Chapter 2 2 Sharpening the Sword in January, and this is the result?

Chapter 2 2. Sharpening the Sword in January, and this is the result?

Although it’s been a month since he traveled across the world, and the matter that the Golden Finger System hasn’t been unpacked and completed yet is more or less a bit humiliating, Murphy feels good about himself.

He felt that this might be some kind of damn “test”!
For example, let himself before obtaining the golden finger to change the destiny of the heavens to first spend a month to adapt to the feeling of being an “otherworldly person”, so as not to suddenly have the power of the heavens to quickly release their nature to become a “superhero” like Ah Zu.

Of course, perhaps all of the above is his own imagination, or perhaps the real reason is that he is too good.

“I’m back.”

Murphy entered the main house with food in his arms, and the moment he pushed the door open he smelled the heavy odor of booze.

Looking past the smell he could see a long-haired alcoholic curled up on a worn couch with various empty bottles thrown at his feet and a half-empty bottle cupped in his hand.

A mottled mechanical clock on the wall clacked as it walked, and a few scarlet ladies’ robes were perched on the dilapidated balcony, and light and rhythmic snoring echoed through the ancient house beyond the specks of naughty sunlight that poured down on it from the annoying sun.

The clean blankets on the sofa were sleeping out of a man-sized depression, while a long-haired drunken lady was lying on it in a very indecent position, snoring away, and would now and then scratch her slender waist with her fingers.

If you add a snot bubble, then this place looks more like the boudoir of a centuries-old house witch.

Murphy was used to this.

He first cleaned up the room and sent today’s portion of bottles to the basement, then rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen for a while, after which a bowl of bread porridge with meatballs and duck’s blood was brought out.

Theoretically, vampires could survive without eating anything but blood and probably do better, but with Murphy and Ms. Trish’s family’s condition, it would be considered a holiday to take a mouthful of fresh blood every once in a while, not to mention keeping blood slaves who regularly drew blood to support their masters.

See those fat rats out in the yard?

That’s the “reserve blood bag” that Ms. Tris prepared for herself before she and Murphy “lived together”!
This month, she also several times to Murphy recommended this “energy saving, environmental protection, self-sufficiency” lifestyle, but were Murphy politely declined.

He does not mind being an omnivore in a magical foreign world, but this kind of high-end foodstuff like rats is still forgettable.

To be honest, before he met Ms. Tris, Murphy could not have imagined that a Midnight Noble would be able to get by in a vampire-run city.

“Wake up, Tris, it’s time to eat.”

He placed the bowl that could be his grandfather in age on the table that was at least six times older than he was and bent over the couch to help his honored elder up.

“Exalted,” referring to the vampire who had granted some mortal his first embrace.

In their culture the word was similar to parent, and whether it was the Bloodwings or one of the other clans, there were strict and ancient sacred rules about first espousals, which were more than just a form of vampire reproduction, and thus the meaning of honoring an elder was quite formalized in the Blood culture.

Unfortunately, this honorary elder of Murphy was too different, leading to a serious bias in the newly arrived Murphy’s mind’s perception of the entire race of vampires.

These diurnal guys must have been suffering from chronic sleep deprivation and biological clock disorders causing them all to be old and unreliable!
“Ha, little Murphy, let me sleep a little longer .”

Ms. Tris in her arms cooed and spoke in her sleep, and like a cat, she rubbed herself against Murphy’s wide chest with the intention of going back to sleep again, making Murphy feel helpless for a while.

“Well, I’ll tell you ow, I dreamt of my younger days, I dreamt that I was a talented elder of the Blood Vulture Clan back then, and that Salokdar himself poured me wine, and that the handsome Venerable Lord Paying invited me to a dinner party.

Damn old Edward for avoiding me.”

To be honest, the appearance of the vampire lady who was talking nonsense was quite stunning, rather like a mature big sister’s aura mixed with the siren characteristic of midnight aristocrats.

A head of black hair as smooth as a waterfall stream and a wasp waist with fiery eyes made her appear in any occasion enough to become the center of attention in a man’s eyes.

However, a frightening scar as terrible as a centipede extended from her slender neck into her corset, and oozed out from her slim to surplus waist to stop at her crotch, almost running through her body like a regrettable crack in fine porcelain.

Not only did it severely damage her beauty, but it also incidentally destroyed the strength that a vampire relied on.

The other vampires didn’t call her “invalid” in contempt; Tris had lost most of her strength, and she’d never told Murphy about the source of her injuries, and Murphy had never asked.

After all, living together as a couple always requires a sense of boundaries.

“Wow, that tastes awesome as always! It seems like taking your little troublemaker first embrace as my heir was the best thing I’ve done in my muddled hundred years.”

The drunken Tris took a sip of the porridge and immediately revealed a satisfied expression.

She was half-drunk and half-awake when she sighed with emotion, and was about to feast when she saw the luxurious velvet pocket that Murphy placed on the table, which did not fit in with the “plain” surroundings.

