My Players Are So Fierce

After all, this is a transmission across half the continent, and in the realm of Spiritual Energy, such a distant transmission means inevitable risks.”

“I suspect it’s some kind of quantum transmission technology, completely different from the principle of Spiritual Energy transmission.”

Murphy stood up and said:

“Don’t delve into the creator’s black technology, it’s likely to kill our brain cells.

However, we need to script a side-story for it before launching this feature, just as the main quest for the Wolf People is about to enter the next phase. After the Black Disaster ends, it’s perfect to release the creator’s secret as the next major expansion.”

“I must admit, my little Mo Fei, you are now a truly outstanding Dog Planner.”

Triss gently touched Murphy’s head and sighed:

“Ah, what a fine vampire, how did you end up on this no-return path?”

“What’s so funny? You’re Dog Planner number two, okay.”

Murphy snorted and slapped Triss on the buttocks, then hand in hand they left the Energy Office. When they returned to the first floor of the Civilization Museum, the first batch of summoned Wolf People had already entered with a sense of pilgrimage, timid and cautious.

The Sacred land guards that Triss stunned with Psychic Lightning were now sitting together, intently watching the docudrama “The Birth of Wolf People” on the holographic projection. They watched very seriously, because Elder Chieftain Sunk told them that this was the secret they had defended for a hundred years.

Behind these groups “watching a movie,” Duchess Shani also found a spot and silently observed this scene in the shadows.

Beside her was the simply bandaged but still weak Mok Chief, along with Captain Pablo carrying the Dark Night Luck and his flamboyant First Mate Claire, Andre with his left and right hands, then Boboke and Nanaque with their confidants.

Lastly, there were less than thirty chieftain players from the Grey Wolf Army who survived a major battle.

Old Chieftain Senke wore the same black uniform as those Golden Age Wolf People in the docudrama, piloting a futuristic exoskeleton, standing solemnly by the projection like a “Son of Creation” out of legend.

As the brother of the King of Bone Biting, and a meritorious figure who established the Broken Tooth Clan single-handedly, he had every reason to witness this scene.

On the other side of the projection, Hog, wearing the awe-inspiring “Wise Wolf” Power Armor, recorded the scene with the reverence of a devout preacher.

In front of him, the savage Wolf People sat obediently in the Civilization Museum of the previous Era, learning ancestral knowledge and accepting the baptism of order, a scene to be chronicled as the final chapter of “Into the Dark Mountain Ranges.”

Perhaps the rise of an entire race and civilization will still take a long time, but at least today, the Wolf People have regained a tradition lost for a thousand years.

They will understand their birth stems from the creator’s need for order, and not shaped by a bloodthirsty Evil God as a weapon of slaughter. Once they realize they are Sons of Creation born of order, any attempt to tempt the Wolf People into the quagmire of chaos will receive a resolute and severe counterattack.

At this moment, even the most boisterous players quietly watched the documentary before them.

Grey Big Wolf even opened the Calculating Pearl to livestream this scene on the Transia Tavern app, knowing that the hidden main storyline of “Real Different World,” long concealed under a grand narrative, had now been revealed.

If the Wolf People, once viewed as barbaric creatures, were the protectors crafted by the legendary creator, what role did other races on the continent play in the previous Era?

More importantly, what happened between the technologically advanced previous Era and this chaotic Era?

“The journey of seeking roots has ended.”

Standing in the corner, Murphy wrapped his arm around Triss’s waist, watching the enamored Wolf People staring at the mighty Eden guards on the holographic projection, he softly spoke:

“Look, Wolf People do have their moments of tranquility.”

“They traversed the mire of ignorance, stumbling on the shores of oblivion like other races of this world, forgetting past glory, greatness, and failures, commencing their journey through civilization in a new world resembling a heap of garbage.”

Triss’s expression was evidently more poetic.

She quietly said:

“They walked the wrong path, perhaps because their creator endowed them with too much power yet neglected the inheritance of wisdom. But I believe, those hardships and destitute yesterdays will eventually fade away, and they will proudly stride into a new tomorrow under the guidance of the wise.

Wolf People grabbed the last straw before tumbling into the abyss, their future no longer demands our worry.

But what about us?

Murphy, where do our vampires’ paths lead?

You know, the past we bear is more terrifying than anyone imagines; we’re seeking not just tomorrow, but also the reckoning and reparation for the past.”

“It’s too difficult, so let’s not think about it for now.”

Murphy embraced Triss’s waist tighter, rested his head beside her long hair, and said:

“Let’s name this period after the enlightenment just received by the Wolf People, and spend some time indulging in the satisfaction of salvation, leaving these vexing concerns for tomorrow.”