Murphy in the midnight chamber of the Crimson Keep glanced at his character card, and after turning off the Otherworldly Summon, the original full [3000/3000] slipped to [1/3000] in an instant.

All the players except Ah Feng have been temporarily expelled from this world, and looking at the players lying in the secret room in front of him, the feeling of a "god" who controls everything in a single thought once again surfaces in Murphy's heart.

If he is really a god, then these brave Gentiles in front of him are his 3,000 divine choices.

Hmm, don't talk about whether these guys are good enough or not, just talk about this number is not a tiger, right?

"So, in the name of the Real Otherworldly development team, I announce that the internal beta upgrade has officially begun!"

Murphy moved his shoulders and whispered to the midnight chamber full of people in front of him in a "full of enthusiasm" attitude, and then he was ready to happily go fishing.

Well, it's not a real game after all.

The so-called version upgrade is just to drive players offline first, and then let their NPCs seize the time to adjust some things that have been arranged a long time ago, and there is not really a server update and new data entry problem.

Murphy just needs to make another settlement, and by the way, he will make one last revision of the development log that he has already organized, and then upload it to the forum.

If there is such a thing as a "dog curation leaderboard", Murphy is probably the least stressful guy ever, and after interpreting the existence of the whole of Transencia and even the continent in a 100% realistic way of playing, all he needs to do is continue to reinforce this impression and concept and ensure that the "game experience" of the players is as good as possible.

Of course, Murphy already knows that some of the "smarts" among the players may have figured out the truth, but he is not bothered by this, and the elite players he picks are all at risk of this "leak".

It doesn't always take pleasure to play everyone for fools.

As long as most players feel that this is just a game and can get pleasure, enjoyment and a sense of accomplishment from it, then this "Murphy's deception" can continue, and even if it does come to light in the end, His Excellency the Governor has nothing to worry about.

You say he's a liar, that's good, what did he deceive?

Since the launch of "Real Otherworld", he has not lost a penny, and there are no restrictions that require forced play, Murphy has given all the free choice to the players, as long as they don't touch the damn helmet, the vampire lord has a thousand abilities and can't manipulate the players' daily lives in another world.

The logout button is there, and he won't play a sassy operation similar to SAO that deducts the logout button.

So in essence, players think this game is fun, which is also the fundamental logic of the existence of all games.

If it's not fun, then no one but the botnets will buy it.

"If I were to throw out a questionnaire now, I would probably be above 95% satisfied."

Murphy left the Midnight Chamber with his chin on his head, intending to take a walk around the city before heading back to his office to deal with the rest of the matter.

After careful calculation, there are actually quite a lot of things that Murphy needs to do in the past three days.

You have to open four race templates alone.

The blood of the Shadow Elves was obtained from the followers of Veranther, the blood of the Shield Dwarves from the bet between Tracy and Lord Heather, the blood of the Pine Sea that Nephitali had given to Murphy the other day, and the blood of the Halflings that Captain Paula had obtained from her while she was drunk.

After these four templates are completed, players will have more options in the closed beta phase, in fact, if Murphy needs it, he can even open the Jackal's race template.

But the question is, will there really be a player to choose a guy like Jackal, who is not beautiful enough?

Wait a minute!

I seem to have made an empirical mistake!

Whether or not there is a player to choose is the player's business, and as a developer, you only need to list this option.

Isn't Hogg engaged in a "god-killing" operation?

Doesn't this just add a "racial subplot" to the Gnoll race?

And I have two templates in my hands: a skinny jackal like Hogg and a tall jackal in the dark mountains, which is indeed a bit sorry for my identity as a dog planner if I don't play a trick.

Speaking of which, the class system of the Gnoll race is also quite complete.

They have a variety of power transfers, and the identity of the Jackal as the "Ancestral Security Guard of Eden" can also smoothly lead to clues to the Land of Creation, and then adapt a complete quest chain for players, and even directly lead to the "Legacy of Creation" expansion.

Well, that's a great idea!

Murphy quickly finalized the idea of this burst of inspiration, and planned to collect a little gnoll blood to give the players the whole job, and he thought that he had accumulated a lot of "development materials" in his hands, and just threw them into the forum to show the players, and the development team usually worked very hard.

In addition, the third-party platform that players have built spontaneously seems to be about to go live.

Maybe I should pick a little bit of heavy news and send it as "inside information"? For example, the Sulfur Flywheel and the Steam Puppet, and then the mysteries of Sico City and the legends of the kings of Hades, etc.

With such tedious dog planning thinking, Murphy soon came to the surface.

