My Players Are So Fierce

Great Sion was still feeling numb all over.

He never expected that just because his video was taken down, it would directly lead to the development of a new platform being put on the agenda.

He really just wanted to come to the forum to vent about what happened to him, but he didn’t expect that the execution capabilities of several wealthy brothers and sisters would be so ridiculously strong, and what kind of families are you all from?!

When this small group was created for fundraising, it took less than 5 minutes to reach eight figures in startup and operating funds for the platform!

Damn, this is too ridiculous, right?

Were there really so many wealthy brothers and sisters hidden here?

There are currently less than 10 people in this group called “Crimson Citadel PR Department”, and Great Sion can be certain that he is definitely the poorest of these 10 people.

No doubt about it!

Watching Little Ashina and Feel You Poor discussing which software company to develop the platform with, while Meow King, as an “industry insider”, was giving them advice, and Lady Aqua was discussing a series of internal management rules and equity distribution issues with Brother Loyalty after the platform’s establishment, Great Sion’s heart was filled with a sense of unreality.

But the fact is that following a normal life trajectory, forget about connecting with people like Little Ashina and Feel You Poor, he would need some luck just to become friends with Meow King.

He quickly noticed a private message:

Alpha: 【I watched your video too, it’s well edited, very cinematic. Just that the story described is a bit simple. According to the current game progress and advancement, not only can the Gnoll disaster be presented in this more intuitive way, there are more plots that can be deeply explored.

For example, Transia and the Ten-Year War, the destruction of Kadman City, and the rebirth of Crimson Citadel.

If you prefer this aspect, you can actually make more videos for the new platform, and the development team might even set up special ‘easter eggs’ for you.】

Medical Insurance Warrior Great Sion: 【Really? Haha, I was just editing casually. Brother Meow and Brother Stick just explained this to me clearly. Sorry, Brother Alpha, I was supposed to bring traffic for you guys but didn’t manage to accomplish it.】

Alpha: 【It’s alright, it’s the thought that counts. For the development team, you enjoying the fun brought by the game is already the best reward.

Who wouldn’t want others to appreciate their work?

For the fans you brought this time, you manage them first. If they’re really interested, you can let them fill out the test application. Don’t worry about people who might disrupt the game environment getting in, our review mechanism isn’t just for show.】

Medical Insurance Warrior Great Sion: 【Mm-hmm, glad I didn’t cause trouble for you guys.】

Murphy took one last look at the chat content in this “Crimson Citadel PR Department” small group, where Brother Loyalty was trying to use sweet talk to gain some management rights of the new platform through investment and shares.

This behavior once again confirmed his other identity to the vampire lord, but Murphy didn’t stop this process.

In his view, this could perhaps be considered part of the “tacit understanding”.

The current game forum uses “unknown technology” that cannot be tracked technically, but perhaps the first third-party platform that can be controlled would be more suitable as the first station for both parties to make contact. 𝐑αＮȏᛒƐṣ

As for features like gold coin circulation and official offline auction houses that this soon-to-be-developed new platform will have, Murphy doesn’t plan to intervene, just let the players manage it themselves.

All the gold coins in their possession have to be obtained through completing quests and treasure hunting. Transia hasn’t left them any “reality bugs” to “farm money”, so no matter what rules they set, the source of gold coins is still in the hands of Murphy as lord and administrator.

He’s not worried that little players’ shenanigans would interfere with the normal operation of the game.

With this thought in mind, Murphy logged out of the forum.

Glancing to the side, he found his vampire lady curled up in a chair holding a Computation Bead watching the projected “Gnoll Apocalypse” film, which was the 30-minute CG movie that Great Sion posted on the forum.

Tris was watching very attentively, completely focused.

Perhaps because this artistic mode didn’t exist in the traditions of either old Transia or the vampire clans?

Although in Murphy’s view, Great Sion’s editing and narrative were still a bit immature and chaotic, but honestly, this film was definitely more interesting than watching stage plays, right?

Murphy didn’t disturb Tris enjoying her new entertainment. He thought for a moment and sent a copy of the film to Regent Miriam. Now that players have spontaneously established the “Crimson Citadel PR Department”, if she as the Crimson Regent doesn’t make some moves, she’ll be facing a heavy deduction in allowance from Murphy.

“Hmm, so the future Crimson Citadel could actually be a ‘City of Arts’?”

Murphy fiddled with the core bead in his hand while contemplating:

“Introducing otherworldly artistic works and modes into this spiritually impoverished place will clearly help improve the ‘happiness index’ of my subjects. Hmm, good idea! Civilized people all seek balance between material and spiritual aspects. If we cannot achieve rapid material prosperity in a short time, then spiritual construction should be put on the agenda, to prevent my subjects’ barren spiritual world from being occupied by the decadent cults and strange beliefs that are everywhere in this land.

