Although it's been a month, and it's a bit embarrassing that the cheat system hasn't been unpacked yet, Murphy feels good about himself.

He thought it might be some kind of hellish "test"!

For example, let yourself spend a month to get used to the feeling of being a "person from another world" before you get the golden finger that changes your life, so as not to quickly release your nature and become a "superhero" like Azu after suddenly having the power to change your life.

Of course, maybe these are his self-brain supplements, or maybe the real reason is that he is too vegetable.

"I'm back."

Murphy entered the main house with the food, and the moment he opened the door, he smelled the strong smell of alcohol.

If you look at the smell, you can see a long-haired drunkard curled up on a shabby couch, with all kinds of empty wine bottles thrown under his feet, and a half-empty bottle in his hand.

The mottled mechanical clock on the walls clicked as it walked, and a few scarlet ladies' robes sat on the shabby balcony, and the faint, rhythmic snoring echoed in the old room beyond the mischievous specks of the annoying sun.

The clean blankets on the couch were all sleeping out of a human-shaped depression, and a long-haired drunken lady was lying on it and sleeping in a very indecent position, scratching her slender waist with her fingers from time to time.

If you add a snot bubble, it will look more like the boudoir of a century-old house witch.

Murphy is used to it.

He cleaned up the room and sent the bottle into the basement, rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen, and after a while, a bowl of bread porridge with meatballs and duck blood was served.

Theoretically, vampires don't eat anything and can survive as long as they have blood, and they may be better off, but with the family conditions of Murphy and Lady Tracey, not to mention raising blood slaves who regularly draw blood to feed their masters, it is considered a holiday to occasionally suck a mouthful of fresh blood.

Do you see those free fat rats in the yard?

That's the "reserve blood pack" that Lady Tris prepared for herself before she and Murphy "cohabited"!

In the past month, she also recommended this "energy-saving, environmentally friendly, and self-sufficient" lifestyle to Murphy several times, but Murphy politely declined.

He doesn't mind being a pica in a magical otherworld, but it's better to forget about high-end ingredients like rats.

Truth be told, before meeting Lady Tracey, Murphy couldn't have imagined that a midnight nobleman could be mixed up in a city ruled by vampires.

"Wake up, Tris, it's time to eat."

He placed his grandfather's bowl on a table at least six times his age, and bent over the couch to support his superior.

"Honorable Elder" refers to a vampire who is granted to a mortal for the first time.

In their culture, the word has a similar meaning to parents, whether it is the Blood Vulture Clan or several other clans, there are strict and ancient sacred rules for the first possession, which is not only a form of vampire reproduction, so the meaning of respect for elders in the blood culture is also quite formal.

Unfortunately, Murphy's patriarch is too different, causing the new Murphy to have a serious misunderstanding of the entire race of vampires.

These nocturnal guys must be unreliable because of long-term sleep deprivation and biological clock disorders!

"Ha, little Murphy, let me sleep a little longer..."

Ms. Trass in her arms muttered and talked in her sleep, rubbing Murphy's wide chest like a cat and planning to continue sleeping, making Murphy helpless for a while.

"Well, I'll tell you, I dreamed of when I was young, I dreamed that I was a genius elder of the Vulture Clan at that time, that Sarokdal himself poured me wine, and that the handsome Lord Pa Ying invited me to a dinner.

Damn old Edward is avoiding me..."

To be honest, the appearance of this lady who is talking nonsense is quite stunning, quite a mature big sister with the charm of a midnight noble.

With her black hair flowing smoothly and her bee waist and fiery eyes, her appearance on any occasion is enough to be the focus of a man's eyes.

However, a terrifying centipede-like scar stretched from her slender neck to her corset, and from her slender waist to a pinched waist that seeped out and stopped at her crotch, almost piercing her body, like a regrettable crack in fine porcelain.

Not only does it wreak havoc on her beauty, but it also undermines the power that a vampire relies on for his livelihood.

It wasn't a disparaging term for the other vampires to call her a "wreck", and Tracey did lose most of her powers, and she never told Murphy about the source of her scars, and Murphy never asked.

After all, two people always need a sense of boundary when they live together.

"Wow, this taste is as good as ever! It seems that embracing you, a little troublemaker, as my heir, is the most correct thing I've done in my messy 100 years. ”

The drunken Trisi took a sip of the porridge and immediately showed a satisfied expression.

She sighed half-drunk, and was about to feast when she saw the luxurious velvet pocket that Murphy had placed on the table that was out of step with the "plain" environment around her.

Especially the Blood Vulture badge pinned to the pocket made Triss immediately squint.

