My Players Are So Fierce

Beside him, Triss was petrified with fear and instinctively grabbed Murphy’s hand, while the Werewolf Players were equally flustered.

But Murphy, as expected of a mainline NPC, had quite the presence of a leader.

He blinked, pushed aside the Werewolf Players, searching around, and said:

“It’s okay, this must be an issue with the portal, sending us to a timeline where another world is about to be destroyed. No worries, in such situations, you just need to find a time machine in nearby trash bins or drawers to perfectly resolve this…”

“Ah, Sir Murphy is here! We are saved.”

Just as Murphy was staging an act of “deceiving oneself, hiding one’s ears while stealing a bell,” a scream from Little Wei Ming in the front made Murphy realize this was neither a dream nor some damned illusion.

This is real!

Damn!

Why is there so much trouble when I have been away for just a few days, giving me such a big surprise!

I am barely managing to mend a subspace rift now, and this colossal thing over thirty meters in front of me is really not something an administrator of my level can handle! Damn it!

“Murphy! Look, Biqi is about to fall in.”

Triss shouted, making Murphy raise his head to see at the end of a human ladder built by the small players, Natalie was lassoing the unconscious LiWen and pulling her back, while Biqi held onto LiWen’s ankle but was already being pulled into the subspace fracture.

The foolish Blonde Knight was scared to tears but still tried hard to maintain her poise as an outstanding knight, looking like a frightened but desperately composed golden-haired cat.

“Whoosh”

Triss opened her wings to fly over for a rescue but was yanked back to the ground by Murphy. It was madness, considering what lay ahead!

If Triss dared get near that rift, the Mother of Midnight would dare to breach over.

“You! Go back to the Civilization Museum immediately; do not come near here!”

Murphy shoved Triss back into the triangular teleportation marker, issuing a command in an undeniable tone. Triss bit her lip but didn’t argue and obediently activated the teleporter.

She knew the risk of staying there.

Murphy turned, spread his wings, and flew out, but the closer he got to the area where the laws of physics failed, the more he understood why the Vampire Player wouldn’t save people this way: the pull of the Subspace Power caused the surrounding space to become discontinuous.

It looked close, but using wings was futile for approaching Biqi.

“Ah…”

The Vampire Lord decisively activated the Omega Program, enveloping Murphy in pale light, spreading an invisible force outward, restoring everything twisted by the subspace to its original form. The bizarre space could no longer impede Murphy’s flight, and Biqi’s ankle was almost touching the subspace fracture.

Her leg armor was continually disintegrating into the tiniest particles, making the Blonde Knight feel that her end was near.

She kept her eyes tightly shut to avoid looking at the subspace fracture, so as not to be invaded by chaotic consciousness, but the filth of the subspace was not something that could be dispelled by closed eyes. Biqi had already heard strange calls, feeling a reckless urge to release control and let herself fall in.

However, the arrival of a certain vampire announced the end of the torment.

Murphy, in a very dangerous close-flying maneuver, scooped up Biqi, then struggled against the flapping of his wings to fly away from the pull of the subspace forces. The Omega Program protected him, allowing him to gaze at the scenery across the rift before him.

For a moment, he thought he saw a city floating in the Star Sea…

“Don’t look!”

Murphy reached out to cover Biqi’s eyes, which she was about to open; it wasn’t something Biqi could see.

Dozens of seconds later, an exhausted Murphy returned with the Blonde Knightess to the safety of the rock’s edge, where the continuously tense Knightess finally broke down.

She wrapped her arms around Murphy’s waist and began sobbing uncontrollably; it was the first time Biqi showed such vulnerability in front of players, perhaps also the first time she cried since reaching adulthood.

But no one laughed at her, nor did anyone look down on her.

Lady Shui stepped forward and draped a Star Realm Wolf cloak she made over the wounded Biqi, while Little Potato Weiming softly consoled the terrified knight.

This was by no means a lack of determination; in fact, Biqi’s recent experience would be monumental throughout the continent.

Lord Yvette now looked at Murphy with a rather peculiar gaze.

To be precise, it was the layer of dissipating pale arc-light on Master Murphy. It wasn’t the first time she had seen such a wondrous light capable of countering Subspace Power, but this was definitely the time Murphy best utilized the Omega Program.

At such proximity to a subspace fracture, this light could still protect him unscathed?

What kind of background does the handsome Master Murphy have?

Ah, truly deserving to be such a powerful master!

Yvette’s brainstorming couldn’t be perceived by Murphy, and at this moment, except for the female players comforting Biqi, the other players had already started “socializing” with the werewolf big brothers who came with Murphy.

This was the first meeting of two different factions of players, certainly worth commemorating.

Brother Meow shared his tobacco with Moonlight Mad Wolf, while Head Lion Beast and Brother Cat agreed to have a PK later, and Cheche curiously tugged at the tail of a nearby Werewolf Player, only to be glared at in return.