Global Games: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

"Squeak—squeak—!"

In the sweltering heat of midsummer, the cicadas' chirping never ceased.

"Ring ring ring!"

"Stand up!" someone shouted.

Mo Lan propped himself up on the table and lifted his head, only to feel a sharp pain in his head, as if someone was constantly hammering his skull.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

He shook his head, and countless memories surged forth like a tide, intertwining and overlapping.

School? What school?

Wasn't I on my graduation trip after university, sitting on a train bound for Fengtian?

I subconsciously stood up, bowed, and then sat down again.

Then, he spent the entire afternoon seemingly lost in thought, but actually sorting out the chaotic memories in his mind.

I finally managed to sort it out, albeit with some difficulty.

To sum it up, I was reborn, but the world I was reborn into seems a little strange.

Mo Lan still remembered his last moments. He was on a train, and he saw the earth collapse, the sky fall, and chanting hymns echoed from above—it was all like the end of the world…

Immediately afterwards, everything went black, and he was reborn back to his senior year of high school.

Mo Lan couldn't help but flip up her wristwatch and glance at the time.

I felt like I was back in time to the month before the college entrance exam.

"No, something doesn't seem to match up in my memory..."

Mo Lan frowned slightly, staring blankly at the shadows of the trees outside the window.

After being reborn, the history of the world in my memory seems to be different from before, but it is very blurry and I can't recall it.

"Hey, Mo Lan? Are you alright? I've noticed you've been spacing out in class."

Suddenly someone came to his seat, put their hands on the table, and leaned half their body over.

Mo Lan's consciousness returned, and she turned to look at the other person.

The girl was wearing a blue and white collared sailor uniform with a black pleated skirt, a characteristic of their international high school.

Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her clear, watery eyes stared at her with worry.

Lin Youyou is Mo Lan's childhood sweetheart, whom she has known since kindergarten.

Because of her congenital heart disease and her family's unfortunate circumstances—her parents disappearing when she was seven—Lin Youyou pays special attention to Mo Lan.

I noticed his unusual behavior even during the break between classes.

Mo Lan snapped out of her reverie, shook her head, and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm just a little sleepy."

"Then I'll go to the school gate to queue up and buy some drinks. You go ahead and get ready, hurry up!"

Lin Youyou was finally relieved.

With her pocket money tucked into her skirt pocket, she went to the milk tea shop near the school gate, queued up, and bought two iced pearl milk teas.

As soon as Mo Lan walked out of the school gate, he handed her a cup: "Here."

"Thank you." Mo Lan took the milk tea, poked it open, and took a sip. Only then did she realize that she was gradually adapting to this new world after her rebirth.

The two walked to the crossroads and said goodbye.

"I'll treat you next time."

"Really? Then I'll really drink you out of house and home next time!"

"Authenticity guaranteed".

After saying goodbye and returning home, Mo Lan immediately turned on her computer and began researching the different places in the world after her rebirth.

He glanced at it.

First, there are regional differences.

"Wait, where am I in Australia?"

Mo Lan was certain that she hadn't misread it, because the place that should have been Australia was simply blacked out on the world map.

"Is this still Earth? Has the universe been rebooted? Or have I actually traveled through time?"

Almost all the continents and oceans were dismantled and reassembled, constantly reminding Mo Lan that this was a strange new world.

Overall, this new world is currently divided into three major powers.

The Eastern Continental Alliance, the New European Continental Alliance, and the Pan-American Federation, along with the United Nations of Humanity jointly established by these three giants.

Mo Lan then began to look through history, and that's how she found the source of all the dramatic changes.

According to the earliest historical records of this new world, it began around the time of tribal wars among humans.

Every other epoch brings a series of unusual events to Earth.

Since then, history has become completely unrecognizable to Mo Lan.

God, demons, evil gods, false humans, beast tides, witches, insect plagues, monsters, cursed spirits... a series of terrifying events have kept humanity on the brink of survival at all times.

Therefore, they referred to abnormal beings other than humans as alien civilizations.

The area where Australia was originally located became a forbidden zone in the world after two wars of unbridled civilization.

Later, with the establishment of the United Nations and the development of the Internet, some information and data became fully public.

Only then did the general public realize that, in addition to various unusual creatures, there exists a higher dimension in this world.

He calls himself the "Game of Fate," and since the dawn of humanity, He has been constantly summoning people to participate in various games and events.

Because of differences in the level of historical and civilizational development, dungeons and games will also be different.

If you successfully solve the problem, you will receive a reward.

From the origin of fire, the wars between Homo sapiens, to religious wars, the collapse of dynasties, and the explosion of technology...

The end of each great cycle brings humanity into a new era, a new age.

Rest and recuperate, thrive, and then face the next war.

Fighting, endless fighting...

If the attempt fails, an anomaly will occur directly in reality, causing enormous destruction and casualties, or even the extinction of a civilization.

"Wait a minute, if that's the case, then hasn't humanity been winning all along?"

Mo Lan pondered to herself.

