(Extra chapter for "Chen Wenjun 2," 3/5)
After logging out of the forum, Murphy picked up a handkerchief and wiped his nostrils. Even though he had woken up from a three-hour-long coma, blood still seeped from his nose. The lord felt as if his brain had become detached from his skull, and he didn't dare shake his head. Even the slightest movement made his brain throb with pain.
If he had to describe it, it felt like someone had whacked him in the face with a club, and the blow had left his eyes bloodshot. Everything he looked at now seemed veiled in a faint haze of red.
Murphy felt this definitely counted as a workplace injury. And here he was, still working through the little players' feedback while injured. Where else in the world could you find an administrator this dedicated?
Fortunately, the administrator system's "self-purification procedure" had finished. The fact that he couldn't activate the Omega antivirus process meant that all the contamination the Warp's malice had left in his body had been purged, which offered him a little comfort amid this painful reality.
Good thing I've got a cheat!
Otherwise, that glance from the Warp shadow known as "Original Sin"—which sounded dangerous as hell—would probably have left him seriously hurt.
But setting aside this Warp shadow whose true name he had just learned, Murphy had another pressing problem to deal with.
He waved at Femis, who was watching him with concern, and turned down the cup of blood she offered. He said quietly,
"I'm fine now. Don't worry, young lady. That was just a 'technical adjustment.'"
"You scared me half to death just now."
Femis leaned on her Night Howl staff and cast a life-detection spell on Murphy. The feedback showed that he was in decent shape,