My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2838 -946: Vam Is a Madman, Old Su Is a Fool, the Hunter Is an Idiot, and Murphy Has Lost All Face (Part 3)

Back then, I learned about this concept from an ancient book passed down in the Kalem Ancient Country. Over there, people call it ‘Dao Path,’ which actually means the same thing.

It is a conceptual path!

A path about climbing the rungs of power. All powers in this world, from shattering stars to crushing ants, have their own characteristics and can affect the wielder differently. Whether you can understand these characteristics and accept these influences determines if you can take a step further beyond others’ endpoints.

True power walkers are never greedy.

They only choose powers on the ladder that align with their destiny, forming their own system, and after continuous honing, they reach the pinnacle. After achieving self-transcendence of thought, character, power, and life goals, their destiny is realized and they will eventually step into the boundless Star Sea.

The Land of the Far East refers to this ultimate transcendence as ‘Shattered Void,’ while our term is more straightforward…

‘Path to Divinity’!

This is why I got so angry when you said you had 39 Ancestor’s Power. You are merely pursuing a numerical advantage, which will seriously delay the gradual progress of your destiny, and even condensing the Transcendent Golden Rule will become extremely difficult.”

Triss shook her head helplessly and said:

“However, the die is cast, and you can only grit your teeth and continue down the path you chose. It is impossible to change your destiny halfway.

I am the clearest example.

After I was plotted against by Salockdale, losing all power and becoming a cripple, I thought my destiny was doomed. However, after recovering, I found myself still on the Path of Time or the Path of Immortality.

It’s like constellations; once you step into silver, it has been determined by yourself.”

“Hmm, that sounds quite serious.”

Murphy pursed his lips, but without much regret. His attitude towards fate was always quite open, strong or weak being just a matter of version, but handsomeness affected his mood.

He glanced at the Transcendent Inscription in his palm, but did not attempt to touch it to awaken his destiny, because it was unnecessary. Murphy was sure that his fate would not be revealed by a fallen Evil God, and the powers awakened by The Master of Hunting’s ashes were also vastly different from the path he was on.

Yet he had a premonition that perhaps soon he would know which path he was truly on.

Nevertheless, obtaining this item was indeed a pleasant surprise. According to Triss’s explanation, it was equivalent to revealing a unique ‘special talent tree’ for each player. After knowing their own destiny, they would no longer casually learn those strange powers that didn’t align with their fate.

In this way, isn’t the ‘game power system’ I always wanted to create fully formed?

So it turns out, Hunting Brother used his own death to help Murphy, that Dog Planner, accomplish the next version update’s ‘core gameplay.’

Ah, Hunting Brother, the entire development team wants to thank you. If it weren’t for The Master of Hunting being such a terrible fellow, Murphy would even consider posthumously awarding it the title of ‘Honorary Member of the Development Team.’

“That’s it, facing south, plenty of sunlight, terrain safe from flooding, a perfect place for a burial.”

Triss pointed out a spot to Murphy on a sunlit slope near the Swamp Forbidden Area. Clad in power armor, Murphy picked up a spiked lance and began digging with a bang, and within a few minutes, a standard cairn was complete.

The vampire placed a few broken items from Huggesen into the burial pit.

He originally planned to put the Claw Splitter in as well, but hesitated for years and didn’t have the heart to do so. From any perspective, this item was a divine weapon on the continent, and with Huggesen’s backstory added, Murphy decided to put it into his collection, and occasionally take it out for fights where brute force was needed. When the little players accomplished a big enough feat, he would give it to them as an affection reward.

Hmm, such reward items are something a qualified NPC can never have too many of.

A few minutes later, an irregular millennial stone slab found nearby in the marsh was set in front of the grave. Murphy drew the Solar Blade and inscribed the epitaph he chose for Huggesen on the slab.

Here lies Huggesen Claw Splitter, the last breath of wind in the night, and the first ray of light at dawn.

Just that one sentence, with no other embellishments.

A simple ‘Murphy erected’ was written at the bottom, adding a touch of legendary color to this unobtrusive tombstone.

Triss maintained a mourning posture behind him, and Murphy stood up. Amidst the clinking mechanical clashes of the power armor, he reached out to pat the tombstone and softly said:

“Future generations will say The Master of Hunting died by the hand of Lord Paryen. The Sanghai People might say it was the creator’s Sword Bearer who killed it, and players will boast that they beheaded The Master of Hunting, but… you, my friend, you are the true God Slayer!

The Wolf People will rise, I solemnly swear, your children will not live in savagery and ignorance, and they will not tread down the generations’ path again. The future…the future you won for them will not be in vain!

Hog and I will watch over them for you.

I swear it!

You no longer need to march forward, nor to fight. Bearer or betrayer, rest in peace.”