Perhaps I should find some artists or otherworlders with such talents like Great Sion to become my testers? Make some artistically rich documentaries to better promote everything happening in Transia, using this to reverse the barbaric and discourteous impression this land has in others’ eyes.

Hmm!

Great idea! Note it down first!”

Lord Murphy quickly jotted down several notes in his notebook that was already one-third filled.

This notebook used for collecting “inspirations” was full of “outstanding suggestions” from little players that he saw while lurking on the forum, which means Murphy has a not-so-reliable “administrative team” helping him plan the future of his territory.

Although this job indeed isn’t something ordinary people can do, but isn’t it just keyboard politics.

Heh, who are you looking down on?

“Little Murphy, the next batch of otherworld warriors will enter Transia in 3 days, they’re already going crazy on the forum, and it seems you recruited an ‘otherworld knight order’ all at once? Are you really prepared to let those strange thoughts enter Transia and even our world?”

While Murphy was writing furiously, Tris’s voice rang out from the shadows of the office. The high-intensity “surfing” these past few days had left Tris’s alluring face somewhat tired, even showing eye bags, clearly she hadn’t been resting well.

Hmm, it’s really not easy to make a vampire show such obvious signs of fatigue, so, what exactly have you been discussing with my little players and resolution party on the forum?

Murphy looked at his alluring Crimson Witch in surprise, but she was deeply worried.

Under the lord’s surprised gaze, she said softly:

“That ‘Torrent Knight Order’. I don’t think bringing them into Transia is a good idea.”

“Why? They’re no different from other otherworld warriors.”

Murphy said in surprise:

“And they’re trying hard to dress up like people from our side. They like ‘role-playing’, which means they might be more suited to some traditional ways of doing things in this land than other little players, this might help change some of those weird rumors that have already spread among the subjects.

For example, I’ve already heard reports from Adele’s planted eyes saying that many people privately think that while my warriors are enthusiastic and powerful, they seem a bit mentally unstable.

Having the warriors who protect this land slandered as mentally ill is not the future I want to see, so we need some ‘normal people’ to adjust the stereotypes that the warriors have already left.”

“I’m not talking about their style or way of doing things, Murphy, I’m talking about their ‘faith’!”

Tris said very seriously:

“Have you noticed that the members of this ‘Torrent Knight Order’ have faith, even if it’s just verbal faith, they believe in the ‘Holy Light’. That’s a concept they themselves can’t explain clearly, probably can be understood as the collection of all truth, goodness and beauty in the world.”

“The fact is they don’t really believe in that thing! That’s just a style to show their role as roleplayers, just like how we vampires always have Night Mother on our lips, but actually even the Blood Servants know that Night Mother doesn’t exist.”

Murphy quite flippantly and naturally placed his hand between Tris’s waist and hips, but this time the witch didn’t stop him, because Tris was very seriously discussing this issue with Murphy. Regarding the example Murphy brought up, Tris shook her head and said:

“There used to be no Night Mother, but you personally experienced the final tragedy of the Blood Vulture Halls, you saw Her with your own eyes, Murphy, that deity of the ‘Midnight Mother’ that Salrokdar created for the vampires.

I’m one of the few people on the continent who has researched this most deeply, so let me tell you something I’ve been trying to hide from you.”

Tris caught Murphy’s wrist that was about to slide into an indecent area, and she said softly:

“Creating a ‘god’ takes more than just a self-mutilating sacrifice, Little Murphy. The foundation for Salrokdar being able to create that divine abomination lies in the fact that although Night Mother didn’t exist, as a faith, it had already substantially existed in the hearts of all vampires.

Even you.

You’ve already gotten used to having Night Mother’s name on your lips.

What I want to tell you is, Murphy, that the mysterious and chaotic subspace has quite remarkable reactions to this kind of ‘collective calling’, it wouldn’t be surprising for anything to be born in that chaotic environment.

And when countless people’s calls, countless people’s different imaginations and understandings of the same thing, as long as their number breaks through a certain level, it will form a ‘projection’ of this thing in subspace.

That’s the first step on the path to godhood!

This is the conclusion I reached after studying all the legends and origins of Astral Realm Great Spirit on the continent, you’re the second person besides me to know about it. I can tell you clearly that Salrokdar could create the ‘Midnight Mother’ because of vampires’ continuous thousand years of calling and praising Night Mother.

Therefore, to be precise, Salrokdar wasn’t creating a god.

He was ‘usurping’ a god!

The vampire deity projection already existed.

It’s just that there had never been a qualified individual who could bear this ‘burden and glory’. Think carefully, why did Salrokdar and I go to such lengths to steal a seed from the old church holy land that hadn’t sprouted for hundreds of years!

