Beside him, Triss was petrified with fear and instinctively grabbed Murphy's hand, while the Werewolf Players were equally flustered.
But Murphy, as expected of a mainline NPC, had quite the presence of a leader.
He blinked, pushed aside the Werewolf Players, searching around, and said:
"It's okay, this must be an issue with the portal, sending us to a timeline where another world is about to be destroyed. No worries, in such situations, you just need to find a time machine in nearby trash bins or drawers to perfectly resolve this..."
"Ah, Sir Murphy is here! We are saved."
Just as Murphy was staging an act of "deceiving oneself, hiding one's ears while stealing a bell," a scream from Little Wei Ming in the front made Murphy realize this was neither a dream nor some damned illusion.
This is real!
Damn!
Why is there so much trouble when I have been away for just a few days, giving me such a big surprise!
