Volume 1: Dance of the Black Dragon Chapter 25: Uneasy Dreams
Murphy slowly landed on the platform on the 77th floor of the Obsidian Temple.
A dragon servant immediately came forward to greet him.
"Ah, Master Morpheus, are you here for the annual meeting so early this year?"
Murphy was slightly stunned, then he remembered that the annual meeting of the Black Dragon Legion seemed to be held this month. The Black Dragon Lords from all over the East Continent would gather in the Obsidian Temple to discuss the Black Dragon Legion's strategic layout for the coming year, and by the way, have a meal together to eat, drink, and brag.
"Yeah, why, haven't the other black dragon lords arrived yet?"
"Ter Horason, Summerfield, and Lady Agnes have all arrived. Other than that, the other black dragon lords have not yet arrived."
"Well, I'm not in a hurry to meet them. Arrange a dragon's lair for me. I need to hibernate for a while."
"Please follow me, Lord Morpheus."
Murphy followed the dragon attendant towards the depths of the temple. Along the way, he could see many dragon men and black dragons coming in and out, and even quite a few dragons transformed into human form.
The dragon race has its own unique dragon language magic, the most iconic of which is 'transforming into a human form'. Many adult dragons will learn this skill to facilitate their integration into human society. Some exceptionally smart dragons can even master this ability when they are young dragons. Murphy had previously added all his talent points to dragon breath and flying abilities, but he still can't do this trick.
However, after you reach a certain rank and are promoted, you can get one for free.
Looking at the countless black dragon fellows and dragon guards around him, Murphy finally felt safe and no longer had to worry about being knocked down by greedy adventurers.
It has to be said that the butt determines the head, which is also applicable in the game. The evil black dragon in the eyes of intelligent races such as humans, elves, and dwarves is a fellow countryman to Murphy. Soon he was taken to a dark and silent dragon cave.
Dragons don't actually have a rigid need to sleep, but they can restore their health, heal their injuries, and even automatically gain experience while hibernating, so many dragons have the habit of hibernating for a long time.
Some dragons can even hibernate for as long as a century at a time.
Murphy lay down on the cold rock. At this moment, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
He put Catherine on the ground and warned her, "Don't run around, or I can't save you if you get eaten by other dragons. I need to rest for a while, so feel free to do as you please."
After saying that, Murphy closed his eyes and quit the game.
Phew, it’s finally over.
Murphy took off his gaming helmet and rubbed his head, which was a little dizzy from staying up late playing games. It took him a while to recover.
He pushed open the door of the live studio, but unexpectedly found that it was crowded with people. When they saw him come out, they immediately burst into cheers.
"Brother Long is awesome!"
"Brother Long is awesome!"
"Brother Long is so domineering!"
"Haha, Lan Yu and his gang of bastards are going to be pissed off!"
"Well done, Brother Long. You have made us at Xingyao proud."
Faced with the cheers of the crowd, Murphy felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
"No, no, it's just luck." He was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to respond. It was the first time for him to become the focus of attention in real life.
The supervisor also looked at him with satisfaction and patted his shoulder encouragingly, "Well done, Mo Fei, you have done a great job this time. Tonight's live broadcast can be said to have caused a sensation in the gaming community. Now the entire gaming community in the Sky World knows about your deeds. Our Xingyao Company can be said to have won a crucial battle."
"By the way, Murphy, I remember your contract is about to expire, are you interested in renewing it? You've been performing so well recently, I can sign you to a great contract."
Murphy shook his head. He just wanted to go home and catch up on his sleep. He also had to sort out the feeling of being possessed by a ghost tonight.
Besides, he is not that interested in being a host anymore.
"Sorry, I'm not in the mood to talk about this right now. Let's talk about it tonight."
The supervisor was a little disappointed, but still nodded and said, "Okay, okay, go back and have a good rest, we'll talk tonight."
When Murphy squeezed through the crowd and walked out of the company building, he found that it was already dawn. He had been working hard for three or four hours without realizing it.
The early morning sun was bright and dazzling. Walking on the morning street, Murphy was very sleepy but also very hungry. After thinking about it, he decided to eat something to fill his stomach first. He found a breakfast shop he often went to and ordered a few buns and a cup of soy milk.
The shop is a typical family shop. The father makes the buns and the daughter collects payments and serves the dishes. Murphy is familiar with the waiters because he comes here often.
Seeing him looking listless, the girl said mischievously, "You've been staying up late again. Your job is so hard. The salary must be very high. Do you get overtime pay or something? Otherwise, it would be too unfair to you for your hard work and dedication."
Murphy sighed, "There is no such thing as overtime pay. There is nothing we can do about it. We work for a living." Well, rewards and commissions are certainly not considered overtime pay.
"It's so miserable, why don't you change your job?"
"I can't help it. My education level is too low and it's hard to find a good job."
The girl shook her head, and soon the buns and soy milk were served.
