My Players Are So Fierce

The old Chieftain Singer of the Whip-tail Clan is the brother of Old Senke. This explosive revelation adds a bit of unpredictability to the currently murky state of the Jackalman civilization.

But it’s not a bad influence; rather, it tends toward positive change.

The Whip-tail Clan is currently following the Bonebite Clan in attacking the Brass Fortress. If Old Senke can persuade Old Singer to retreat, it might buy the endangered western front a breather, but neither Murphy nor Hog has much faith in such a development.

In matters concerning the clans’ future, even the personal grievances of the Great Chief can hardly sway the final decision.

However, Old Senke is still willing to give it a try.

If nothing else, it gives Old Singer an alternative to blindly following the Master of Hunting, especially at this critical time when the Evil God is about to awaken. If Singer is as wise and knowledgeable as the legends say, he should understand how fortunate it is to have another choice at such a moment.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons the Whip-tail Clan has been secretly aiding the Broken Tooth Clan.

As a former guard of the King of Bone Biting, Old Singer is well-traveled. You don’t need to expect such a well-informed Jackalman to bow to the Master of Hunting without any thought.

He surely has his own ideas!

However, these are all internal affairs of the Jackalmen. Although Murphy, as a vampire, has enough qualifications to participate, he can’t even manage his own Transylvania. Currently, he doesn’t have the energy to get involved in the racial transitions of the Jackalmen.

After all, Hog is his representative, and the cooperative relationship between Administration Alpha and Wise Wolf Hog is already a foregone conclusion. Therefore, Murphy can safely entrust this part of the affairs to Wise Wolf to handle.

Hog will definitely be busy afterward; just absorbing the Broken Tooth Clan is enough to keep him on his toes.

Murphy didn’t disturb Hog any further. He casually walked out of the Civilization Museum of the Jackalman and, upon leaving the Sacred Land, saw those people from the Broken Tooth Clan and the Military Governor and the priests of the Grey Wolf Army lining up to see the Sacred Land. Meanwhile, the just-transformed creator guard Sir Popok, dressed in a cool black security uniform, was controlling the shadow wolf exoskeleton to maintain order at the entrance of the Sacred Land.

Click, click, what a perfect match for his old job!

Look at Sir Popok’s skilled actions in maintaining order; he was born to be a security guard, occasionally shouting to stop those cutting in line.

Yes, that’s the style, no doubt about it.

Murphy grinned and spread his wings, flying to the top of a small hill to contemplate the next steps as dawn approached. As he landed, a prompt quietly lit up:

[Creator Faction·Security Sequence has been established, Wise Wolf Hog/Creational Jackal-Werewolves reputation reached Revered!

Hidden Achievement “Khan? First, bring me a cup of tea!” has been unlocked!

Achievement points +20.

Reputation Achievement [Renowned] completion 4/5.

For assisting a creator faction in rebuilding in a new era, perfect execution of museum director duties determined, Eden District special subsidy X5 has been issued!

Please go to the museum warehouse to collect.]

“Phew, there’s only one step left to reach the renowned level, and this special subsidy is truly an unexpected delight.”

Murphy nodded in satisfaction.

Speaking of this museum director’s subsidy, it really riles him up. Last month, he and Triss finally got their salary on time, only to rush to the warehouse in excitement, finding that the stingy museum handed out just five standard energy batteries to fob him off.

Triss, the assistant, had it worse, with a monthly wage of just three batteries.

These things are considered valuable, after all, in this era, no one can recreate these high-energy aggregates. But what’s the point of only giving batteries!?

The only things that can consume batteries he has now are two matrix shield generators, one of which he gave to Cement Sister for self-defense. With Murphy’s current battle style, he basically doesn’t use these.

He has accumulated over a dozen energy batteries now, and aside from giving Orchid tasks to swap reputation for batteries to charge the Hunting Crown, he basically has nowhere to use them.

But “special subsidy” is still attractive, Murphy guessed that there should be tangible rewards this time, eager to rush back to the museum to check, but he has his status, and can’t act as impatiently as young people.

Besides, isn’t there a “guest” just arrived?

“Why are you hiding behind me?”

Murphy, posing as if enjoying the moon, said expressionlessly:

“A person of your stature standing so close to me may bring us both trouble. To be honest, Triss just warned me to stay away from you, Lady Shani.”

“I told you last time, if you call me ‘lady’ again, I’ll hit you.”

Shani coldly reprimanded, stepping out from Murphy’s faint shadow, standing beside him with her arms folded, letting the night wind lift her golden braid.

But she certainly wasn’t idly teasing Murphy, so under Murphy’s expectant gaze for a query, Shani said:

“I just have a little curiosity, who exactly are you?”

“Hmm?”

Murphy blinked in surprise and asked in return:

“What do you mean by that? Who could I be besides me? An alien from Star Sea, perhaps?”

“Don’t play dumb, you know what I mean, Murphy.”