My Players Are So Fierce

Barista Jude Luo was not a heretic from the beginning.

This unlucky fellow was once a happy yet naive young man, obsessed with the art of coffee-making.

His first job in Charldo Harbor was at the Witch Cafe.

It turns out that a young person’s first job must be chosen carefully; it truly has a life-long impact.

Sir Jude Luo is the most painful example of this.

The young man did not even know when he started to fall into evil.

It seemed that the moment he realized, he had already transformed from a simple young man who only wanted to explore the path of coffee to a heretic wanting to destroy the world.

When exactly did he fall?

Hmm…

Perhaps it was the moment he saw the beautiful store owner.

The instant he was captivated by Manager Luna’s charm and became her sycophant seemed to seal his tragic fate…

“Do you need some more time to fully review your pitiful past?”

Murphy’s mocking voice interrupted Jude Luo, who was brimming with evil thoughts at the moment, startling him.

Damn!

What was he doing?

He was being attacked by an angry Silver Sword Saint and a dangerous Blood Vulture Lord was ambushing from the side; yet at this deadly moment, he was distracted?

“Splat”

Before the barista could regain composure, Necessary Evil pierced his side at a tricky angle.

The five-star kidney blow’s pain broke the barista’s defenses completely, and the instant the bone blade, shining with deadly frost, swung down, the barista decisively unleashed his Netherworld aura, forcibly forming a self-sealing Ice Coffin.

“Bang”

The female Sword Saint’s final strike missed, and the vengeance-driven blade struck the Ice Coffin, shattering cold ice, carving cracks into the chunks yet failing to destroy it.

The effect of time exile had reached its last moment, an unfulfilled Lady Irina sighed.

She seized the last few seconds to savor the wonderful feeling of being alive, finally throwing her weapon as she was about to return to a corpse and briskly broke her left arm and legs.

As she fell, she whispered hoarsely to Murphy:

“Thank you, kind vampire, farewell to my sister who still practices back home for me…

I failed to keep my promise to her.”

“This is something you should handle yourself, I would rather not face a tearful little girl and cruelly tell her that her sister is no more; such words breed hatred, so fulfill your own duties.”

Murphy, wildly stabbing Necessary Evil at the ice block amidst flying debris, spoke without looking back:

“I will deliver you to the Walkers of the Death Moon; you will become the honor guards of a great figure.

Believe me, the brutal death you’ve experienced is just one of many and not the most outstanding one.

The world after death is far more exciting than you imagine.

You owe me a favor, make no mistake about it.

So, ponder carefully on how to repay it.”

“Haha, then I’ll take your blessing.”

Irina, who had fallen, already felt death angrily returning to her body.

In the last moments of vivacity, she lay there staring at the sky, calling out her sister’s name, and returned to the shriveled form of a dead within a few seconds, the influence of the Netherworld Curse making her once again Jude Luo’s loyal servant.

Regrettably, Irina’s last moment of “self-termination” now left her unable to move freely and she had to lie there waiting for her body to be repaired by the Netherworld’s aura.

As for Jude Luo himself…

If he thought that merely relying on this deathly ice seal could block the bloodthirsty piercing of the Demon Sword, then he was surely out of his mind.

With the seventeenth piercing as quick as lightning from Murphy’s Demon Sword, the ice protecting Jude Luo shattered, and the barista resolved that his conventional powers were useless against this Vampire Lord, so he had no choice!

Though he was extremely reluctant to use such power, to survive now, to return to Lady Luna’s side and continue being her sycophant, he could only “cheat the system.”

“O betrayed Original Sin…”

As Necessary Evil pierced his heart, Jude Luo called out to the sky for that forbidden name, the power from the subspace shadows instantly infused his body, the collision with the material world’s edge creating a spiritual energy shockwave that sent Murphy and the Demon Sword flying.

The Vampire Lord, in the air, stabilized his form with a graceful flap of his wings, while the flying Necessary Evil also sensed the convergence of subspace aura ahead.

It hovered beside Murphy, waiting for the inevitable “moment of pain.”

Yet Murphy tilted his head, looking with a puzzled expression at the young vampire in front, currently infused with the filthy power of subspace shadow.

He called upon the Dark Night Claw to adorn himself while internally mocking.

Perhaps I am indeed out of touch with the trends; why are these young people even thoughtful in seeking death?

In your normal state, you might still be able to exploit my “ineptitude with spiritual energy” to scuffle a few times with me, but now you’re summoning subspace shadow for Second Stage Transformation, what’s your objective?