My Players Are So Fierce

1611: 541.

People follow themselves, but establish a medical_2

1611: 541.

People follow themselves, but establish a medical_2

I suspect this guy was testing us just now.

When we encounter enemies we can’t handle, she’ll activate her second stage transformation and join the fight, complete with a real-time CG rendering simulation.

So sneaky!

Truly fitting the legendary crafty nature of Shadow Elves.

Dealing with NPCs like this is extremely dangerous.

Who knows what kind of dangerous thoughts are hidden in that sharp mind of hers?

What I mean is, you all fall back!

Leave it to me and my noble sacrifice!

If I don’t enter Hell, who will?

Let me see if improving her favorability score will trigger any special events…”

“Dream on!

She’s currently the only woman in the game who can transform into a spider in her second stage.

Do you think we’ll hand her over to you?

Bastard!

Fair competition, man!”

Sky Devil Xi Mu shouted, openly exposing Bo Gang’s shady intentions.

The surviving brothers had no choice but to agree to a “gentleman’s pact” and figure out a way to raise Veylanther’s favorability score together.

They had lowered their voices quite a bit.

But they still underestimated Lady Veylanth’s heightened senses as a former Gold Stage powerhouse.

These fools had forgotten to disable the translation function on their Calculating Pearl, so their entire discussion was heard by the Weaver of Destiny.

Though she was still confused about the concept of “favorability,” seeing men gathered around trying to figure out how to win her favor brought her a sense of smug satisfaction.

Ha, no matter how stone-hearted you Transian people pretend to be, you still end up drinking the footwash of this lady!

But just as her smugness surged, Veylanther realized a harsh truth—the strange bunch seemed to favor her current form…

What the hell!

Thinking further, being adored by a group of perverts doesn’t seem like anything worth celebrating.

It doesn’t prove her feminine charm, only their peculiar tastes.

As her thoughts spiraled, Veylanther’s fleeting sense of satisfaction quickly sank into the abyss.

She slaughtered the last Goat Man raider trying to escape, then reverted to her six-armed elf form amidst the gore-soaked darkness.

As she weakly approached those warriors, their disappointment in their eyes was all too evident.

Damn it!

Sure enough, they liked the spider form better!

Veylanther’s body shivered almost instinctively.

This was normal.

After all, the Weaver of Destiny felt like she was trapped in the company of terrifying degenerates, making her slightly regret her recent pledge of loyalty to Sir Murphy.

If the warriors under Sir Murphy’s command were all of this “quality,” perhaps she should seriously reconsider her career path moving forward.

However, even among the crude and wild Transian people, individuals with such “aesthetic anomalies” should be in the minority, right?

Most people should prefer her more beautiful humanoid form, right?

Hmm…

Probably, right?

No way the entire Transian population consists of perverted warriors obsessed with non-human forms, right?

—

“Ha, finally made it out!

I’m never going back to that damned place again.”

At the entrance of the Baphomet Underground Palace, players who entered earlier had started trickling out one by one.

This, of course, included some unfortunate squads who weren’t skilled at navigating mazes, managing to trap themselves in a frustrating loop.

But seasoned combatants always had their ways.

For instance, the Silver Moon Pride Team constantly marked their paths as they explored the maze, allowing them to be the first player group to successfully withdraw from the dangerous Underground Palace after hearing the news.

Meanwhile, the student party went even further.

Leveraging Honest Dog Egg’s exceptional spatial abilities and Threejin Sweet Potato Burn’s artistic mapping skills, they exited the palace with a rudimentary “exploration map” in hand.

Though the map only charted their own zigzagging route, it was undoubtedly a significant milestone in the players’ collective understanding of the Baphomet Underground Palace.

“Brother Meow, why don’t you head down to escort the newbies?”

Sister Pomegranate, her arm wrapped in bandages, shouted:

“At least six five-person squads are still stuck down there.

Poor guys are begging for help on the forums.

Apparently, they accidentally discovered a path leading from the upper level of the palace to the middle section, where they got blocked in by raging elite Goat Men.

If no one goes to help, these folks probably won’t make it out on their own.”

“Alright, I’ll go in a bit.”

Brother Meow was busy sharpening his beloved Vam Executioner using a whetstone.

Hearing Sister Pomegranate’s request, he didn’t dismiss it.

As a street-savvy veteran, he had realized upon entering the palace that it must be hiding critical side quests!

The development team’s decision to leave behind such a complex terrain was proof of the area’s value—there might even be explosive discoveries waiting!

As an info broker, he had to dig deep into this region along with his team.

A few minutes later, the remaining seven members of the Demon Eight Elites escorted the key NPC, the Weaver of Destiny, out of the palace.

The frail six-armed elf’s appearance immediately caught the attention of nearby resting players.

No one could deny that Veylanther’s unique “character model” and peculiar aura quickly attracted many veterans, who started circling around her.

This finally put the Weaver of Destiny’s paranoid unease to rest.

Ha.

As expected, even in a barbaric place like Transylvania, there are still normal people.

It seems her charm is still intact.

Soon, she could use her feminine wiles to sway these folks and build her own faction.