My Players Are So Fierce

Although he didn’t know the exact circumstances, Murphy could guess what had just happened from the changes in the tracking signal before him.

It turns out some “amateur scientist” actually simulated the basic functioning of a game helmet and tried to connect to Transylvania using existing technologies from the real world to cobble together a helmet.

However, their technological capabilities were severely lacking, only achieving an out-of-body spiritual experience without completing the subsequent operations.

Now that person has paid the price for their reckless attempt, but their effort wasn’t a complete failure, because they truly made contact with “aliens.”

“Such an amateur, declaring your existence so flamboyantly in subspace; how is this any different from shouting publicly in Big Liu Universe’s Dark Star Ocean and courting death?

Consider yourself lucky that you weren’t captured by the Evil God.”

Murphy critically remarked.

He was no longer the ignorant vampire who knew nothing about subspace; Cement Sister’s attempt stirred quite a ripple in subspace, and he had to settle that reckless person before things worsened.

Murphy wasn’t worried about Cement Sister’s life safety, but what if a subspace shadow followed her beacon to the other side?

This is not unfounded!

The creator’s enemy is the subspace shadow, which means if the creator’s technology can track signals across dimensions, then maybe the subspace shadow can do something similar too.

Although he didn’t know if the Earth where Cement Sister and the others were was his former homeland, Murphy wasn’t planning to take that risk.

But actually informing the other party of that unlucky guy’s position turned out to be quite a troublesome issue, Murphy wanted to use this opportunity to show off Alpha Company’s super black technology to the other party again and create some favorable conditions for the subsequent contacts between the two sides.

“My assistant, now that we’ve tracked the specific world coordinates of the other side, can I communicate with them through creator technology?”

Murphy, dressed in pajamas, leaned back on a mechanical chair and asked the Iron Beetle assistant hovering beside him.

The latter responded, flashing a ghostly blue light:

“The marshland ecological zone monitoring station lacks a void quadrant-level cross-dimensional communication module!

Such a device may only exist in creator facilities with a ‘high’ confidentiality level!

Plus, the Creator Engine’s damage has led to the shutdown of creator satellites, making it impossible to support communication over such long distances in real time.

please, Director, seek other ways to communicate with the target world.”

“Alright, I knew it wouldn’t be that easy.”

Murphy shrugged, took a sip of hot tea, and summoned the forum interface to start a private chat with Loyal Brother.

After pondering, he sent a message over:

Alpha: [My dear ops team leader, has your work been going smoothly recently?

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Loyalty’s Color: [???

Are you joking?

You don’t plan to hold back, do you?

We are still discussing what attitude to question Alpha Company with.]

Alpha: [Oh my, don’t be so angry.

Asking for your help was also a way of displaying our attitude.

I think we both have a mutual understanding by now.

I don’t want to act aloof or claim omnipotence in a spooky manner towards you.

The fact is, we have no interest in interfering with reality, so you don’t need to worry at all.

See, you’ve sent so many people to Transylvania, and we didn’t block it, did we?

If this can make you feel more at ease, I can even submit an application to the strategy group to allocate you some special quotas.]

Loyalty’s Color: [Really?]

Alpha: [Certainly I can!

But not at this stage.

After all, we are just a bunch of hard-working employees and have to follow the rules set by the big bosses.

When Transylvania’s population can support more outsiders entering the game, that will be the time for me to fulfill my promise to my dear ops team.

But now I am contacting you for some serious matters.

I am giving you some coordinates, hurry up and save them.

A user named ‘Cement Sealed Heart’ just carried out a foolish and reckless attempt; she now has to pay the price for prying into the affairs of Alpha Company.

Within a maximum of 60 natural days, her vital signs will completely wither; this state is irreversible, not just as a punishment, but also because your world lacks devices to cure such specific symptoms.

But don’t worry!

For the disposition of her soul, Alpha Company has its own arrangements.

Coordinates are as follows: XXX, XXX.]

Loyalty’s Color: [!!!]

The three exclamation marks represented Loyal Brother’s astonishment, clearly impressed once again by Alpha Company’s vast capabilities, and also at the unsettling implications hidden in Administrator Alpha’s words.

Seeing that the temporary chat window popped up with a “call ending in ten seconds” prompt, Loyal Brother quickly asked a final question:

“We are planning to explore the Golden Age relics, will you allow it?”

He awaited the response.

Until the final second before the window closed, a brief reply came into view:

Alpha: [Go for it!

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“Damn!”

Loyal Brother almost punched the monitor in front of him.

He felt that this bastard was definitely messing with his mind, yet as an experienced professional, he still realized the importance of this matter.

Looking at the coordinates recorded in his notebook, Loyal Brother immediately dialed his former superior’s phone.