Especially the Blood Wyvern insignia on the pocket, which immediately made Tris narrow her eyes.

“What is this?”

She looked over at Murphy, tapping her spoon in a somewhat angry question:

“I thought you weren’t allowed to deal with the other Blood Vultures? They’re all a bunch of assholes who can’t get on! Are you forgetting that the bullshit summoning technique they gave you almost killed you and me? Why don’t you listen to me, kid! You’re trying to piss me off Hiccup~”

“I didn’t want to.”

Murphy said as he walked towards the balcony to put away and iterate the clothes that were drying in the sun while telling Tris what had just happened:
“I can’t disobey the clan leader’s order, even if I have to go to my death, I have to go with a smile on my face, right?”

“It’s not as simple as sending yourself to your death.”

Exasperated, Tris finished her porridge quickly with undignified decorum, brought that pocket over and opened it, removing from it a slender scroll with a psychic encryption device.

As well as a seal for unsealing.

She played with both and said:
“Who sends a secret order with a decoder seal attached? Little Murphy, you’re being used as bait to put out by Salokdar.”

“Hmm? So the letter is a fake?”

Murphy was unsurprised by this, and in response to his inquiry, Tris shook her head and said:
“No, the letter is real! But it must have been in a secret language, and if you can get it to the Midnight Hunters, then they can translate the real message. If you die at the hands of the witch hunters, then the message on the surface of the missive will be enough to mislead them into stepping into the trap of the Blood Vulture Clan.

Pursuing two concurrent possibilities and interests at the same time is truly classic Salokdar style.

The only casualty is you, my poor warmongering heir.”

Here Tris paused.

She glanced at Murphy who had his back to her and rolled her eyes before lengthening her voice to Murphy again:
“However you have taken the task, it is indeed too late to quit now, and as the famous waste of honor I have nothing to offer you, for the sake of you serving me for a year, there is a secret compartment by the third pillar in the basement, where I have hidden some of the things I have used in the past.

You should use it.

I have to get some sleep. I have a headache. It’s not right that an Elder like me should be so wasted away by his addiction to alcohol! Then from now on, quit drinking!

Uh-huh.
Never mind, I’ll drink another day.

I’ll quit tomorrow!

It’s a happy decision. Murph, give me the money! I’m going to buy a drink!”

“. Get some sleep, I’ll buy it for you when I go out for my evening walk.”

“Wow, little Murphy, you’re really too warm! Come for a hug and so on! You’re leaving tonight to buy a ghost’s wine! How dare you, Murph, lie to me! Don’t run away! I’ll beat you up!”
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The basement of Tris Manor is very large, there are still traces of the psychic energy out of control that blew up a month ago, broken bricks and tiles everywhere, and there are still shadows on the ground that seem to be wiping away, making Murphy walk into the darkness and feel chills down his spine. After all, the real owner of this body died here.

It was an ominous place.

“If you and I really swapped identities, then you should be sitting in an office in an air-conditioned summer room squeezing the social animal employees right now, while I have to suffer here on your behalf and support that demonic bitch.”

Murphy folded his arms and whispered:

“I think you, who are not willing to be ordinary, should be satisfied with a lifetime of food and clothing after inheriting the position I fought for ten years to get in that material-rich world. Just don’t turn into a ghost to torment me in this place that really has supernatural power, or I’ll be rude!
You’re a dead ghost, I’m a vampire.

Since we’re all ghosts, who’s afraid of who!”

After doing this set of godly “rituals”, Murphy followed Tris’s instructions to find a secret compartment under the third pillar, and took out a packet of stuff from it.

A set of exquisite dark red body armor including boots and gloves, a scarlet cloak embroidered with flowers, and a cool cage hand swift sword. All of them were exquisite creations by Blood Elder standards, probably the last mementos that Tris used to remember her long gone glory days.

So this wave really did bring out the coffin’s contents?
“The loss of psychic energy is a bit severe, this hasn’t been maintained for centuries?”

Murphy grabbed the Swift Sword and did a swordplay in style, there was a set of Blood Wyvern Sword Technique left in his remaining muscle memory, but unfortunately this original spiritual energy creation had now turned into a piece of mortal iron.

Luckily, it was still sharp enough.

He changed into his body armor, fastened the latches of his cloak, and slipped the matching vampire black mask over his face before finally pulling on the hood of his armor.

An enigmatic image of a bloodblood immediately took shape.

Although there was no mirror, but needless to say it was naturally suave.

After all, after crossing over this handsome face that didn’t need to do anything to gorge on hot soft food was the only thing Murphy could be proud of now.

[Progress of unpacking the beta administrator system installation package of “Real Otherworld”: 100%! System installation is starting, please wait!
Character Card Module Installation in progress Test Permission Delegation Alpha Database Binding Information Resonance and Psychic Projection Module Opening. Empowerment complete. Personalized extension mode embedded. Newbie guidance module activated.
The time for testing has come!

