My Players Are So Fierce

He Lu, who had been ambushed, quickly woke up.

After all, he had already become a vampire. The transformation from a mortal to an extraordinary being significantly enhanced his attributes. Although the Blood Vulture Vampire lineage was not top-tier in toxin resistance, it greatly reduced the time he was unconscious due to the poison.

But when He Lu opened his eyes, he realized he was trapped on a silver-gray experimental platform.

His hands and feet were controlled by special energy locks. These things weakened him to the point where he couldn’t transform into a bat to escape his predicament. He struggled, his fangs bared once again in agitation, like a trapped rat bound to a firecracker, aware of impending doom but unable to escape.

“Don’t be so agitated, He Lu.”

Old Flynn’s voice sounded from the side, accompanied by the clashing of metal instruments and the operation of some machinery. This former Psychic Scout Master of the Circle Tower and now heretic said calmly:

“The Green Spotted Poison Lizard is a gift from Kant to me. It’s one of the creatures ‘revived’ and bred from extinct species of the Golden Era. Its toxin isn’t lethal but affects all currently known organisms, acting swiftly and moving silently. Are you feeling your heart rate increase now?

Don’t be afraid, that’s just a side effect. You only need to rest for a few days, and your overly developed circulatory system as a vampire will expel the toxin.

Oh, by the way, avoid sweets in these few days.

Elevated blood sugar will prevent the immediate expulsion of the toxin.”

“Are you… have you really become a heretic?”

He Lu took a deep breath to calm himself, and with a voice full of pain and confusion, he asked:

“I know you were disheartened in the Circle Tower, living unhappily, but why make such an extreme choice suddenly? You know, after I heard the news of your supposed death, I secretly cried for a week. I even made a symbolic grave for you in my Mage Tower.”

“Oh?”

Old Flynn paused while busy mixing some liquid and said:

“You have your own Mage Tower now?”

“Yes, in the Polluted Swamp. A lovely and practical Mage Tower, built from the Stonemason Association’s blueprints, with a foundation laid by Gnolls, allowing me to easily monitor the entire Polluted Swamp, even Baphomet Canyon and half of Transylvania.

If I use the secret technique you taught me, I can even spy on Banks City in East Prussia or Bernel City in Kavkhoka.”

Lying on the experimental platform, He Lu spoke while stalling for time, discreetly moving his toes to light a rune hidden in his shoe, saying:

“That is the perfect tower all scouts yearn for and the set of residence you strived for your entire life.

I once had the opportunity to own a sub-tower in Midnight Tower at Crimson Castle as my Mage Tower, but I voluntarily gave it up because, upon becoming your apprentice, you always taught me that as a Psychic Scout, I should be humble.

We shouldn’t actively provoke conflicts. When facing threats, we should choose to retreat, similar to your approach in the Circle Tower, where even when the younger generations disrespect us, we actively resolve conflicts.

You never liked the nickname ‘kind old man,’ which was just a helpless disguise.

You know, when I made the symbolic grave for you, I also thought that if you were still alive, I would surely bring you to my Mage Tower and let you, the old mage who lived quietly for life, experience what it’s like to be treated like those Psychic Masters.”

He Lu sighed, and after a few seconds of silence, he said:

“I can actually understand why you did such a crazy thing. Spending days in a place where you’re not valued is disrespectful to life, especially when you have some talents. I ask you, Flynn, my former mentor, have you done anything harmful to people since joining the Dusk sect?”

“No, I’ve been engrossed in my research here all along. If we must find something harmful, maybe Kant’s requirement to use my research results on his Ratman to create plans for a King Rat-Man will trouble this continent.”

Old Flynn continued his tasks and replied:

“But your arrival stopped this plan. My disciple, I also want to tell you I’m very regretful, but the truth is, the days spent at the R-9 base have been the freest and most relaxed since I became a formal Psychic.

I no longer need to undertake superior-issued tedious teaching tasks or be a dispensable marginals.

In disgraceful academic struggles, trying hard not to become a sacrifice, I’ve gained my own lab, well-equipped with unrestricted usage time, enabling me to freely design and push forward my experimental plans according to ideas I’ve had for decades.

You know, I’ve submitted the same research report twenty-four times over the past thirty years to the academic director of the Circle Tower, only to be rejected each time due to ‘unrealistic’ and ‘whimsical’ reasons. They said my ideas seemed whimsical but would only waste time and resources.

I know, they’re not despising my ideas; they just think that an obscure Psychic Scout Master isn’t worthy of such novel thoughts.

I’ve seen this happen many times, haha.

As soon as I die, a ‘lucky and kind’ Psychic Master will ‘accidentally’ find my study topic while sorting through my ‘remains,’ and then push my research to ‘commemorate’ me, eventually using a meaningless name to commemorate my ingenuity.