He saw at a glance the Midnight Tower, which was still under construction, and the foremen of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons did not choose to fish because of the temporary departure of several leaders, and Old Chen Tou also specially asked the Silver Dwarf Master Ilyich to help watch over the construction process before going offline.

This tower is not just a simple high-rise building, it is also the first large mage tower in Transnesia, so the construction progress is not likely to be very fast, according to the old Chen Tou's plan, the tower will not be topped out until at least two months, and the interior decoration and spiritual energy convergence will need to be busy with Master Ilyich for another month.

Murphy didn't bother the workers, and he spread his wings and flew into the air this evening, looking down at his city.

The departure of the players does not seem to interfere with the order that has developed in the city, where people in positions throughout the city go home from work, while street stalls are still doing business, and the "snack streets" that form in front of the residential areas are bustling with the sheriff's carriage parked aside.

There's a gladiatorial match tonight, so many men are heading to Entrance 7 of Sewer in twos and threes, and the fight club run by the Blood Rat Gang has clearly become the hottest entertainment for the locals.

In the city square outside the business district, Lord Portman is directing the militia in their daily training, which has been trained twice a week since Miriam declared Transnicia to be in a state of war, as is the case in other villages.

The people of Translancia are so strong that this behavior is not rejected by the locals.

It is worth noting that some time ago, a new bar called "Once Upon a Time in Mejeva" opened in the business district, which is said to be opened by the shadow elves under the command of Veranther, and it is also the first "entertainment venue" in the true sense of the word.

The opening of the shop was strongly supported by Miriam, and it was clear that the Archon also thought that his people needed some other pastime than to watch savage gladiatorial fights and organize dangerous boxing fights in private.

The newly established "elf community" on the outskirts of the residential area is inconspicuous, but some of the half-elves who have already moved in will choose to walk through the vampire city that has accepted them in the evening with a kind of strangeness and discomfort.

Murphy withdrew his gaze and looked at the temple area.

It was the time of evening prayers, the bells of the Avalon Sanctuary were ringing, the Eye of the Wolf Eye Monastery was also gathering some devotees, the temple of the Berserkers in Vam had not yet been built, and the barbarian priests with various tattoos on their bodies simply trained some of the believers in martial arts in the cold winter.

Well, in fact, the player's departure will still have a bit of an impact on the city.

At least the Adventurer's Guild is much cleaner than before, although there are also mercenary groups of locals coming in and out there, but they obviously lack the hustle and bustle of players who have hot feet and can't walk well.

How so?

The place is still this place, but it's like a little bit of soul is missing.

After all, this is a city that has been shaped by players little by little, and even if the number of players is absolutely inferior to the number of people in the Crimson Keep now, the city is still inevitably stained with some unique colors of their own.

For example, some locals who have a good relationship with the player are looking around in confusion at the door, wondering why the group of annoying guys who are always running around are not showing up today?

I'm planning to do a big cleaning of my house today.

Hey, without that group of free labor, you'll have to do it yourself.

Even Mama Marianne, who was leading the prayers in the church at this time, would be a little puzzled, why didn't that annoying old Chen come over today? Doesn't he come every night to "pick up the wind"?

"Don't worry, your otherworldly friends will be back in three days."

Murphy grinned.

In perceiving the power of desire, he once again confirmed that his people and his players had reached a state of mutual perfection.

That's exactly what Murphy wants to see.

"What for? Laughing so strangely, it's like a villain who is designing a dangerous plan. ”

Tracey's voice rang out from behind with a hint of disgust, and Murphy looked back to see His Excellency the Grand Duke flapping his dragon-winged wings and holding a glass of wine filled with blood looking at him.

The Grand Duke sneered mercilessly:

"Is this because the players are leaving, so they feel a little lonely and lonely in their hearts? Do you want Triss to give you a warm hug? ”

"We're vampires, Trace, and our hugs can never be warm."

Murphy spit out when he saw the stitches, then moved his arms and said:

"I just think maybe we should really put Valhalla on the agenda.

The locals now use the term 'Heroic Spirit' to describe them, but when I first released this kind of gossip, I didn't expect it to spread so widely and be accepted by so many people, don't they think the name Heroic Spirit is too exaggerated? ”

"Of course not."

Tracey shook her head and said:

"The Translancians have been tormented by war for long enough, and although they are aggressive, they have always hoped that a great power will come down here to protect them from being killed by those dangerous things.

In this case, a group of warriors who will not die is naturally very much in line with the local imagination of 'great power'.