Murphy took a sip of soy milk and was surprised to find that it had the taste of dates. He looked at the girl in confusion.
"This is our new product, red date soy milk. Seeing your condition, it will replenish your blood."
"Thanks then." Murphy said. Actually, he didn't like the taste of red dates very much, but he was still happy to feel a little human care in this strange big city.
I wolfed down my breakfast.
Back in the dormitory, Murphy fell headfirst onto the bed.
His mind was still somewhat excited, so he did not fall asleep immediately.
But his body was so tired that he didn't want to move at all.
He still hasn't figured out what that out-of-control feeling in the game was all about. He still remembers the feeling when he used his skills. He was completely unrestrained by the rules of the system. He was in a trance, as if his soul had left his body.
He couldn't even tell whether he was operating it himself or something else at that time.
And what I said at that time, I didn’t think much about it at the time, but now thinking about it, it’s really a bit inconsistent. What did I say?
(Why should I be at your mercy? Foolish mortals, you thought you could control me, play with me, but that’s it, I have awakened, and your end is near)
Why do I always feel that these are not what I said? Why do I say these things, control, awakening, etc.
Murphy usually watched a lot of science fiction , so he couldn't help but have a little uneasy fantasy. Could it be that the game characters themselves have souls? Well, this does sound a bit too far-fetched. Or is it because of the contract with Xingyao Company? His subconscious mind is playing tricks on him...
Murphy's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he finally fell into a deep sleep.
He didn't know how long he had slept, but suddenly he felt the wind. He opened his eyes and found himself soaring in the sky. He could see the city streets below and the skyscrapers passing by.
Some people in the building were looking at him, and some were taking pictures with their mobile phones. Their faces were all blurry and their appearances could not be seen clearly.
Murphy vaguely felt that something was not right, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
Until an explosion sounded beside him, and several anti-aircraft shells hit him. Although they did not penetrate the dragon scales, they successfully aroused his anger.
He crouched down and saw a group of soldiers operating anti-aircraft guns and firing at him.
Morpheus (Black Dragon Lord): "Foolish mortals, petty mortals, you actually thought you could challenge me with such crude weapons. Your doom has come !"
Breath of fire!
The flames spread along the street, igniting the anti-aircraft guns and surrounding soldiers, causing them to explode.
The sound of the explosion made him extremely happy. He rushed towards the nearest building, setting it on fire with flames, and watched the mobile phone cameramen who made him unhappy jump out of the building with their bodies burning.
(That’s it. These despicable humans actually tried to control me and play tricks on me. Look at what a miserable end they have suffered now!)
The roar of jet fighters was heard in the air.
Murphy didn't hesitate at all and immediately increased the altitude.
Da da da da, two strings of fire tongues attacked from behind. Murphy spun flexibly, and the bullets grazed the scales, emitting dazzling sparks.
Murphy suddenly spread his wings, and the huge wind resistance caused him to brake suddenly in mid-air. The plane behind him was caught off guard, and was instantly grabbed by Murphy's dragon claws, which tore off the wing and began to fall in a spin.
A pilot ejected from the cabin and Murphy took a bite. It tasted good.
Two more fighter planes appeared in sight. Murphy accelerated suddenly and caught one plane before it broke the sound barrier. He tore the glass of the cockpit and tore the pilot inside to pieces.
(Hahaha, die, human. Die, those who dare to challenge me.)
Another fighter jet fired a missile.
Boom! The huge explosion blasted Murphy to the ground.
He fell on the street, crushing a low building. He struggled to get up, but noticed a girl not far away. Murphy suddenly felt that she looked familiar. Wasn't that the girl selling buns?
He stretched out his hand to say hello, but found that his hand was not a hand, but a huge dragon claw. Murphy felt confused.
No! No!
Who am I? Who am I? Murphy? Murphys? I am the Black Dragon Lord, no, I am a human! I am the anchor Murphy!
His mind was in a mess and it took him a lot of effort to sort out his thoughts. Yes, I am Murphy, and I am a game anchor.
As he thought this, his body turned back into a human. However, at this moment, a tank appeared at the corner of the street, and the muzzle of the gun slowly pointed at his head.
Murphy was shocked. "Don't fire, I'm a human! I'm Murphy!" He wanted to shout, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.
boom!
Murphy suddenly woke up from his dream. He found himself lying on the sofa in the dormitory. It was pitch black around him. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh, it turned out to be just a nightmare."
A low roar came from outside the window, "Nightmare? Why do you call it a nightmare? Isn't that the power you are pursuing? It should be called a sweet dream."
Murphy looked out the window in shock. It was pitch black outside and he couldn't see anything. There was only a pair of huge red eyes staring at him intently with a teasing smile...
Dry!
Murphy woke up again, and this time he finally woke up. He was lying on the bed, and the midday sun shone through the gap in the curtains and fell on his arms, feeling hot.
