My Players Are So Fierce

2187: Chapter 730: Child of Midnight No.

3, Welcome to Transylvania

2187: Chapter 730: Child of Midnight No.

3, Welcome to Transylvania

Cement Sister is an “illegal immigrant.”

Before paralyzing herself from gaming too much, she hadn’t filled out that complicated game application.

In her words, someone as smart as her shouldn’t have to wait in line like an idiot.

However, after being rescued and brought back home, under the strong urging of Loyal Brother, she reluctantly filled out the application using her frail body and, like other players, received her game helmet while waiting.

Her helmet, much like Pantsless Demon Afeng’s, was clearly custom-made.

Not only did it differ in color and appearance, but its style was different.

Unlike the motorcycle helmets that Lady Shui was familiar with, Cement Sister’s helmet obviously had an additional special module.

This was also the first time Cement Sister had seen such a strange device capable of performing a “soul transfer.”

Her researcher instincts immediately kicked in, and she eagerly planned to find a way to take it apart.

But given her current poor physical condition, it was obviously difficult to do so, and Lady Shui didn’t want to see her mess around and provoke the mysterious Observer again.

Thus, without further ado, Lady Shui pinned Cement Sister down on the hospital bed, placing the helmet on her head amid her struggles.

Hey!

You idiot, use high-tech items according to the manual, don’t mess around with them yourself and break it.

There’s no after-sales service here, you know.

If you really take it apart, there’s a good chance no one in the world can put it back together.

But the moment the helmet was put on, Cement Sister immediately stopped struggling.

Probably some program inside the helmet was activated, sending her body into a deep sleep, and the readings on the surrounding equipment stabilized, which made Lady Shui and a few doctors nearby marvel.

But for Cement Sister, it was a completely different experience.

The instant the helmet was put on, she felt her soul leaving her body again, and that familiar weightless sensation hit her once more, which made her a bit scared.

But this time, there was clearly some kind of mental protection program that prevented her from plunging directly into subspace.

The design of her helmet was indeed different from others, with no forums or game selection interface.

Instead, it booted directly into the “Real Different World” game, starting with the opening animation.

What unfolded before her eyes was a red-purple nebula that fascinated Cement Sister.

Unlike other players who only found it mysterious, she could clearly sense some subtle scrutiny from that nebula, like something hidden within the fantastic light was scrutinizing her with malicious eyes.

And Cement Sister had a quite peculiar feeling, this wasn’t the first time they had seen her.

“Whoosh”

The sensation of weightlessness struck at that moment, dragging her consciousness swiftly away from that unsettling region of the Star Sea, plunging her rapidly into another entity realm.

Perhaps due to her previous conscious link with Transylvania, Cement Sister clearly felt as if she had brushed past some invisible “filter.”

But before she could take a closer look, a character selection interface appeared, quite fitting for a game.

The multitude of races and character templates were dazzling to the eyes.

Cement Sister, not being someone who played games often, felt somewhat at a loss amidst such choices.

But she quickly realized something was amiss.

“Huh, didn’t the info say players need to reach level 10 and pass the Black Iron trial to choose to become a Vampire?

Why is the unlocked Vampire option already available in my character race selection?”

Surprised, Cement Sister looked at the bright and clear Blood Vulture Clan Vampire template in front of her.

Curiously, she selected it, then started customizing the appearance.

After a few seconds, she got annoyed and simply used her appearance template, choosing 100% resemblance, not fearing being recognized in reality anyway.

Kidding me?

Right now, even sleeping has two fully armed Brothers Ah Bing standing guard outside, is there a more practical “offline anti-gank technique” than this?

She grinned, satisfied with the character she had customized.

This game is quite smart, simulating her most beautiful, enchanting, best-shaped version, far better than her current pathetic state of being skinny and balding.

But soon, Cement Sister discovered her account actually came with a rather magical appearance skin, a legendary event skin named “The Pioneer World Destroyer.”

Tsk tsk, full of malice.

This was clearly the work of those Observers behind the scenes, after all, it was those annoying aliens who first used this name to describe her, wasn’t it?

Hmph, I won’t use it, even though it does look cool, just to avoid you all mocking me.

With that thought, Cement Sister confirmed to enter the game.

The next instant, she felt her consciousness being stuffed into a forming body, like a doll being stitched together by a tailor needle by needle.

A few seconds later, she opened her eyes.

What met her eyes was a white, sleek ceiling, reminiscent of those advanced laboratory constructs in sci-fi works, with minimalist hidden ceiling lights, all seamless without any decoration.

She could even hear the white noise from the air purifier in operation, and as she sat up from the bed, she saw a handsome vampire man and a beautiful vampire woman scrutinizing her.