My Players Are So Fierce

This time, she didn’t enter naked; she possessed a novice shirt. Unfortunately, she wasn’t born as a vampire but had to go through the complete process from weak to strong like other players.

But she was different from ordinary players.

She didn’t have the ever-present “logout button” that could instantly take her back to her homeland. From today onwards, this would be her homeland.

It’s a difficult mindset to describe, but there wasn’t much sadness.

After all, she now had a lively life in which she could romp and jump, no longer confined to a bed, unable to control even her own bodily functions.

With a relaxed gesture, Cement gave a virtual hug to the air, then bounced away humming a tune, ready to start her novice career. But just as she left the chamber, she saw shadows gather into a swarm of blood-red bats flying across the sky.

From the convergence of those bats, the handsome Sir Murphy appeared before her just like a classic vampire.

“Welcome to Transylvania, Miss Cement.”

Murphy said to Cement Sister with his bewitching smile:

“I came to welcome you to my territory, and to tell you about a certain taboo you should know.”

“I’m all ears, sir.”

Cement Sister performed a rather standard vampire greeting, which she had learned over the past twenty days.

She knew that vampires liked this kind of cumbersome formalism.

“You’re different from others. A three-day resurrection is a kind of luxury that never existed for you, because when your soul transferred here, you lost your identity as a foreigner. Your situation is more extreme than A Feng’s; you’ve already lost the ‘save point’ of another world.”

Murphy said seriously:

“In other words, if you die here, you’re truly dead, no third chances, understand?”

“Hmm, I guessed so, resurrection comes at a cost.”

Cement Sister nodded and said:

“So, the most suitable path for someone like me with a spiritual body would be a vampire or a lich, right? Maximize survival skills.”

“Indeed, what kind of profession and life you choose is your freedom; I won’t intervene or even advise.”

Murphy waved his hand and said:

“What I want to tell you is only this: treasure your journey here, enjoy your second life. I know your research on creator technology is just beginning, but you’re also a player, and I can’t treat you differently.

So you must rely on yourself to find the creator land you once stayed in; if you can enter it on your own, then I will no longer limit your exploration there.

You will be a key figure in the contact between two worlds. I have no special demands on you, but you must understand that you are now also a Transia person, and thus have a responsibility to your new homeland.

The knowledge you discover and learn should also be shared with us…

Like this!”

The Vampire Lord took out a standard-type psychic energy battery and a matrix generator obelisk and handed them to Cement Sister, saying:

“Start your research with these, energy is always the foundation of development, no matter which world.”

“I understand.”

After experiencing a death, Cement Sister had become much more obedient, at least on the surface.

She accepted the energy battery and obelisk, and when she looked up again, Murphy had disappeared, as if she’d been talking to a ghost; this Batman-style behavior was really over the top!

Cement harshly criticized.

But she knew that Sir Murphy didn’t just give her these things for research, but also as a power for this “special life” to protect herself.

“What a gentle leader, how many na?ve young girls would he have mesmerized? A sinful man indeed.”

Cement thought to herself, feeling a little sentimental. She continued forward, but hadn’t taken a few steps before hearing a commotion, and a little potato flapping his wings flew over, landing in front of her with arms akimbo.

Little Wei Ming looked Cement Sister up and down and said:

“You’re our group leader, Cement Sealed Heart, huh? Quite mysterious… Follow me, ‘Lady Shui’ sent me to fetch you. We’re preparing to reclaim Shadow Valley at Fortress of Courage, your wisdom might be of help.”

“Ha, proud little potato!”

Cement Sister reached out to touch Little Wei Ming’s head, but the next moment, the feisty little fellow swatted her hand away, earning a cute and explosive angry glare.

Making Cement Sister laugh heartily while waving her hand, she said:

“Not going over right now; I heard Mengha encountered a problem with radio research. Take me there first, maybe I can lend a hand.

Ah, a beautiful new life!

Here I come.”