My Players Are So Fierce

Unfortunately, an illegal immigrant is still an illegal immigrant!

The management system isn’t generous enough to gift her with a helmet that she never applied for, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the gaming rights of other players.

Her current situation is clearly impossible to replicate and is unique enough to warrant attention.

In fact, aside from being able to speak to her through the “Summoner’s Secret Technique·Soul Resonance,” Murphy can’t do anything else at this moment, but Murphy feels he should discuss some rules with this odd Cement Sister in advance, to avoid any mishaps when she arrives in Transylvania.

This old girl is clearly a restless character at first glance.

“Who are you?”

Cement Sister asked with a trace of fear in her heart:

“Did you hear my earlier summons?”

“Not only me, everyone who should hear it and shouldn’t hear it did hear it.”

Murphy chuckled and said:

“Pay attention to yourself; you’re doomed, kid.

There’s no device in your world that can treat your kind of situation.

Your body is losing vitality because it really died once when your consciousness left just now.

You recklessly cut off your way out.

However, I can give you a second chance, to be resurrected in my world and become a real Transia Person.”

“Do I have a choice?”

Cement Sister snorted and said:

“In unscientific terms, I’m now just a jinxed person being targeted by the devil, right?

You cunningly waited until my curiosity landed me in a desperate situation to demand my soul.

But it’s indeed my fault.

If I had known things would develop like this, I would have obediently filled out an application.

However, it proves that although your technology is amazing, it hasn’t reached the extent that I can’t understand.

If we develop well for a hundred years, maybe we can also…”

“Well, still the same thing, I advise you not to be so optimistic.

Given the current form of Earth, whether human civilization can exist for a hundred years is a problem.”

Murphy imitated the cold and indifferent tone of Lord Paryen, pretending to be a “big shot,” and said casually:

“Don’t say I didn’t give you a choice.

I’ve helped you while you were unconscious.

Perhaps soon, your family will come to take you, and I’ll give you time to say goodbye to your friends, and then you’ll embark on a path of no return.

But I have one more request.

Destroy the things you’ve researched when you leave.

They won’t make your world any better.

Just as I said earlier, not only did I hear your shout.

Dangerous things exist in sub-space.

They may also have noticed you, this ‘illegal immigrant,’ and might ‘visit’ your world along the path you came.

So, I must ask you, Cement…

uh, no, Fifth Lady…

how does it feel to be about to destroy the world with your own hands?”

“It’s terrible.”

Cement Sister sighed.

She’s very smart, so she doesn’t need Murphy to explain more to realize the trouble she caused before.

It’s too late to regret now.

She can only do her best to atone for her mistakes in the rest of her life.

But the good news is, since there’s constant confrontation with those shadow entities in the opponent’s world, it suggests that there might also be a method to protect her own hometown there.

Yes, from this point of view, she really is a person chosen by “fate.”

“I deserve it, but please save Ruyi.”

Cement Sister pleaded in her heart:

“Ruyi has been secretly helping me, she knows it’s dangerous, but she still hasn’t given up on me, she’s definitely already being targeted by these white-skinned bastards.

Save her!”

“Ruyi has her own fate.”

Murphy glanced at the forum candidate player list, and the ID “Know My Heart, Ruyi” was right after “Teranova.” She’s a small player who applied through normal procedures and received approval, naturally to be properly protected by Murphy as the administrator.

This is another responsibility of Alpha.

When stepping away, Murphy softly said:

“Can you still clench your fist?”

“Barely…”

“Great, aim for roughly the three o’clock direction on the right, and punch with all your strength!”

“Bang”

As if in a slumber, Cement Sister suddenly swung a punch, hitting the nose of the sleazy Forbola who was trying to unbutton her collar beside her.

That punch was hard, breaking that bastard’s nasal bone, and with blood splattering, he screamed as he fell.

“Great, what an impressive punch.”

Murphy said with satisfaction:

“You clearly have the aptitude to become an excellent warrior.

Cherish the little time you have left, welcome to the Hall of Valor in Transylvania, welcome to become a ‘Descendant of Murphy,’ we shall meet again in another world.”