After all, considering humanity's current position on Earth.

God, demon, evil god, cursed spirit, alien—these are all dungeons that their ancestors have already cleared.

Otherwise, how could these modern-day idiots possibly have a stable life?

That's like Qin Shi Huang eating Sichuan peppercorns—he's completely exhausted from winning.

Wow, that's awesome!

Mo Lan couldn't help but hum inwardly when she thought of this, and then continued reading.

Throughout history, those chosen by the game of fate have a mark randomly generated on a certain part of their body.

Each edition of the game bears its own unique mark, and this year...

It looks a bit like the mark from Berserk in my past life...

Mo Lan suddenly frowned, sensing something was wrong:

"The shape of this mark... Oh no, could it be that this year's Game of Fate also includes the Overlord's Egg and the Hand of God?"

Quack, I don't want to see this stuff!

He sat in his chair, rubbing his forehead in frustration. Although everyone has some fantasies, most people just talk nonsense.

I've really thrown myself into this bizarre and supernatural world...

After the distress comes relief.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

There are no evening self-study sessions on Fridays at international high schools.

Mo Lan cooked plain noodles and fried an egg by herself, quickly filled her stomach, and then took a shower.

But just as he finished drying his hair and was about to go back inside, he suddenly heard a rapid knocking at the door:

"Hello, deliveryman!"

Mo Lan was stunned. Standing at the door, the 108 ways to die from horror novels flashed through her mind in an instant.

Who's the kind person who delivers packages in the middle of the night?

Something happened...

He turned to look at the entrance.

Under the dim light, a sign for a locksmith was stuck to the keyhole of the green security door.

Inside the door, a delivery box had been placed there at some point.

"Oh...."

Mo Lan suddenly smiled with relief, like Cao Cao in the Huarong Road.

"Damn it, all that yelling was pointless..."

He realized that he had been targeted by some strange force.

Even if they don't open the door, they most likely won't let you off the hook.

As the master Chekhov said, when a gun appears in the first act of a story, it means that someone will definitely pull the trigger, no matter who that person is.

The same goes for this strange delivery box.

Instead of living in fear, it's better to face your fears directly.

With a "what's the worst that can happen?" mentality, Mo Lan picked up a utility knife and tore open the package without hesitation.

Inside was a deep red, oval-shaped object with a crack on it, resembling... a closed eye?

Damn it, the King's Egg!

Suddenly, lines of black characters appeared before Mo Lan's eyes without warning, striking his retina.

"Compiling shaders..."

"You are looking directly at the egg of destiny."

"You are being chosen by the game of fate."

A sharp pain suddenly shot through my heart.

"Damn, that's such a sneaky move...!"

Mo Lan clutched her chest, staggered to her feet, and went to find some nitroglycerin pills. She hurriedly took two, but her symptoms did not improve at all.

Buzzing—!

"Cough cough cough..."

Mo Lan's lungs contracted painfully; he coughed as he leaned against the wall and collapsed to the ground.

A sharp pain shot through his heart, and a piercing buzzing sound filled his ears, giving him a splitting headache.

Is this a ritual or an attack...?

Click—!

Just then, the deep red egg flew out of the box and slowly cracked open in mid-air.

The eyes of the egg of destiny have thus been opened.

It was an incredibly eerie eye, seemingly from hell, layer upon layer, utterly astonishing.

It watched Mo Lan quietly, watching the human in front of it fall down in pain, curled up on the floor, too weak even to groan.

whee....

The eyes of the Egg of Destiny, therefore, enlarged in excitement and trembled, then burst into flames and slowly turned to dust.

Sizzle....

A deep red brand simultaneously appeared on the back of Mo Lan's neck.

Welcome to the Game of Fate.

"Compilation complete, dimensional offsetting in progress."

Pfft!

Suddenly, a bloody scratch appeared on the newly formed mark of destiny on the back of Mo Lan's neck, ruining the symmetrical beauty of the mark.

When the pain, which seemed to originate from the soul, gradually subsided, Mo Lan collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"...This is really unlucky..."

He rested his hand on his forehead, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if his brain was about to break down.

After a long while, he slowly got up, went to the bathroom, took off his clothes, and looked at the brand on the back of his neck.

It's exactly the same as the picture on the UN's official website.

The only difference is that his mark has an extra scratch, which is very domineering, like some kind of veto power.

Mo Lan couldn't help but sigh, shook out her clothes, and put them on casually.

Just when he thought he could escape this bizarre world, the world slapped the egg of fate in his face.

Immediately afterwards, something inexplicably popped out of his body, roared, and pounced on the Egg of Destiny.

"But currently, the latter seems to be in our favor?"

He wondered to himself.

The first round of the game of fate is about to begin. Please prepare yourself.

[Publicly available information: This game is a cooperative game.]

At this moment, the game of fate appeared first, seemingly unaware that the imprint it had placed on the player had been destroyed by the invisible force within Mo Lan's body.

Sure enough, the next second, the invisible hand began to exert its force.