"What is this?"

She looked at Murphy and patted the spoon with some anger and asked:

"Didn't you get involved with the other blood vultures? They're all a bunch of bastards who can't get on the stage! Have you forgotten that bullshit summoning they gave you almost killed you and me? Why are you disobedient, you kid! You're going to me off... Hiccup~"

"I don't want to."

Murphy walked to the balcony to fold the dried clothes, and told Tracy what had just happened, saying:

"I can't disobey the patriarch's orders, even if I have to go to my death, I have to laugh, right?"

"It's not as simple as sending you to death."

Breathless, Tracey quickly finished the porridge with an unseemly demeanor, took the pouch and opened it, and took out a slender scroll with a psionic encryption device from it.

and a seal for unsealing.

She played with both things and said:

"Who will attach a decode stamp to the secret order? Little Murphy, you're being used as bait by Sarlokdal. ”

"Huh? So this faith is false? ”

Murphy was not surprised by this, and in the face of his inquiry, Tracey shook her head and said:

"No, it's true! But there must be a secret language, and if you can get the letter to the Midnight Hunter, then they can translate the real message. If you die at the hands of a witch hunter, the message on the surface of this secret is enough to mislead them into the trap of the Vulture Clan.

The pursuit of two possibilities and benefits at the same time is really the classic Salokdal style.

The only victim is you, my poor heart-warming heir. ”

At this point, Tracey paused.

She glanced at Murphy, who was facing away from her, rolled her eyes and said to Murphy in a long voice:

"However, you have taken the task, and it is really too late to quit now, and I have nothing to give you as a famous waste lord, for the sake of your year of service to me, there is a secret compartment next to the third pillar in the basement, where some of the things I used in the past are hidden.

You should use it.

I'm going to have to sleep, my head hurts... Oh, look at my cousin elder who is so hurt and emaciated by alcohol addiction, it shouldn't be! So from now on, quit drinking!

Belch...

Forget it, drink it for another day today.

Tomorrow must quit!

Such a pleasant decision, little Murphy, give me money! I'm going to buy wine! ”

“... Let's go to bed first, I'll buy it for you when I go out for a walk at night. ”

"Wow, little Murphy, you're so heartwarming! Come and hug... Wait a minute! You're leaving tonight, buy the ghost's wine! Good you Murphy dare to lie to the old lady! Don't run! Beat you up! ”

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The basement of Tracey Manor is large, and there are still traces of the uncontrollable explosion of psionic energy a month ago, broken bricks and tiles are everywhere, and there are shadows on the ground that seem to be indelible, making Murphy feel a chill down his spine when he walks into this darkness.

After all, the real owner of this body died here.

It's a bad place.

"If you and I really swap identities, then you should now sit in the office of the summer air-conditioned room and squeeze the social animal employees, while I have to suffer here for you, and I have to support that monster girl."

Murphy clasped his hands together and whispered:

"Thinking that you are not willing to be ordinary, you inherited the position that I worked hard for ten years to get in that material-rich world, and you should be satisfied with food and clothing for a lifetime. Don't turn into a ghost to torment me in this place where there are really supernatural powers, or I'm not welcome!

You're a dead ghost, I'm a vampire.

Since everyone is a ghost, who is afraid of whom! ”

After completing this set of godly "rituals", Murphy followed Trace's instructions to find the dark compartment under the third pillar and take out a bag of things from it.

A set of delicate dark red protective leather armor including boots and gloves, a scarlet cloak embroidered with patterns, and a cool Caged Swift Sword. They are all exquisite creations that are standard for the Blood Elders, and they are probably the last memorial that Tracey used to remember her long-gone glory years.

So this wave really took out the coffin?

"The loss of psionic energy is a bit severe, and this hasn't been maintained in hundreds of years?"

Murphy grabbed the swift sword and played a sword flower in a good way, his remaining muscle memory already had a set of blood vulture swordsmanship remaining, but unfortunately this original psionic creation has now become a piece of mortal iron.

Fortunately, it is still sharp enough.

He changed into protective leather armor, fastened the lock of his cloak, put the matching black vampire mask on his face, and finally pulled on the hood of the armor.

The image of a mysterious Bloodline was immediately formed.

Although there are no mirrors, it is needless to say that nature is suave.

After all, the handsome face that can eat hot soft rice without doing anything after crossing over is the only thing Murphy can be proud of now.

["Real Otherworld" beta version administrator system installation package decompression progress: 100%! ] System installation begins, please wait!

The character card module is being installed... Test Decentralization... Alpha Database Binding... Information Resonance & Psionic Projection Module On... Empowerment Complete... Personalized extension mode embedding... Newbie Bootstrap Module Activation...

