My Players Are So Fierce

“So you just gave me a prisoner to look after? That Old Flywheel doesn’t look easy to handle. Keeping an eye on him will definitely take some effort, but if it really can lure the Spiritual Overlord of the Circle Tower, then it’s worth it!

But what’s going on with Milian?

You actually gave her a bottle of Origin blood?

Why are you so extravagant! We barely have any Origin blood left, and we still need to transform those three thousand people. Once this is used up, we’re basically out of it, and we’ll have to wait until next May for the Holy Blood procession to start again!

And with the Black Disaster like this, Lord Paryen might not even have time to organize that ancient ritual next May. If it’s postponed, rebuilding the Blood Vulture becomes even more difficult again.”

As the Crimson Teleportation Skill pulsed, amidst Triss’s nagging, she and a fully-armed Murphy appeared outside the dead-silent Westerburg. Triss was clearly dissatisfied with Murphy’s “lavish” actions.

She almost wanted to grab him by the ear and scold him a few times.

Of course, Triss also considered Milian one of their own, so she didn’t really see giving her the Origin blood as a waste. The problem was, Murphy was a bit too generous with their own people.

She whispered:

“A small bottle of Origin blood, once diluted, is enough for Milian to create thirty vampires. If she chooses to drink it herself, it might even create a Vampire Lady with incredibly strong talents.

Be honest with me, this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?

Though you say you respect Milian’s personal choice, as her prestige in Transylvania grows, you certainly won’t really let her die as a human, right?”

“Why are you so cynical?”

Murphy immediately and flatly denied it, saying:

“How could I be the kind of villain who doesn’t respect others’ wishes? On the day Milian dies of old age, I will attend her funeral and personally deliver a eulogy. But you see, with the high prestige of the Crimson Regent, there’s no guarantee that some ‘radical’ Transian Defenders won’t violate her wishes and forcibly send her into the Midnight’s serene protection.

Milian is a smart girl; she knows this too, so asking for the Origin blood this time means she’s finally convinced herself over time.

This is something that can avoid awkwardness for everyone, really… huh?

We both got too caught up talking, where is Nifytelli?

Wasn’t she supposed to come with us?”

“Uh…”

Triss glanced back at the still-shimmering portal and whispered:

“Could that guy be lost in the Star Realm? Oh Midnight Mother, what a misfortune, looks like the poor Mummy Girl’s not only got a messed-up head, but her luck’s gotten worse too.”

“Sigh, I knew it.”

Murphy sighed, placed his hand on the Ouroboros mark on his chest, and said with a blank expression:

“Endless One, lend a hand.”

“Coming!”

The strange voice of Mannis echoed in Murphy’s ear, and at the same time, the flailing Mummy Girl was hurled back into the material world with a scream, landing with a thud on the grass in front of Murphy and Triss.

The unlucky one smacked her head on a rock on the ground, causing her already heavy spine to make a cracking sound.

If it were a normal person, she’d be dead, but for Nifytelli, it was a minor issue.

Mummy Girl cursed as she got up, using both hands to twist her skull back into position with a crack. Her peculiar appearance allowed her bandaged face to form a recognizable, blurred expression of anger, and she waved her bandage-wrapped hands at Triss, yelling:

“Did you do that on purpose? Tell me! Are you still holding a grudge against us Moon Believers because High Priest Bayek personally hunted you down back in the day?

You wicked witch!

You dared to sneak into the Eternal Library and steal our sacred knowledge; clearly, it was your wrongdoing first!”

“How could it be on purpose? You mummies are unreasonable when you speak!”

Triss hugged her arms, face full of sarcasm, and said:

“Clearly, it’s your bad luck, right? Look, teleporting three people at once, and the two of us are fine, but you fell into the Star Realm. This certainly has nothing to do with my teleportation skills. Also, let me emphasize one thing!

I don’t hate High Priest Bayek at all.

I know if he hadn’t shown mercy, I wouldn’t have been able to escape from the Origin Land alive back then. I feel only gratitude toward your mentor.

Believe it or not, it’s up to you.”

“Alright, Nifytelli, you are cursed, there’s no doubt about that.”

Murphy put his hand to calm this irritable and somewhat neurotic, but surprisingly popular and somewhat sensational, Mummy Girl, saying:

“You carelessly touched the Holy Fear artifact and attempted to sever its connection with the user, and I guess your luck was bad the day you planned to become a thief. So, Dark Night Luck cursed you, and the source of all your subsequent misfortunes lies here.

To stop being unlucky, I suggest you go to Babro, sincerely apologize to that miracle creation, and seek forgiveness.

That’s a weapon crafted by the creator!

Cursing a necromancer with bad luck is easy for it, and since you’re a Sanghai person who prides yourself on being a Son of Creation, you should understand this more than anyone.”

“But that thing was supposed to be sent to the Creator’s Land!”

The stubborn Mummy Girl, though no longer brain-addled, clearly hadn’t returned to her normal state yet. She stubbornly said: