The Quality of These New Recruits Is Not Bad, Caw Caw Caw

The instance test concluded half an hour later, with Murphy leaving with all the spoils from the dungeon. Wu Miao and his two companions, who had been nearly overwhelmed by despair derivatives, were completely exhausted.

Murphy had carried them out of the "monster wild zone" himself, one by one.

The situation for the other two teams was much the same.

Under the "protection" of the Young Miss and Madam Adele, the Little Players suffered no casualties, but after being returned to the forward defense line established by Maxim and the Self-Rescue Army, they all collapsed.

The distribution of new recruit armor and matching weapons had boosted their combat effectiveness, but unfortunately, this slight improvement didn't fundamentally change the difficulty they faced against the massive onslaught of monsters. However, due to the unique experience point and upgrade system design of "True Otherworld," the more intense the battle, the more it improved the Little Players' skill proficiency and control over their strength.

After one instance run, each person leveled up on average.

This efficiency was undeniably astonishing.

The Young Miss and Madam Adele also had impressive gains. Although these three family dungeons didn't contain armor or weapons, they stored a large quantity of various materials.

From sturdy and durable rolls of cloth to leather specifically for making armor, and even ordinary Dwarf Gunpowder used for explosives, along with various metal parts acquired from black market dealers, they had it all.

According to the Young Miss's statistics, the combined supplies from the four dungeons were just enough to sustain two hundred-person teams for long-term operations.

This was likely the family's original plan!

After Cadman City was invaded, they had dispatched family guards to the lower city to engage the invaders in street fighting. However, unfortunately, man proposes, and fate disposes.

Cadman City was indeed invaded, but the street fighting was pure fantasy.

The enemy had directly used weapons of mass destruction, launching a surprise attack that completely wiped out the Blood Vulture Clan.

What era are we in, still fighting traditional street battles?

It's so outdated!

"Time was tight, and some supplies in the dungeon couldn't be taken away in time," Murphy said, standing at the edge of the defense line and addressing the Little Players who were sitting on the ground, eating dry rations and drinking water to rest.

"If you still have the energy later, you can come to me to collect the blood of the Blood Vulture Clan members as a tool to open the secret vault. Then, you can try to return to the dungeon and search again. Perhaps you'll find various supplies you can use.

I know it's difficult, Warriors.

But in this difficult phase, we must learn to make the best use of all the resources at hand."

"Huh?"

Murphy's words made Brother Wu Miao blink. He nudged Happy Stick, who was next to him maintaining his firearm, with his shoulder and whispered, "This sounds like a daily dungeon run. Looks like the instance test went smoothly."

"Smoothly my foot! These NPCs are stingy as hell. We escorted them in, and they wouldn't even let us search the dungeon."

Happy Stick complained with heartache, "How are we supposed to replenish the ammunition we used on this run? I really regret choosing the Gunner class. I was just chatting with Maxim and found out that here in Transylvania, firearms are rarely used, except in a place called Xike City in the north.

Most people in the Cadman region prefer bows and crossbows, which is insane.

Fortunately, Miss Mirian can maintain and perform simple modifications on hunting rifles, otherwise, I would have been dead from despair."

"Wu Miao, stop whispering over there and come here quickly."

San Wudou, the "stamina monster," boasting his fast recovery character specialty, had already shouldered his Crest Shield and called out to his boss, "The dungeon mission is over, but the rescue mission isn't. While the monsters haven't respawned yet, let's quickly go in and sweep through. Our main quest rescue mission has a time limit, only 48 hours left."

"Damn it! Can't a guy get some rest?"

There was a commotion from the Student Faction. While cursing the game for making fatigue feel so real, they still grabbed their weapons and formed teams, heading back into the vicinity of the dungeon to search for survivors before the area "respawned."

On the defense line, a young militiaman stared dumbfounded at Lord Murphy's Warriors as they walked into the ominous territory, laughing and chatting. He swallowed and whispered to the person next to him, "These mountain folk from the North... aren't they afraid of death? They just fought their way out of that monster horde, yet they don't even rest..."

"They are Lord Murphy's Warriors!"

The deep voice of Maxim, the commander of the "Cadman Self-Rescue Army," came from behind, making the young militiaman shrink his head.