"You have been adapted to the rules of this world, allowing you to showcase your talents and abilities in the most easily understandable way."

"Talent: Origin - Evolution"

"Introduction: By accumulating the power of origin, you can fill your soul. When the power of origin reaches 100%, it can evolve one of your skills or bloodlines in the direction you desire and that best suits you."

"Evolution? Evolution?" Mo Lan fiddled with the buttons on his white shirt, trying to process this bizarre amount of information.

Then another prompt appeared in front of him, but with a different border.

[Game of Fate: You have received a new player gift pack. Please check your account.]

[New Player Gift Pack: F-Rank Skill Awakening Card x1, Best Sword in the Village x1, New Player Handbook x1.]

Following the logic of playing a game, Mo Lan opened her inventory, took out the beginner's manual, sat on the toilet seat, and began to read it in a thoughtful manner.

In the game of destiny, each recruited player receives a data panel.

This does not mean that their bodies will be quantified; it only provides a general reference.

In the game of destiny, a player's combat power is generally composed of four aspects: level, skills, bloodline, and equipment.

Among these, rank is the core of all combat power, and it is above all else.

Most importantly, the skills and bloodlines that players acquire in the game cannot be upgraded.

An F-rank skill is an F-rank skill, and an A-rank skill is an A-rank skill. The skill's maximum potential is locked the moment it is acquired.

"Then wouldn't my talent be able to directly upgrade the skills I gained in the Game of Destiny?"

Mo Lan was also a game enthusiast with a wide range of interests, and her mind was filled with many thoughts.

He took out a question mark card and held it between his fingers.

The back of the card has an F, which represents an F-rank random awakening skill.

He silently chanted "use," and the card instantly shattered into fragments, rushing into his body.

[You have acquired an F-rank skill: Discharge.]

[Discharge: Releases an electric current from any location on the body surface; the actual power is capped by level and mental strength.]

[Rank: F.]

Skills in the game of destiny cannot be upgraded, nor can they be transferred, sold, or plundered in any form.

It can only be obtained through the system.

The inability to trade also means that the team's advantage will be greatly weakened in the game of fate, which is very beneficial to lone wolf players.

Mo Lan looked at her panel.

[Real Name: Mo Lan]

Danger Level: Lv1 (Mortal)

[Strength: C-rank (one on the roadside)]

Speed: C-level

[Physical Condition: Grade C]

[Spirit: Grade B (Little Genius)]

[Charm: A-level (Non-human?)]

[Note 1: Your strength, speed, spirit, and other stats are calculated based on a combination of factors (excluding equipment), with a maximum grade of A and a minimum of E. These stats cannot be manually upgraded.]

[Note 2: The data for each level is calculated independently. For example, a Strength and Speed ​​A stat at level 1 may drop to Strength and Speed ​​B after upgrading to level 2 due to the increased upper limit.]

[Note 3: Due to various factors, even among A-rank speed and power units of the same level, there can be differences in actual combat performance.]

[Note 4: Panel data is for player reference, analysis, and debate only. Players should not use it to inflate their own egos or apply it to actual gameplay; the game assumes no responsibility for this.]

[Skill: Discharge - Rank F.]

Bloodline: None.

[Equipment: The best knife in the village x1, F-grade cell serum x1.]

"F-level root cause progress: 0%"

"Discharge... I'll give it a try."

Mo Lan raised his fingertips, and with a thought, streaks of pale blue electricity exploded in his hand, crackling and popping.

During the use of the skill, it will continuously consume Mo Lan's mental energy. He roughly estimates that it can last for about ten seconds now.

The range of a bare-handed attack cannot exceed the limits of his limbs, otherwise the lethality will drop instantly, almost to nothing.

Mo Lan extinguished the electric arc with one hand.

So the next question is, how do I obtain the power of the source?

A panel completely different from the one in the game of fate then appeared.

"Whenever you complete a dungeon or game of the game of fate, you can absorb the corresponding source power based on your influence within it."

"When you completely destroy or alter a dungeon world, your personal influence reaches 100%, and you can directly devour the entire dungeon and obtain all the power of the source."

"Therefore, you will be a true world destroyer."

"Destroyer of the world? That doesn't sound like a good title."

Upon hearing this, Mo Lan felt a mixture of joy and worry.

While having a cheat code is helpful, isn't there a risk of being discovered by the game of fate if you're a thief?

Will we be hunted down as if it were a virus?

"Forget it, thinking about it so much is useless..."

[Game of Fate: Your first game as a newcomer is about to begin. One minute countdown, get ready.]

Never mind, let's get through the first one first.

Mo Lan quickly returned to her room, changed into a full set of windproof and warm waterproof clothing, and put on a motorcycle helmet.

He hurriedly grabbed a handful of chocolate bars and stuffed them into his pocket.

Men's pockets can be so amazing that you can even find dried tissues from the last century inside.

Some people find it ugly, but it can be a lifesaver in critical moments; anyone who uses it knows how useful it is.

When the time was up, Mo Lan disappeared from the spot.