My Players Are So Fierce

But all of that has nothing to do with me anymore.

My disciple, you didn’t feel comfortable in the Circle Tower, so you were so happy when you received the summons from the Exploration Corps.

He Lu, you and I are alike; we don’t belong there, but there’s nowhere else that allows us to showcase our talents.

When you know you’re a beautiful firework that can lend a touch of beauty to the world, but because of others, you can never ignite in your lifetime, hatred… arrives after despair and pain.

At that time, a certain organization suddenly appears, offering you everything you need, helping you turn all your plans and thoughts into reality, only at the cost of your soul and dirtying your hands.

If it were you, what would you choose?

Continue living a life that’s meaningless to the world? Or throw away all constraints in your twilight years, and struggle to ignite your own firework?”

Old Flynn completed his surgical preparations and wheeled the cart full of various instruments to the experiment table.

He was already dressed in full surgical gear, wearing a mask, reaching to examine He Lu’s eyelids and eyes, then using a head and neck fixation device to secure He Lu to the operating table, rendering him unable to struggle.

“He Lu, I know you’re here to save me, but child, I’m beyond saving.”

He reached out to pat He Lu’s cheek, a heartfelt smile appeared beneath the fully-covered surgical helmet, and he softly said:

“Even if I had the chance again, I would make the same choice, not because I like to do so, but because I have to, but it’s okay, He Lu.

Today, I will certainly die here.

But before I die, I have the chance to leave my life’s proudest work to the only youngster who sincerely calls me a mentor and dares to venture into danger for an old man like me.

I was solitary, once thinking loneliness was the companion of the strong, but facing death, I realize I’m neither strong nor can I endure loneliness.

You’re not my child.

But I wish you were…

Sleep now.

When you wake up, a brand new stage will appear before you, and you’ll carry the most dazzling fireworks of my lifetime to become the person you wish to be, ensuring you don’t live an empty life like mine.”

“Snap.”

The needle-like anesthetic was injected into He Lu’s neck, causing the struggling young vampire to enter deep sleep within seconds.

Old Flynn helped his disciple adjust his clothing, then reached to open the silvery-gray biological organ preservation tank on his pushcart, and as the cold mist dissipated, two beautiful yet eerie blood-red eyes appeared before him.

In another tank were a pair of ears very similar to elf ears.

These were the fruits of Old Flynn’s abandonment of career ethics, personal perseverance, and soul in the twilight laboratory.

“Eyes and senses, the source of the Spiritual Energy psychic powers relied upon for survival.”

Old Flynn exhaled a deep breath, activating the auxiliary devices on the operating table, as he busied himself, he remarked:

“Ordinary creatures cannot evolve ‘super sensory organs’; those are exclusive privileges of the Half-gods and Divine Spirit offspring of the Star Realm. But in the Golden Era’s eyes of the Followers of the Creator, the mysteries of such powers have long been deciphered. Other members of the Scholar Faction don’t value these foundational enhancements; they chase after more flashy ‘creations.’

But they don’t understand how personal ingenuity can compare to this divinely gifted flesh refined through countless years of evolution?

What we’re meant to do is never about creation!

We only need to continually strengthen ourselves, until we transcend extraordinary reasoning to ascend as gods… He Lu, I cannot ensure you achieve greatness overnight, but your mentor offers you an opportunity that many seek in vain.

Henceforth, you need not envy those geniuses.

You too shall possess your talents… Hmm, such beautiful things should not be wasted on a pack of Ratmen or an old man; Ratmen and old men cannot create the future.

Young people…

The future always belongs to you!”

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“Hurry! He Lu’s distress signal is ahead!”

Within the maze-like corridors on the second level of R-9 base, elite Witch Hunter captain Ambo, wielding two vampire-style hunting crossbows, leapt between walls and shadows, continually shooting at the werewolf-like creatures blocking her path.

Alongside her fought a tall Vampire Swordsman.

Niu Niu has somewhat distanced himself from the player community during this time, seemingly retreating from others’ view, but this doesn’t mean Niu Niu has given up the path of power; he merely wishes to spend more time with his girlfriend.

In that instant, from their flawless coordination in battling several werewolf monsters, it’s evident that Niu Niu has completed his Silver trial, advancing his strength and skill to a higher level. Assisting in the combat, Ambo is also a Silver Ranger.

She wishes to follow Natalie to become a White Knight, and that which she seeks to protect is already near.

Uh, wait, Niu Niu is a person, not a thing…

Uh, this still seems off, anyway, you get the point.

For Niu Niu and Ambo’s heavenly love transcending worlds, many onlookers and lemon-squeezers in the player community have begun to use “Black Wind Twins” to describe the two. However, normally, isn’t “Legendary Couple” a more fitting term?