The scene of Maxim coldly executing seven deserters at the survivor camp last night was still fresh in his mind, instilling a deep sense of fear in everyone towards this peculiar and ruthless albino blood servant.

But at this moment, Maxim did not reprimand his subordinate militiaman.

He leaned on his psionic poison blade, "Ambition and Dream," which he had found in the dungeon, and watched the players' figures disappear into the swirling Astral Shadow before them.

With strong emotion and a tone of respect, he said to the young militiaman beside him, "Their disregard for death is something we should all learn from. They are true role models for warriors! I have fought alongside them, but I still have no clear understanding of their willpower limits.

They never seem to feel fear...

Indeed, only such people deserve the title of 'Warrior.' Compared to them, we are far behind...

You all continue to guard here!"

Maxim, who had fought all night and rested for a while, felt he had recovered somewhat. He said to his three centurions, "I am going in to search for survivors. If I return and see you retreating, you will all commit suicide! Lord Murphy's subordinates do not tolerate cowards!"

With that, the blood servant warrior grabbed a sturdy veteran's shield and held it in his hand. Under the awestruck gaze of the militiamen, he also disappeared into the churning Astral Shadow, following the footsteps of the players.

In the less than fifteen days since he began following Lord Murphy, Maxim had already experienced battles in terms of both scale and intensity that surpassed many who considered themselves veterans.

He was already a talented swordsman, and his years of training, coupled with his willpower, ensured his progress was no less than that of a player.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the Black Iron Body. And although he claimed to be indifferent to Madam Adele becoming Lord Murphy's progeny, the addition of that powerful and cold lady still put immense pressure on Maxim.

He had to become the sharpest, most loyal sword under Lord Murphy's command. To achieve that, he naturally couldn't fear danger.

He had to learn from the players!

At noon, in a hidden spot beneath the city wall ruins defense line, Triss, cloaked in a vibrant red cloak and wearing a fitted red dress from an unknown source, watched Murphy with curiosity as he prepared to cast a spell.

She was very interested in what Little Murphy called "Otherworld Warrior Summoning Arts."

Upon hearing that Little Murphy had once again established contact with beings from another world and intended to summon them to this world today, she had come to observe.

Of course, it wasn't just for observation.

Triss held an exquisite "Dog Tag" in her hand. Under Murphy's guidance, she had fashioned it into the classic soldier's insignia design, hung it on a silver chain, and adorned it with some vampire-style runes.

These were all Psionic Items Triss had just finished making.

They were alchemical items designed to provide life aura for Murphy's otherworldly warriors, aiding in reconnaissance, concealment, and stabilizing their physical projections. The principle wasn't complicated, but it required extremely high Alchemy Mastery to produce.

At the very least, the Young Miss couldn't have made so many Psionic Dog Tags in such a short time.

This fully demonstrated that Triss, without showing off, was indeed a former big shot. Her casual efforts had resolved a problem that had been giving Murphy a headache.

"These items will actively absorb free-floating psionic energy to help your warriors better stabilize their physical projections. After they die, they can maintain a corpse state for at least three hours, preventing anyone from discovering anything amiss. The sorcery formula attached will alert them when they are being detected by others, and when injured, they will bleed more, though in reality, it won't make them weaker. As per your request, everything is designed to make them more 'real.' To achieve this, I sacrificed the protective spells these items should have had."

Triss handed a handful of dog tags to Murphy.

She said, "They can engrave their own names on them. It's not difficult, and retrieving them is simple, but if they are destroyed, they need to be remade."

"Thanks," Murphy said softly.

Triss lightly tapped his head and pouted, "If you say 'thank you' to me again, I'll hit you! You are my Bloodline, this is what I should do for you. Now, stop the nonsense and let me see how your summoning art works. I need to identify any potential hidden dangers."

"Okay," Murphy said, feeling a bit nervous.

He knew this wasn't a summoning art at all, but a Golden Finger that came with the Test Administrator System. However, since Triss wanted to see, he couldn't refuse.

He could never refuse Triss's requests.

Whether it was buying him wine or... can can need.

Murphy took a deep breath, struck a common casting pose for summoning arts, and then activated his Summoning Specialty. He summoned the 24 fresh, tender newbies from another world who had already obtained their invitation codes and game helmets, bringing them all before him.

