He could feel his players disappearing one by one in the outside world.
Despite being at such a disadvantage, they still didn't cease their battle.
"I'm a really inadequate administrator. I failed in leading you to another victory, and, even worse, I couldn't provide you the true joy that this game should bring. The life in Another World shouldn't only be about endless wars and tasks...
No matter how real a game is, if it doesn't bring happiness, what's the point?"
Guilt filled Murphy's heart.
His players had already given their best; he couldn't demand more from them.
And the Desire Demon Sword that was pierced into his chest, like a greedy beast, was devouring Murphy's blood. He was too weak to pull it out, and could only grip the slick hilt that was wrapped in the tentacles of Subspace Spiritual Energy.
He intended to create a majestic portrayal of his death, as the final scene of his brief second chance at life.
