My Players Are So Fierce

Murphy once thought that death was a very serious and sad thing, but after listening to Nifytelli’s endless description of the benefits and perks of becoming one of the Ancient Kings to Count Xikemeier and the Countess, the Vampire Lord suddenly realized that, on this continent, death might just be a stage of life.

After all, listen to the brain-flooded Mummy Priest list the events for the dead gatherings.

Not only is there a gourmet tasting event from the Netherworld Plane, but also a Three-headed Dog chariot rally organized on the Path of the Dead by the kings of the tombs who love racing. Most ridiculously, Nifytelli confidently guaranteed that there would be an annual “Beauty Pageant for the Dead.”

It is said that around each Cold Moon Festival, every King of the Netherworld will select several of the most beautiful zombie brides from his jurisdiction to send to the Path of the Dead, and all the kings will together choose the most beautiful zombie bride, awarding her the honorary title of “Flower of the Netherworld.”

And the reason Nifytelli is so enthusiastic about this is that her grandmother once received such an honor.

Good gracious!

So your family is also all about “family legacy,” right?

Grandmother was a beautiful zombie bride, and you’re a Mummy Priest, right? It seems like, if it weren’t for your flat figure, you might have chosen to follow in your grandmother’s career path back then, huh?

“I always felt something was off…”

Half an hour later, with a strange post-catastrophe reconstruction look on his face, Murphy turned to the expressionless Triss beside him and said as he left Westerburg:

“What’s the deal with Sanghai Empire’s death legacy anyway? It sounds high-class, but if you delve deeper, you’ll find those guys almost overthrow my notion of the World of Death. Is this normal?”

Triss replied with a wooden expression.

The Crimson Witch is upset.

Because just earlier, Nifytelli and her new friend, the Countess of Xikemeier, commented on Triss’s figure with a rather “professional” attitude.

Anyhow, the Mummy Priest was absolutely certain that if Triss were a zombie bride, she definitely wouldn’t win the title of “Miss Netherworld” because, although Triss has a good figure, her bust is too big, which doesn’t fit the traditional aesthetic of the Sanghai people.

No woman can remain calm under such a malicious attack, not even a Vampire Duke like Triss.

Nifytelli did not leave with Triss and Murphy. She had to stay in Westerburg to stabilize the Count and Countess’s emotions from being affected, and her dog also had to stay to deter the wandering undead in the city and destroy the hidden wrath rituals scattered throughout the city.

But this wasn’t considered a punishment of exile or imprisonment for Nifytelli.

On the contrary, she is more comfortable staying in Westerburg; just staying a few days in Crimson Castle almost drove the mummy girl depressed.

In her words, she has never seen so many living people gathered together chattering away since she was little, like tens of thousands of ducks quacking, as if joy belongs to others, and human emotions don’t connect with one another.

After all, Nifytelli is undead, and staying with the living is very uncomfortable for her.

Although the brain-flooded guy assured Murphy with her chest puffed out that, with her around, Westerburg wouldn’t interfere with the Black Disaster battles, Murphy was still doubtful about whether this guy could complete the task.

It wasn’t until he and Triss returned through teleportation to the Blood Vulture Corridor that Triss recovered from the sulking. She poured herself a drink in Murphy’s office and then slowly began to answer Murphy’s earlier question about the world of the dead.

She elongated her voice and said:

“Neither of you were wrong because the appearance of the world of the dead is not fixed. From previous interactions with Nifytelli, you probably already discovered that the Sanghai people’s power system, survival state, and even their philosophy of life are out of place on the continent.

This difference stems from the creator’s favoritism towards them.

At least, that’s what the Sanghai people claim.

In a broad sense, the world of the dead should be cold, cruel, and distorted, but over there among the Sanghai people, because of their long-term worship of the Death Moon, they don’t view death as terrifying and disastrous, and can even calmly regard death as an inevitable part of life.

In Sanghai culture, they believe that while alive, they should worship the benevolent sun, and life, like walking under sunlight, must have an endpoint.

The world after death must sing praises to the equal moonlight. At the moment of embarking on the path of the dead, they commence a second life in the Netherworld, reuniting with family and ancestors until they enter reincarnation.

It’s this unique culture that fills the Sanghai people’s construction of the world of the dead with a kind of romanticism I cannot comprehend. I have seen many poems describing the world of the Netherworld in their Eternal Library.

I guess the Netherrealm of the Sanghai people is as lively and fun as the present world.

But!

Only they have all this!

Other places on the continent do not have it, and the Netherworld Will is not kind to the dead in other places on the continent. Don’t pursue death, Murphy!

We do not have the privileges of the Sanghai people. For us, death means an end.”

“But Nifytelli said that once Westerburg becomes a second Holy Land of Death, the Death Moon Sect will take over there, which means Westerburg will also become part of the Sanghai people’s life and death philosophy.”