My Players Are So Fierce

“Is this really the time to consider this?”

Triss said:

“The Lord himself is already feeding you.

Want me to do it?

I wouldn’t mind having another Gold Stage offspring.”

“Forget it.

You’re already tangled in a mess.

This Lena, with five charges against her, is clearly trouble.

Let me handle it.”

Murphy shook his head, baring his fangs.

As he bent down to bite Lena’s scorching neck, Miss Phemys, who was watching this scene, suddenly grabbed her magic wand with a serious expression and said:

“Ah, poor forsaken Psychic, sign this blood covenant with me and become a monkey furnace…

boom.”

Unable to stand it anymore, Triss karate-chopped Phemys on the forehead, making the young miss hold her head in a standard squatting defensive position.

“Act properly!

Damn it, you’re hailed by Lord Paryen as the ‘future possible evolution of vampires’ and a rising star!

How can you get so lost in those silly animations from another world?

You know the tragic endings of those monkey furnaces…

What?

Are you, the Young Miss of Scarlet Devil Mansion, also aiming to become a Headless Knight?”

“Ah!

You claim you don’t watch these!

Yet you’re here, tormenting the senior again.”

The young miss found the blind spot.

She jumped up, holding her head, and pointed at Triss, who looked embarrassed, and said:

“Ha, you like these too, don’t you?

I told you, our vampire lives are already long and boring enough.

In eternal life, you’ve got to find some fun.

Look at how advanced the entertainment industry of different world people is.

Just their various artistic creations now are enough to amuse us for hundreds of years.

Don’t lecture me—I know Adele loves to watch romance films alone, and if she could cry, she would’ve drowned in tears.

Maxim enjoys superhero movies and even imitates those embarrassing finishing moves in battle…

You’re the worst!

You hardly miss any episodes of those Korean variety shows you love and even watch ‘green hat shows’ of ethical variety.

Your taste is just too much.

Admit it, Triss.

We’ve all been influenced already.

No one can go back to those innocent days anymore, you know what I’m thinking?”

Phemys blinked her shimmering eyes, waving her hands, and shouted:

“I’m already collaborating with Old Flywheel and Milian to import a batch of excellent artworks from other worlds under the name of Scarlet Devil Mansion and circulate them through the data net formed by Calculating Pearl.

Old Flywheel says it’s achievable with a large enough database, and Little Sheron is already at Charldo Harbor helping us find a similar core database.

We don’t just learn the art of war and politics from different world people.

The Transia People can enjoy more advanced entertainment and a richer spiritual life!

No one will call us barbarians anymore.

Do you understand what I mean?

I’m also planning to recreate a projector.

I heard the half-body man there already have similar machinery, just they have no idea how to use such precious items.

The power of public opinion…

Milian has already noticed this.

She always gets along well with me.”

“Alright, alright, you go discuss those grand plans.

Let this old lady who can’t keep up with the times continue enjoying soap operas, okay?”

Triss retorted:

“If you think it’s useful, go for it.

Murphy and I are not stopping you, are we?

Murphy is about to start the Spring Festival events; just be responsible for screening movies for the front-line soldiers.

I’ll even give you extra funds to purchase the half-body man’s projection equipment.

Use the footage shot by the warriors on the front lines to edit a bit.

By the way, find that guy named ‘Dasaen.’

He’s good at this.”

“Alright!”

Phemys jumped up, rubbing her hands together, and exclaimed:

“I feel like I’ve found my life’s career…

Ah, I’m bursting with energy!

This must be the feeling of ideals, friendship, and bonds!

Haha, this is my vampire life!”

“Tch, you watch the weirdest stuff, but hold back a bit, don’t actually whip out a Crimson Spiraling Ball.”

Murphy, while wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, quipped.

The next moment, Phemys smugly rubbed her palms together, gathering a high-speed spinning crimson spiritual energy into a bloodstone, even stirring a howling wind.

“Ahem, allow me to introduce the Blood Vulture Clan’s new variant of spiritual energy magic…

I call it the Crimson Destruction Ball, a high-order branch of spiritual energy impact, Murphy!

You want to learn?

I can teach you, and I can also teach you how to use seven runes to unleash my self-created ‘Blood Dragon Bullet’!”

“Mother of Midnight above…

our game is already stitched with too much crap, please Phemys, no more…

But, is this cool thing hard to learn?

As a mainline NPC, I always need some special skills.

You know.”