Murphy, the reason we paid the price of Eternal Silence of 15 elders to bring back the seed of life was definitely not because Salrokdar wanted a daughter.

Or simply because he wanted to create perfect life.

Femis is an ’embryo’!

She is currently the individual among all vampires who is most qualified and likely to inherit the title of ‘Night Mother’, do you know why?”

Faced with what Tris said, Murphy’s expression immediately became serious. It was rare to see Tris discuss something so prudently, and he wasn’t stupid, he immediately realized what Tris wanted to express.

He said:

“Because the seed of life that shaped Femis came directly from Avalon? So Femis as a life possesses certain ‘true deity characteristics’?”

“Smart! Yes, that’s right!”

Tris nodded and put Murphy’s hand back on her waist, as if rewarding the lord for giving a perfect answer.

And through Femis’s relationship with the Midnight Mother, Tris also straightforwardly expressed her concerns about the little players.

She said:

“Perhaps in your view, their so-called ‘Holy Light’ is just a verbal tic, but in this real world, Murphy! So many people chanting the same name, and this name represents extreme justice and goodness and beauty, which can greatly gain strangers’ favor.

Do you know what this means?

Once they really start preaching, perhaps borrowing the oppression of the Black Disaster and the rise of Transia, you will create a new faith in a short time that’s no less than the scale of the Winter Wolf Church and the old church.

If this was just a clumsy attempt, it would be fine, but I asked them on the forum, this set of ‘Holy Light’ they believe in has a complete doctrine! They even have necessary rituals and prayer words!

They even claim to be subordinate inheritors from an organization called the ‘Silver Hand Knight Order’.

Plus the warriors are emotionally rich and appear in large clusters in spirit consciousness form, this destines that when they chant the name of a god that doesn’t exist, the ripples they produce in subspace will be bigger and more real than ordinary believers.

This is very scary, Murphy!”

Tris rubbed her brow and said softly:

“I can hardly imagine the consequences after this otherworldly faith spreads across the continent, that’s why I suggested you should pay attention to this aspect in advance.”

“Whoosh”

Murphy’s wrist forcefully pulled Tris into his arms.

He reached out to stroke the Crimson Witch’s tired and lackluster facial skin due to these two days of high-intensity surfing, and said softly:

“Then let them try. You’ve always felt that I can restrict my warriors, but you’ve overlooked one point, Tris, I and them, we and them, all of Transia and them have already been bound together through a core.

They are part of us.

We shouldn’t try to separate each other, anyway how much worse can things get? We might be completely wiped out in the Black Disaster in a few months, and even if we luckily survive we still have to face the oppression from both the Goldflower Kingdom and the Nordtov Kingdom.

We need to grab and use every force we can grab and use.

The Avalon Church is already done for, Tris, at the faith level we need to find spiritual armament for our subjects to resist the Winter Wolf’s invasion.

Holy Light.

As long as it can help me, what’s wrong with me, a vampire, personally endorsing it?

If my warriors can really create a faith, I would only applaud them!”

Murphy lowered his head and gently kissed Tris’s lips, after separating several seconds later, he said softly:

“Speaking of which, I’ve always had a question, does the profession of ‘Paladin’ really not exist on the continent? Such a beautiful background and world setting, it feels strange lacking those fanatical justice warriors. Why don’t we make up for this regret ourselves.

You are the best theologian on the continent, Tris, I hope you can help them make the Holy Light’s ‘subspace projection’ appear as soon as possible.

Of course, this matter must be kept secret.

I’m about to bring a new batch of otherworld spirits, will you come welcome them with me?”

Tris nodded, took out a handkerchief to wipe the lipstick mark at the corner of Murphy’s mouth, and said:

“Of course, seeing them cross the gap between worlds every time always makes one feel the wonder of fate. And haven’t you already planned the next phase of the ‘main quest’ with Miriam?

Are you going to take advantage of this new player enrollment to push Transia’s story into the next phase?”

“Smart!”@@novelbin@@

Murphy said with a smile:

“That’s exactly what I’m thinking. My warriors defeated Salrokdar and pacified the Gnoll disaster, but they shouldn’t only know destruction and battle, they should also participate in construction. Therefore I have decided to name the next phase the ‘100-day Grand Construction’ campaign. Now there are 4 months and 10 days until the Black Disaster arrives!

We’ll take 100 days to strengthen our homeland, prepare all necessary things, then use the last month to put all of Transia into a state of war.

And after that day arrives.”

Murphy stood up, using spirit energy to pull a lady’s cloak into his hand then draping it over Tris’s shoulders, and then naturally held the Grand Duchess’s waist from behind, bending down to kiss that exquisite earlobe that was like a work of art.

He said:

“When that day comes, let’s bet everything and have a decisive battle with fate’s malice!”