The moment Murphy changed his equipment, the translucent character card in front of him suddenly erupted into a stream of light, flooding all of Murphy’s vision.

It made him feel like he had been thrown into a mysterious sea of stars in a trance, raising his eyes to look around at all the starlight flashing, and the originally simple to despairing character card was constantly being loaded with new modules, which soon became abnormally complex.

It is difficult to accurately distinguish the flow of time in this situation, but the physical sense is not uncomfortable, like sitting in front of a computer waiting for a new download program to run up the anticipation.

And as the starlight dimmed in the background, a refreshed interface appeared before Murphy’s eyes:

Name: Revernor Murphy Le Sombra
Race: Vampire [Blood Vulture Clan – Descendant of Lust]

Template: Dark Psionic Bias – Normal Individual

Profession: Blood Vulture Apprentice/None/None

Talents: Dark Psionic Perception and Manipulation [Initiate], Stealth – Shadow Walking [Skilled], Melee – Physical Attack Specialization [Initiate

Specialty: Otherworldly Creature Summoning [0/2

Skills: Blood Vulture Swordsmanship [Beginner’s] / Psychic Impact [Beginner’s

Equipment: Blood Vulture Elder Armor [6/6], Desire Ethnic Blade [Psychic Drain], Scarlet Midnight Cloak

“Even though I know I’m a rookie, this series of ‘introductory’ level stuff is still a bit taut.”

Murphy looked at his comprehensive stats and covered his eyes to not bear looking at them anymore.

Although he already knew that making all kinds of targeting behaviors could increase skill proficiency, but he had at least tried for a month, how come this panel was so crotch-pulling?

Could it be that the rumors in the city that even children know are true?
Because the “King of Scum” Ms. Tris herself is a scum, so no matter how powerful she was before, after being transformed, all the bloods will become scums?
Emmm, it shouldn’t be so mysterious, right?
And I’ve been waiting for a month, why is it over here?
Just a character card expansion?

Where’s the promised golden finger to change one’s life? On this kind of tragic story opening, you do not give me a summoning dragon or summoning titan skills some can not say ow!
Just as Murphy was scratching his head and exploring this awesome sounding “administrator system” of his, he noticed a separate column underneath the character card.

[Newbie Orientation Quest (1/6): Complete the initial summoning and start the testing program.

Quest Description: Heh, don’t look like that, I know what you’re thinking, start the summoning and get hold of the real power, then you’ll know that I’ve already given you the best, Alpha.

“God damn it, my name is Murphy, what the hell is an Alpha?”

Murphy frowned as he read the quest description, glancing at the “Summoning Specialization” on his character card, the [0/2] sign showed that he could summon two “Otherworldly Creatures”.

“Then let this master come and see what kind of ghost medicine you’re selling in this broken gourd!”

The unlucky vampire held the hilt of his caged sword in his left hand, and opened his right hand in an elegant spell-casting motion.

He didn’t really know what the hell he would summon, but it didn’t matter if a burning dark titan came roaring out to give the world a sword in the next second.

Instead he would think that would be really cool and cool, and always be ready to enjoy stealing the world’s ashes when it burned out.

After all, dude was in such a bad place right now, relying on this thing to reverse the world, he couldn’t really think about anything else, and was the city treating him well?

Why think so much about the guys who had to shower their malice on them while they smiled?

It wasn’t like he owed them anything, right?

Skill Activation.

Murphy felt like he was being thrown into a mill to squeeze the already small amount of psychic energy in his body, and as he felt like roughly a quarter of his dark psychic energy was being extracted, two flickering points of light finally took shape.

Like the most delicate tailor compiling clear outlines from nothing with light representing psychic energy, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared before Murphy’s eyes as he watched with anticipation.

Ordinary size, ordinary cheeks, ordinary life breath even a wasted vampire like Murphy could fight several of those kinds.

What the heck!

It’s just an ordinary human?

What’s the point?
The vampire’s instant dislike for this golden finger reached the extreme, but just as he was about to routinely spit it out, some sort of rather familiar language rang in his ears.

Its so genuine that it made the vampire feel horrified.

“Crap, this game’s graphics are so gripping! Look at the light, look at the detail, look at the bricks! Blanch! This floor tile is so damn brick! But the application form says that this Real Otherworld is still in the development stage? I look as if it’s already finished.”

“Shhh, shut up! Look at this NPC looking at the two of us, yo, this modeling of the white guy is quite handsome, that said, why can’t I pinch my face like him?
Hey, this game can actually take off your pants!
This game can actually take off your pants.”

“. F*ck! Pants, no pants!”

“??? This NPC just said dirty words, right? Did I hear him right? He must have said ‘fuck’, right? Even the localized translations are so grounded? Master love ah.”

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(End of chapter)