The entire process was no different from before.

Psionic lines still danced, sketching out the players' various heights, weights, and builds. To him, everything seemed normal, but Triss's gaze from beneath her hood grew deeper.

Just now, she had truly felt Murphy's psionic energy, in a way she couldn't understand at all, quietly opening a connection between the Material World and some unknown Plane.

The smoothness of it was something she had never witnessed in her life!

This fully proved that Murphy's statement about not understanding the principle of this summoning himself was likely true. A summoning art of this caliber had long surpassed the definition of "Otherworld Summoning."

It could even be called a unique Talent!

Perhaps, her Little Murphy had truly, by some fortunate accident, received a "Blessing" from the Astral or even a more mysterious and profound Subspace, due to that evil accident meticulously arranged by Salokdar.

"You must conceal your abilities!" Triss placed her hand on Murphy's shoulder and said in an extremely serious tone, "No one else can see it. Maxim's loyalty to you can be confirmed, but Mirian is a threat! I suspect that girl Fimis has also guessed the truth. Her talent in psionics, while not as great as mine, is still very high. You must find a way to make them keep your secret. This concerns your life! The Ring Tower, the Castia Giant Tree, the Winter Wolf Church, and even the Blazing Sun and Moon Priests of the distant Sanghai Empire, the Dragonkin sorcerers living in the ancient Karem Kingdom to the east... Any Psionic User on this continent who is qualified will be extremely interested in your talent. You are almost the only person I've heard of who can establish such a stable connection with another world. You are an excellent, unique sample. This is enough to put you in danger."

"I understand," Murphy said, placing his hand over Triss's on his shoulder.

"I'll protect myself. Now I need to have a conversation with my new warriors. I'll speak their language. Do you want to keep listening?"

"I have this, it can translate."

Triss took the Computing Orb Murphy gave her, but Murphy just shrugged.

This orb's translation function was a fuzzy translation.

Murphy had modified its parameters using the powerful functions of the Test Administrator System. The fuzzy translation would filter out any information that shouldn't be heard by "NPCs."

Especially any information about the truth of the other world.

Therefore, unless Triss learned the languages of these "Otherworlders" from scratch, she wouldn't be able to fully understand their origins, nor some of their habits and traditions.

Learning Chinese and Mandarin from scratch without a dictionary or a professor's guidance.

Tsk, tsk, wasn't this difficulty comparable to becoming a Psionic Master?

The figures of 24 Little Players had been outlined, including 23 men and one girl.

As the white light from the Game Helmets gently dissipated, the Players opened their eyes for the first time in this world. After their instinctive first breath, they became clear-headed.

What greeted their eyes was a Ruined City Crevice.

Further in the distance, the rolling and ominous Astral Shadow covered the horizon, blocking all sunlight. The oppressive atmosphere and the wind filled with Filthy Psionic Energy blew against them, causing the players in the front row to instinctively raise their hands to shield their eyes.

Then they saw the incredibly realistic details on their fingers: the wrinkles in their skin, the feel of their nails, and even the clear hand hair.

When they raised their hands, they could block the wind and sand blowing in front of them. The incredibly realistic touch and the world perceived through their Five Senses made all the doubts in their hearts about this world, which was claimed to be 100% real, disappear at that moment.

"Holy crap!"

"Awesome!"

"66666"

"Too Cool!"

All sorts of screams and exclamations rang out. Murphy was already used to this.

He felt the weakness of the Psionic Energy within him, and with a satisfied Auntie's Smile, he looked at the Little Players hopping around like kindergarten children on an excursion, in a complete mess. He didn't think there was anything wrong with them; instead, he felt that this batch of new players had good Quality.

At the very least, no one had taken off their pants right at the start like Hao Ge Ge.

For Murphy, who was in urgent need of Manpower, this was truly good enough. They could Run, could Jump, could Talk, and were all Energetic like Tender Leeks sprouting, making one feel an urgent desire to help them grow.

With things like this, what more could one ask for?

But for Triss, this scene was filled with a strange atmosphere that was difficult to understand. For example, these guys in front of her, she watched a Tall Guy who was lying on the ground licking dirt.

This... was this the warriors from the Otherworld?

Uh, it felt a bit unreliable.