned summer room and exploiting social workers, while I would have to suffer here for you and support that monster girl."

Murphy clasped his hands together and whispered:

"I think you are unwilling to be ordinary. In that world with abundant materials, you inherited the position that I worked hard for ten years to get. You should be satisfied with food and clothing for the rest of your life. Don't turn into a ghost to torture me in this place with real supernatural power, otherwise I won't be polite!

You are a ghost and I am a vampire.

Since everyone is a ghost, then who is afraid of whom? "

After completing this set of magical "rituals", Murphy followed Tris's instructions and found a secret compartment under the third pillar, and took out a package of things from it.

A set of exquisite dark red leather armor including boots and gloves, a scarlet cloak with embroidered patterns, and a cool caged swift sword. They are all exquisite creations according to the standards of the vampire elders. They are probably Tris's last memorial to commemorate her long-gone glory days.

So this wave really took out all the coffins?

"The loss of spiritual energy is a bit serious. Has it not been maintained for hundreds of years?"

Murphy grabbed the Swift Sword and performed a sword show in a decent manner. His remaining muscle memory already contained a set of blood vulture sword skills. Unfortunately, this original psychic creation has now become a piece of iron.

Fortunately, it's still sharp enough.

He put on the protective leather armor, fastened the lock of the cloak, put the matching black vampire mask on his face, and finally pulled up the armor hood.

A mysterious vampire image immediately took shape.

Although there is no mirror, it goes without saying that she is naturally elegant.

After all, this handsome face that can eat hot soft rice without doing anything after time travel is the only thing Murphy can be proud of now.

["Real World" beta administrator system installation package decompression progress: 100%! System installation begins, please wait!

During the installation of the character card module, the test authority is decentralized, the alpha database binding information resonance and psychic projection modules are opened. The empowerment is completed, the personalized extension mode is embedded and the novice guidance module is activated.

The time for testing has arrived! 】

The moment Murphy changed his equipment, the translucent character card in front of him suddenly erupted into a stream of light, drowning all of Murphy's vision.

It made him feel as if he had been thrown into a mysterious sea of ​​​​stars. Stars were twinkling everywhere he looked. The originally simple and despairing character cards were constantly being loaded into new modules, and they soon became abnormal. It gets complicated.

In this case, it is difficult to accurately determine the flow rate of time, but it does not feel uncomfortable physically, just like the anticipation of sitting in front of the computer and waiting for the newly downloaded program to run.

As the stars in the background dimmed, a brand-new interface appeared in front of Murphy:

Name: Revenor Murphy LeSembra

Race: Vampire [Blood Vulture Clan·Descendant of Desire]

Template: Dark Psychic Bias·Ordinary Individual

Occupation: Blood Vulture Apprentice/None/None

Talents: Dark Psychic Perception and Manipulation [Introduction], Stealth and Shadow Walking [Adept], Melee and Physical Attack Specialization [Introduction]

Expertise: Summoning alien creatures [0/2]

Skills: Blood Vulture Swordsmanship [Introduction]/Psychic Shock [Introduction]

Equipment: Blood Vulture Elder Armor [6/6], Desire Race Blade [Psychic Exhaustion], Scarlet Midnight Cloak

"Although I know I'm pretty good at it, this series of 'entry-level' gadgets is really a bit overwhelming."

Murphy looked at his comprehensive data and covered his eyes because he couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Although I already know that performing various targeted actions can improve skill proficiency, I have tried it for a month, but why is this panel so stretched?

Is the rumor that even the children in the city know about it true?

Because Ms. Tris, the "King of Waste People", is very useless, no matter how powerful the vampire she first embraced will become a useless person after being transformed?

Emmm, it shouldn’t be so mysterious, right?

And I've been waiting for a month, why is it over here?

Just one character card expansion?

Where's the golden finger that we promised to change our fate? With such a tragic start to the story, it’s unreasonable for you not to give me the skills to summon a dragon or a titan!

Just as Murphy was scratching his head and exploring his powerful-sounding "administrator system", he noticed a separate column under the character card.

[Novice Guidance Mission (1/6): Complete the first summons and start the test plan.

Mission description: Hey, don't show that expression, I know what you are thinking, activate the summons and master the true power, and then you will know that I have given you the best, Alpha. 】

"Damn it, my name is Murphy, what the hell is Alpha?"

Murphy frowned after reading the mission description and glanced at the "Summoning Specialty" on the character card. The [0/2] sign showed that he could summon two "foreign creatures".

"Then let me come and see what kind of ghost medicine you are selling in this broken gourd!"

The unlucky vampire held the hilt of the Cage Sword with his left hand, and opened his right hand to make an elegant casting movement.

He didn't know what he would summon, but it wouldn't matter even if a burning dark titan roared out and struck the world with a sword in the next second.

On the contrary, he will think that it is really cool, and is always ready to eat the ashes of the world after it burns out.

After all, my brother is in such a miserable state now, and he relies on this thing to change his fate. He really can't think about anything else. Besides, is this city treating him well?

Why do you have to think so much about those guys who spread their malice towards you even when you smile?

You don’t owe them anything, right?

Skill activation.

Murphy felt like he was being thrown into a roller to squeeze out the little spiritual energy in his body. When he felt that about a quarter of his dark spiritual energy had been extracted, two flashing points of light finally took shape.

It was like the most exquisite tailor used the light representing spiritual energy to weave a clear outline from scratch. As Murphy watched with expectation, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared in front of him.

With an ordinary body shape, ordinary cheeks, and ordinary breath of life, even a useless vampire like Murphy can fight several of them.

what the hell!

Just an ordinary human being?

what's the use

The vampire's dislike of Goldfinger reached its peak at this moment, but just when he was about to make a routine complaint, some very familiar language sounded in his ears.

It's so real that even vampires feel horrified.

"Damn, this game screen is so awesome! Look at this light and shadow, look at these details, look at these bricks! Blanch! These floor tiles are really fucking bricks! But the application form says that this "Real World" is still in the development stage? I It looks like it’s finished.”

"Shh, shut up! Look, this NPC is looking at us. Hey, the pretty guy is quite handsome. By the way, why can't I make my face look like him?

Hey!

This game actually allows you to take off your pants. "

".Fuck! Don't take off your pants!"

"??? This NPC just said swear words, right? Did I hear you correctly? He must have said 'fuck', right? Even the localized translation is so down-to-earth? I love it."

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