They will see the warriors as the brave men who have died in the wars of the past hundreds of years in this land, awakened by the great governor in this dangerous time, and they will see it as a symbol!

The failures of the past give strength to protect the people of the present and move forward into the future.

The Translancians are actually romantic, too.

But their romanticism was also too barbaric to people elsewhere.

Well, maybe we should indeed have made Valhalla for the warriors, though they didn't need to be resurrected through the building.

But perhaps with proper guidance, this belief will also become a new tradition, and then a legend and myth, or even a belief in the future.

Murphy, remember the advice I gave you earlier? Let the warriors spread the faith of the Light. ”

"Hmm."

Murphy nodded and said:

"The knights of Riptide Fort are doing a good job, there are already thousands of Light followers in that place, although most of them are from Marlow, and they are eager to be blessed by the Light out of hatred for the undead. Why did you suddenly talk about this? ”

"Because there's movement."

Tris took a sip of wine and whispered:

"Although it is not yet the embodiment of the powerful faith that can confer the power of the Lord of the Hunt, I went to the Cathedral of the Holy Light in Riptide last night, and I can tell you with certainty that the consciousness that has been converging under the guidance of people's beliefs and teachings has created a faint ripple in the subspace.

If you know how Philae shaped the Lord of the Hunt through warfare, you should realize that it is time for the Church of Light to move on to the next stage.

We must assign priesthoods and realms to the Light that has been planted, and reset the rituals of the Church of Light to strengthen the ripples of Light through conceptual actions.

If all goes well, perhaps in a few years, the Light will be born in the subspace like the Lord of the Hunt.

It is the convergence of all truth, goodness, beauty, hope and light.

That is the true nature hidden deep in the personality of every conscious being, which means that once the Holy Light Church begins to spread on a large scale, it will definitely gather faith faster and more fiercely than the evil gods of other races.

But it also means that your warriors will enter the realm of faith

Avalon, Sue, and Vam who are helping us now will all be our competitors, and at least their followers on earth will not give up their dioceses so easily, and if they don't get it right, they will start a faith war. ”

"Then come on."

Murphy pointed to the city below, and he said:

"Let's spread this belief on our territory first, and then use the Black Plague as an opportunity to grow it to the point where it can empower as soon as possible, and then for the next step. We certainly don't go to Nordtov or Icebay to preach.

Let's go to the Plantagenet Kingdom!

King Louis himself abolished the Church of Avalon, and now his people's hearts are hungry for faith like a wasteland, and we will make the blonde dumb Valkyrie of the Light, and when Becky returns to Nantes, the Light will take root in the hearts of those who are not loved.

You know, Trace, I'm not advocating the use of war to take back everything we have.

And I knew early on that in addition to military victories, there were options for cultural victories and religious victories, and perhaps one day in the future, even the proud King Louis would have to invoke the name of the Light to protect him and his people.

But I'm curious if there's a way to speed up the process of the Light's birth? ”

"Yes!"

Tracey looked left and right, and whispered:

"Modeled after the story of Vam's birth, the Berserker is said to have been born from the remains of a fallen ancient deity who had already had the realm of 'fighting'.

The barbarians found the remains of the deity in the land of the Icebay that opened at the beginning of the era, and they regarded it as their own manifestation of the deity, and continued to worship the relict called the 'Bones of the Berserker'.

It was the barbarians who shaped their traditions and beliefs into Vam's form, and when the Church of Avalon and the Church of the Winter Wolves fought for control of the faith in Glacier Bay, the belief of the barbarians who were forced to unite to resist foreign enemies came together and finally allowed Vam to be born.

If you wish to hasten the birth of the Light, then go find a piece of the remains of the gods."

At this point, Triss took a sip of wine, but she kept gesturing Murphy with her eyes, and the Governor understood Trissy's allusion, and he narrowed his eyes and nodded:

"Well, it seems that the Lord of the Hunt really has a way to die. But the three priesthoods of the Lord of the Hunt, 'Hunting', 'War', and 'Torture' don't sound like the Light, and it's shaped in the image of the Gnoll."

"Use your powers, Murphy!"

Tracey approached and whispered her arrogant thoughts:

"The Lord of the Hunt is the god of filth, he has been polluted by the subspace, and your purifying power can wipe away all its filth, and in that way you will get a piece of the purest deity of Godhead.

A blank sheet of paper!

Let us paint on it.

But you have to do it in secret, and once you find out that you can purify the gods, you will definitely become a 'sweet and sweet' in the eyes of many people."

Trust me, that's not a good thing. ”

(End of chapter)