My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2717 - 906: It’s Extremely Dangerous to Touch Anything with Your Hand First

"Ow, I’ll send you the coordinates of that thing right away... wait, you don’t understand such hyper-dimensional formulas. I’ll just say it directly, keep your hand at the current dimensional level and then move left steadily...

No problem, keep moving, I’m watching the coordinates change."

Despised by Monica for his knowledge, Murphy moved his left hand expressionlessly, like a farmer feeling for mudfish in a rice field, inwardly resolving that once he took over the Sentinel Corps, he’d modify the logic circuits of these blunt-talking sentinels into fools or mutes.

"Stop! That’s the coordinate point, now move vertically upward..."

Monica hadn’t noticed Murphy’s intense mental complaints; she was holding a device capable of calculating subspace coordinates while directing Murphy’s actions. Because of the peculiar spatial characteristics of this ghostly place, the only way to find the "locator" Monica had tossed into the subspace back then was through this seemingly mystical method.

"Stop! Keep your position to the left, then extend your arm forward... stop! At this position, try moving your fingers to see if you can touch that thing?"

Monica, like a crane operator, explained to Murphy, who was now acting like a construction worker. His vampire mind continued grumbling as he spread his fingers around, akin to trying to grasp a fish in viscous water.

A few seconds later, Murphy’s fingers touched something solid, the peculiar sensation causing him to frown immediately and ask:

"What exactly did you throw across the rift back then? Why does this thing feel... wait! Let me feel it again..."

His fingers carefully maintained small upward movements, feeling along the cold surface to a bending area, then pinched his fingers to sense the texture — soft yet firm.

Murphy’s expression changed instantly.

Could it be... a human over there?

Wow!

A thousand years ago, was this amnesiac sentinel really so outrageous as to throw someone into subspace as a locator? Isn’t this downright a fantasy adventure?

Wait!

If back then Monica in an emergency could only find something nearby to serve as a locator for the Beta program without being polluted by subspace, considering the situation in the Eden District a millennium ago combined with the special tactile sensation Murphy was experiencing, the entity on the other side was either a bionic soldier from the Eden District or...

Another sentinel!

"I might want to go over and take a look."

Murphy whispered, and Monica shrieked in the next moment:

"No! Decision vetoed! Lord Administrator is crucial to the current continental situation, cannot engage in such high-risk action! Please terminate this contact immediately! Your current strength is insufficient to face the threats in deep subspace.

No matter what’s over there, it’s not worth you risking like this!"

"Hmm, makes sense, personal safety is indeed crucial."

Murphy thought it over and agreed, if he were as powerful as Lord Paryen, he might still venture over, but given his current situation, he definitely couldn’t abandon everything in the material world and play carefree in this chaos core region of subspace.

Yet, just as Murphy’s fingers were about to withdraw, that motionless humanoid suddenly trembled, and Murphy felt his wrist being grabbed in reverse, with irresistible force pulling him into the subspace rift.

It was like a pebble thrown into a pond, ripples spread in the mirror-like energy of the subspace rift.

The situation unfolded too quickly, the few beside him screamed after a moment of bewilderment, Monica shouted hoarsely, "Protocol Three! Protect creator embodiment!" before activating her body’s rocket thrusters aiming for the rift, only to be held back by Old Flywheel and Ellen.

Thankfully, this was a repair model Sentinel, otherwise, mere instinctual counterattack would have been enough to kill Old Flywheel and Ellen on the spot.

However, someone reacted faster than Monica; Adel, who had been quietly recording her master’s heroic rescue behavior from the side, dashed forward the moment Murphy was pulled into subspace, facing the chaotic land capable of corrupting divine spirits instantly, E Sister plunged right in without a second thought.

Upon jumping in, she felt as if drowning, unable to breathe, like a fish from water jumping into the sky, as her physiological system was not evolved for life in subspace. Surrounding Adel were scarlet and purplish-black glows flickering; everything here was beyond human comprehension. Just as most flesh would go mad at a glance into subspace.

This seemed like Adel’s tragic fate, but at the moment she entered subspace, a beam of white light presciently encircled her, pulling her into a warm embrace.

"It’s alright now, open your eyes."

Murphy’s voice sounded beside Adel, prompting E Sister to cautiously open her eyes a crack.

Thankfully, it wasn’t Murphy, now covered in tentacles, nor was it the subspace demons that had come specifically to capture her.

Murphy was still Handsome Murphy, just weariness lingered between his brows, and beside him, another figure held his hand.

It was a silver-white robot.

Tall like Monica, figure resembling a lady, its outer bionic skin tattered almost like a broken shell with a hint of horror; the never-rusting Sentinel’s body now corroded black, with its gemstone-like eyes flickering with a weak glow, seemingly about to extinguish.

"Let me introduce to you."

Murphy said to Adel:

"This is... Sentinel Corps Advance Commander Monica."

"Hmm?"

Adel frowned immediately, she asked:

"If she’s Monica, who is the one over there..."

"That’s Mosna, in other words, the ’sister’ of this real Monica."

Murphy looked at the once elite Sentinel Commander by his side now eroded in subspace with a complex gaze, he said:

"Their story is quite complicated, it took me a long time to figure it all out."

"? But you haven’t been here for five seconds."

"Actually, I’ve been here for nineteen minutes. Do you recall Cement’s statement? The time in this ghostly place is erratic and discontinuous, sometimes accelerating, sometimes decelerating, mostly jumping abruptly, devoid of any pattern.

For Commander Monica, she voluntarily jumped here to suppress the Beta program only twelve hours ago, but this does not prevent her sister from having slept for a thousand years on the other side.

Time, is indeed a miraculous thing, right?"