My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2683 -895: Unfortunately, You Celebrated Too Soon

“So, do you think there’s a possibility that those things you’re afraid of might already be about to appear?”

Blood-stained Santo Lance Marcus said quietly:

“With our reckless approach, it’s quite likely that a subspace projection based on us has already appeared in the subspace. This is a high probability event.”

“Alright! Stop scaring yourself!”

Uncle Fuding knew this conversation couldn’t go on anymore, and cautiously said to several Torrent Knights:

“Don’t make a fuss for now. Let me contact Tepar and see what he says. Everyone else should go back to what they should be doing and don’t stay here bothering me!”

After Uncle Fuding sent the others away, he hurried offline to call Tepar. Once the call was connected, it seemed Tepar already guessed what Uncle Fuding wanted to ask, so he replied before Uncle Fuding spoke:

“Don’t worry about things on my end. You all go ahead and finish the God-slaying action with Lord Paryen. We’ll discuss it in detail after you return. I’ve contacted a ‘professional expert’ who told me the situation isn’t as dreadful as we imagined.

Miss Biqi receiving divine revelation is merely a low-probability event or an unforeseen occurrence, likely just a murmur of the Holy Light concept…”

“Damn, your explanation’s getting more mysterious.”

Uncle Fuding exclaimed:

“By the way, what kind of professional expert did you find? Is he one of us? Damn, don’t tell me you went looking for the Heretics, or else Loyal Brother might invite you for tea.”

“What are you saying? Am I that unreliable?”

Tepar said discontentedly:

“It’s Crow, do you remember him?

He entered the game later than you folks but is also considered a veteran player. In the game, he never actively fights monsters or follows the storyline, just stays in Avalon Cathedral role-playing. He’s essentially similar to us, but he’s been researching the relationship between followers, faith, and Divine Spirit.

He told me there’s no use rushing now. Even if we disband the Rushing River Knights Group, the Holy Light faith, which has already taken root here, will still spread. Without us continuing to regulate the doctrine, things will likely slip into an uncontrollable direction instead.

Therefore, he plans to help us get this thing on track next, and he explicitly said we don’t need to worry that the birth of Holy Light will affect us or our thoughts.

He explained the relationship and distinction between faith and cognition to me.

I didn’t quite understand, but it sounded pretty sensible.

Recognizing something as objectively existing and offering faith to a particular matter are entirely different concepts. In conclusion, this matter isn’t as terrifying as we imagined.

If it really doesn’t work out, just treat it as a game version update. That’s how Crow explained it to me. No matter how things develop afterward, this matter has already gone beyond our resolution capabilities. We can only take it one step at a time.”

“Oh, Miss Biqi is also fine, you needn’t worry.”

“Even if you say that, it’s hard for me to rest easy.”

Uncle Fuding complained, but then he excitedly asked:

“Now that Miss Biqi can already sprout wings, does it mean we guys could also summon a sacred storm while shouting Holy Light?”

“Uh, no, and probably not for a long time.”

Tepar said with a certain regret:

“Crow mentioned that at the current development stage of Holy Light, it’s quite far from feedback Divine Power. Miss Biqi’s miracle cannot be replicated, but since the buds have sprouted, changing professions is a high probability event in the future, so wait patiently.”

“Oh, alright.”

Uncle Fuding was clearly not satisfied with this answer, but since Tepar guaranteed, he naturally had nothing more to say, exchanged some pleasantries, and then hung up the phone.

In a small building in another city, Tepar also sighed. He wasn’t as composed as he appeared, pacing to the balcony with thoughts bouncing all over the place, leaving him entirely unable to calm down.

After all, he had witnessed firsthand in the position when Miss Biqi’s wings spread and the almost identical sacred emblem of Holy Light opened. This made him, the “originator” who introduced Holy Light faith into Transylvania, feel a bit numb.

Feeling irritated, he broke his years-long habit of quitting smoking and lit a cigarette, which ended up choking him into a coughing fit.

Just as Tepar was laboring to calm down, the phone on the table rang again. He stubbed out the cigarette, picked it up, and glanced at an unfamiliar landline number, then answered and heard someone on the other end say:

“Brother Tepar, it’s Loyal Brother.”

“Ah?”

“I think you’ve already guessed why I’m calling. Because of what happened on the battlefield, I’m informing you there’s a video inquiry scheduled for ten o’clock tomorrow morning. Don’t worry, it’s just to ask you some questions, just answer truthfully.

If it’s truly inconvenient, we can also arrange a time in the game to meet and talk.

Just you and me, no one else, don’t be afraid.”

“This… does this mean I’m being invited for tea?”

“Sort of, but the nature is different. I won’t use official language, but I’m sure you can understand. After all, you guys just created a god in another world with your own hands—not something I can ignore and pretend not to see.

It’s not just you struggling, I’m also struggling over how to write a report on this matter.

No matter how it’s explained, it seems to tie up with feudal superstition.”

“I get it, I get it. So, in the game, at Maginot Line Position Three Canteen?”