My Players Are So Fierce

1446: 487.

The exhibition hall is only open to visitors!_2

1446: 487.

The exhibition hall is only open to visitors!_2

However, he wondered if this might be because he was a vampire?

He wanted to take a closer look at his “medical report,” but the light beam from the Iron Beetle vanished in the next moment and then hovered over Murphy’s shoulder in a gentle manner.

“Welcome to the core area of the Swamp Ecological Zone Exhibition Hall, His Excellency Administrator Alpha!

The control core has granted you temporary visitor permissions, please proceed to the underground data terminal for identity verification and complete the ‘All-Seeing’ device binding, after which you will be granted more advanced permissions.”

A gentle female electronic voice, accompanied by the vibration of the Iron Beetle on his shoulder, confirmed Murphy’s guess in his mind, that his administrator system indeed came from the creator of this world!

However, this voice only echoed in Murphy’s mind, Triss could not hear it.

She could only see that after the blue light had scanned Murphy, three floating Iron Beetles with energy fluctuations quickly retracted their attack stances, and even proactively hovered next to Murphy, as if protecting his safety.

This made Triss sigh inwardly, her little Mo Fei truly was a man unlike any other.

He said he had been noticed by the subspace shadow and had been granted some power; now it seemed, the subspace shadow paying attention to little Mo Fei was likely the creator worshipped by the Sanghai People?

“Follow me, Triss.”

Murphy took Triss’s left hand, and while browsing the newly popped-up rules of the Swamp Ecological Zone Exhibition on the semi-transparent interface in front of him, he said to Triss:

“This is a Psychic Prohibited Area, temporary visitors can’t use Psychic Spells after entering, and you must store all Psychic Items containing Psychic Powers in the lockers at the visitor area.”

“Psychic Prohibited Area?”

Triss’s complexion changed dramatically upon hearing this word.

For her, being a Psychic Overlord, entering an unknown area where Psychic Powers could not be used was clearly an unacceptable great adventure.

She instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing Murphy’s affirmative look, she knew that her little Mo Fei had confirmed that the area in front of them wouldn’t threaten her personal safety.

“Don’t be afraid, this is the land of creation, and we have become guests of the creator, as long as we do not violate the rules here we won’t be harmed.

Come.”

He pulled Triss forward and stood in front of the heavy-duty explosion-proof door, waiting to be scanned again at the “ticket check” window, this time the prompt directly marked all the “prohibited items” on both Murphy and Triss.

Surprisingly, the necessary evil was not marked as a prohibited item, it seems that the life-terrifying Demon Sword also belongs to the “safety category” in the creator’s system.

The Vampire Lord casually removed his jewelry and armor, wearing only a single garment, while the three floating Iron Beetles indicated the area to store his clothes.

With a knock, a very technological black box popped out from the metal wall next to it.

This fist-sized device may possess some spatial properties, after all, Murphy’s carry-on items were also quite a lot, and would definitely not fit into such a small area.

And perhaps because of the unique identity of Administrator Alpha, after Murphy removed the “prohibited items,” an Iron Beetle also brought him a very plain, unadorned black robe to replace.

Unfortunately, Triss did not receive the same treatment.

Every piece of jewelry on Blood Vulture Duke’s body was basically a Psychic Item, and the prompt in front required Triss to remove these before being allowed to step into the land of creation.

This made the Crimson Witch so irate that she raised her Nocturne Wand, preparing to try “forcing her way through.”

Just as she unleashed her Psychic Powers, a shrill warning noise sounded around the explosion-proof door.

Red warning beams projected into the air, sealing the road to the land of creation, while surrounding metal blocks started rolling and magically popping out more than fifty guns of odd shapes and calibers aiming at her.

Among them were high-grade electromagnetic guns that use energy as weapons and had already begun to charge.

This development startled Murphy.

He immediately spread his arms in front of Triss, his administrator identity worked wonders, although the sharp warning noise still echoed, the threatening defense guns retracted back into the weapon chambers.

“This is the land of creation!

Triss!

I have reason to believe that there are powers here sufficient to harm you.”

Murphy turned to look at Blood Vulture Duke and said in a low voice:

“If you really can’t adapt to an environment without Psychic Powers, how about you stay here?

I’ll go in and get higher permissions, then let you in?”

“No!

I won’t let you step into this dangerous place alone.”

Triss bit her lip.

She didn’t take long to persuade herself; she sighed and then placed her Nocturne Wand on the tray extended by an Iron Beetle, and under Murphy’s gaze, she removed her clothes which had various psychic protective effects, until she was left in just her undergarments, yet she was still not permitted to enter the land of creation.

Murphy twitched, watching Triss in her black underwear and said:

“Really?

You even have protective spells on your underwear?

Are all you Psychic Overlords sick?”

“You don’t understand!

This is called prevention; there had been cases of Psychic Masters being assassinated in bed before, otherwise, I wouldn’t be so cautious.”