My Players Are So Fierce

1608: 540.

Weaver of Destiny: When I type a “?” it doesn’t mean I have a question, it’s just…_2

1608: 540.

Weaver of Destiny: When I type a “?” it doesn’t mean I have a question, it’s just…_2

Where did these jokers come from?

Or is it that I’ve completely lost all my charm now?

Am I really so washed up that I can’t even tempt a few young lads anymore?

Does this mean my feminine allure is officially dead?

No way!

I can’t let this slide!

Lady Veylanther thought to herself, gritting her teeth.

Originally, she had planned to just play along with Sir Murphy’s instructions—act like a clown, go through the motions, let them take her outside for the sake of completing the task—but now the situation had escalated into one where her very feminine allure was being questioned!

“My wound…

ah.”

After Bo Gang had walked a few steps, Lady Veylanther, who was being carried on his back, suddenly let out a cry of pain.

It seemed like her wound had been jostled, causing her discomfort, and her body twisted because of it.

The others merely thought this was normal drama progression—after all, that’s how captivity narratives always play out.

They just found this female NPC to be astonishingly alluring.

While she still couldn’t quite measure up to Lady Triss, she already stood out among other female NPCs.

However, this sudden turn of events wasn’t easy on Bo Gang.

As a bizarre combination of Mountain Man + Cunning Magician, he had opted to wear only a long robe instead of chainmail armor.

At this moment, as Lady Veylanther squirmed due to her pain, making strange sounds and moving her body against his, he couldn’t help but curse the game’s sensory realism for being a little *too* vivid.

Bo Gang and his brothers worked as senior crew members on a special operations merchant ship—hardened pros, not innocent rookies.

In fact, the number of “girlfriends” these fellows collectively had in various global port cities was enough to make other male players, stuck in their “self-improvement phase,” burn them at the stake with righteous indignation.

But even someone as experienced as Bo Gang had never faced a situation like this before.

Lady Veylanther twisted and turned, her body brushing against his, and made eerie noises right next to his ears.

Bo Gang couldn’t help but mentally shout out, “*Holy sh*t!*” He thanked the developers for their brilliance, inwardly praised Alpha Company’s unparalleled tech prowess, and simultaneously felt relieved that Sir Morphy had locked certain “features” in every player’s account.

If not, this situation would definitely spiral out of control.

“Oh, *so this* is why the devs disabled the 18+ features, huh?”

Bo Gang gasped inwardly:

“This character model, this voice acting, this realism…

damn!

Who the hell can resist this?

Dev team, I apologize for ever doubting you.

As soon as we’re out of here, I’m posting on the forum to clear your name.”

He took a deep breath, mentally recited a calming mantra, and tried his best to steady his nerves.

But the calmer he forced himself to be, the bigger the blow to Lady Veylanther’s pride.

What the heck is going on?

She’d gone to such lengths, and yet this Mountain Man—known for his recklessness and bluntness—was still managing to keep his cool?

The Weaver of Destiny could sense Bo Gang’s breathing growing heavier and his heart rate quickening, but that was as far as it went.

His body didn’t respond to her allure at all!

Could he be a tragic “naturally pure-hearted” individual?

Lady Veylanther couldn’t think of any other explanation, so she comforted herself with this reasoning.

It’s not that I didn’t try hard enough.

It’s not that I lack charm.

It’s purely because Morphy’s warriors are incapable of such things.

Ha, what a wicked vampire.

Using such depraved methods to erase the warriors’ sinful thoughts and keep them focused on their power advancement?

Even the Shadow Elves would call this evil!

“Don’t go that way!

Over here!”

Seeing the Eight Elites leading her down the correct path, Lady Veylanther recalled Murphy’s earlier instructions and weakly said to them:

“I know a way out.

This maze will mess with your perception.

Take one wrong step, and you’ll never leave.

The Goat Men use this place as a sacrificial arena to their Evil God Baphomet.

Don’t wander blindly.

You brave ones might end up as offerings.”

“Oh, oh, got it.”

The players had no idea about Lady Veylanther’s sinister intentions.

They assumed this was a useful NPC tip and immediately turned toward her suggested route.

Zou Lan kept sending updates to other players still wandering the maze, saying the Weaver of Destiny had been found and that everyone should hurry out of the Evil God’s maze to discuss strategy outside.

But before she could send out her second update, Ximu—scouting ahead—shouted:

“Monsters ahead!

A bunch of Goat Men thugs and their sinister servants!

Move quickly—release the undead!”

Ximu wasn’t just sounding the alarm.

As a Cunning Magician, he immediately cast a wide-area sluggish curse across the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the Nord Water Demon Basha stepped forward, unleashing her Fetid Cloud and Icy Breath to create triple restraints against the seven or eight red-eyed, snarling Goat Men charging at them, alongside the strange creatures summoned from an alternate dimension.

“Holy crap!

Demon hounds?”

Howling Wind, busy commanding a formation of undead servants, exclaimed:

“Those are absolutely demons, aren’t they?

Look, I told you—choosing the Summoner’s path *had* to lead to demon affiliation.

If these Goat Men can summon demons, we’ll definitely learn how to do it someday.”

“Those aren’t demons.

They’re aberrations from the Nightmare Realm.

Watch out for their dream curses.

If they hit you, they’ll mark your psyche, and you might get hunted by Dream-Eater Hounds in your sleep.”

Still clinging to Bo Gang’s back, Lady Veylanther found the players’ reactions satisfactory.

Although their ranks weren’t high, their swift responses and flawless battlefield coordination showed they were battle-hardened veterans.

This improved her opinion of Sir Morphy’s warriors.