It's time to test! 】

At the moment when Murphy changed his equipment, the translucent character card in front of him suddenly erupted into a streamer, drowning out all of Murphy's vision.

He felt like he had been thrown into a mysterious sea of stars, and the starlight was twinkling everywhere, and the originally simple and desperate character cards were constantly loaded into new modules, and soon became extremely complicated.

In this case, it's hard to tell exactly how fast the time is flowing, but it's not uncomfortable, like sitting in front of a computer and waiting for a new download to run.

And as the starlight in the background dimmed, a new interface appeared in front of Murphy's eyes:

Name: Refno Murphy Lesenbra

Race: Vampire [Blood Vulture Clan: Descent of Desire]

Template: Dark Psionic Bias: Ordinary Individuals

Class: Blood Vulture Apprentice/None/None

Talents: Dark Psionic Perception and Manipulation [Beginner], Concealment: Shadow Walk [Skillful], Melee / Physical Attack Mastery [Beginner]

Specialty: Otherworldly Creature Summoning [0/2]

Skill: Blood Vulture Swordsmanship [Beginner] / Psionic Impact [Beginner]

Equipment: Elder Blood Vulture Armor [6/6], Desire Clan Blade [Psionic Depletion], Crimson Midnight Cloak

"Although I know I'm a good eater, this series of 'entry' gadgets is really a little uncontrollable."

Murphy looked at his full stats and covered his eyes to look at them again.

Although I already know that making all kinds of targeted behaviors can improve skill proficiency, but I have tried it for a month, why is this panel so crotch-pulling?

Could it be that the rumors that even children in the city know are true?

Because the "Waste King" Ms. Triss herself is very wasted, no matter how powerful the blood clan she first embraced, after being transformed, she will become a waste person?

Emmm, it shouldn't be so mysterious, right?

And I've been waiting for a month, how can this be the end?

Just a character card expansion?

What about the golden finger that changed his life against the sky? At the beginning of this kind of tragic story, you can't say that you don't give me a skill to summon dragons or titans!

As Murphy scratched his cheeks and explored his powerful-sounding "Administrator System," he noticed a separate field underneath the character card.

[Beginner Guided Mission (1/6): Complete the initial summon and start the test plan.

Mission Description: Oh, don't show that expression, I know what you're thinking, activate the summon and master the true power, and then you'll know that I've given you the best, Alpha. 】

"God babble, my name is Murphy, what the hell is Alpha?"

Murphy frowned and read the mission description, glancing at the "Summoning Specialty" on the character card, the [0/2] logo indicated that he could summon two "otherworldly creatures".

"Then let Uncle Ben come and see what kind of ghost medicine you sell in this broken gourd!"

The hapless vampire gripped the hilt of the Caged Hand Sword in his left hand and opened his right hand in an elegant spellcasting motion.

He didn't know what he was going to summon, but it didn't matter if the next second a flaming Dark Titan roared out and struck the world with a sword.

On the contrary, he thinks it's really cool, and is always ready to eat the ashes of the world once it burns out.

After all, buddy is so miserable now, it's all about this thing to change his life, I really can't think about anything else, and is this city very good to me?

Why think so much about the guys who spill their malice at themselves when they smile?

You don't owe them anything, do you?

Ability activation.

Murphy felt like he was being thrown into a mill to squeeze the little psionic energy in his body, and just as he felt like his dark psionic energy was being drained about a quarter, two flickering dots of light finally took shape.

It was as if the most delicate tailor had woven a clear outline out of nothing with the light that represented psionic energy, and under Murphy's expectant gaze, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared before him.

Ordinary body type, ordinary cheeks, ordinary breath of life, even a waste vampire like Murphy can beat several of them.

What!

It's just an ordinary human?

What's the use of this...

The vampire's dislike for this golden finger reached the extreme, but just as he was about to routinely complain, a fairly familiar language sounded in his ears.

It's so real that even vampires feel terrified.

"Damn, this game screen is really good! Look at the light and shadow, look at the details, look at the bricks! Scald! This floor tile is really TM brick! But the application form says that this "Real Otherworld" is still in the development stage? I think it's done. ”

"Shhh Look at the two of us that this NPC is looking at, yo, the little white face is quite handsome, anyway, why can't I pinch my face like him?

Hey!

This game can even take off your pants. ”

“... ! Pants are not allowed to be taken off! ”

“？？？ This NPC just sweared, right? Did I hear me right? He must have said '', right? Is even localization translation so down-to-earth? I love it. ”