Global Games: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

"Sariel, you're actually a player in the game of fate?"

"That's amazing!"

In the corridor.

The girls excitedly surrounded Sally. Although they had all heard about the player before, this was the first time they had actually seen one in person.

Just then, Mo Lan and a few other boys who were walking ahead suddenly stopped.

Sally also keenly sensed the smell of blood in the air, so she quickened her pace and came to Moran's side.

Thus, everyone witnessed a scene that could only be described as hell on earth.

In Class 7, glass was shattered all over the floor.

Those classmates who didn't go to the toilet with them were all lying in pools of blood.

None survived.

Among the dead students was a vampire with long silver hair and pale skin.

It was slowly and methodically burying its head in a girl's neck, swallowing her blood.

Hearing the noise, the vampire slowly released his mouth, his fingertips gracefully wiping the corner of his lips.

He gently put down the corpse in his hands, stood up, turned to look at them, and gave them a smile.

"Um...."

"I knew it, there are so few people in this class."

"Never mind, you've come back just in time."

He was handsome and dressed in an exquisite and gorgeous military uniform, just like a nobleman from the old European royal family.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Count Fland Sith, and I am also the Chief of Staff of the True Ancestor Army under the Empire."

He raised one hand and bowed slightly to the crowd, performing standard aristocratic etiquette.

"Give him a shot."

Just as the vampire count was engrossed in his self-introduction, Mo Lan had already spoken softly to Sally.

Upon hearing this, Sally did not hesitate to raise her silver smoothbore musket, aim it at Flanders Sith, and pull the trigger.

boom!

"Tsk."

To everyone's astonishment, Frank Sith didn't even raise his head, letting the bullet strike his head.

But... the bullet was stopped.

Endure the attack without taking damage?

Upon seeing this, Sally frowned slightly. The smoothbore musket in her hand was a top-grade D-rank weapon.

The fact that he could withstand that bullet without taking damage indicates that Flanders Sith's danger level is at least level 3 or higher.

Thinking of this, Sally shouted at Old Man Meng, "Take your classmates and run! Run as far away as you can!"

Once the danger level exceeds level 3, its destructive power in combat becomes beyond her control. If she doesn't run far away, it will result in the deaths of many.

"It seems you don't know much about etiquette."

At this moment, Flanders Sith slowly raised his head, and the murderous intent in his eyes was no longer concealed.

"I hate people who interrupt me."

Having said that, he flashed and instantly attacked Sariel.

"what!"

Sally's classmates were so frightened that they wet themselves and collapsed to the ground, even forgetting to run away.

It's not their fault, when a high-ranking vampire like Flanders Sith actually stood before them.

That feeling of suffocation and fear is something that ordinary people cannot resist.

The danger level is called a danger level because for ordinary people, seeing them is like a calf seeing a lion in nature.

Every cell in my body was screaming, "Danger! Danger! Danger!"

Okay, to put it simply, high-level individuals have their own spiritual pressure, so they can't even run away if they want to.

"Mo Lan, you too..."

Sally originally wanted Moran to run away as well, but the latter was clearly not very obedient.

A flash of blue-green ripples appeared in Mo Lan's hand as she took out a long sword from her spatial storage and drew it to strike.

"Um?!"

Sith hadn't taken Moran seriously because of her danger level of only 1.5.

In his eyes, they were no different from ants.

But as Mo Lan drew his sword, a chill, an icy chill, instantly swept over Flanders Sith's entire body.

It was like a sharp sword about to sever his head.

To everyone's astonishment, Mo Lan forced Fland Sith back with a single strike.

It even reversed the progress bar at a faster speed than the attack itself.

"ripple?..."

After standing still, Frank Sith rested his chin on one hand, his eyes slightly lowered, revealing a mixture of surprise and contemplation.

He seemed to be confirming the power within Mo Lan.

He paced slowly, no longer rushing towards Mo Lan and the others, but instead spoke:

"Unbelievable. This power should have completely disappeared a thousand years ago. Hmm... But considering that I suddenly appeared here, everything makes sense."

From the few words Flanders Sith uttered, Mo Lan made a deduction.

The entire international high school was actually thrown into another world by the game of fate, in a state of quantum superposition.

Fland Sith is a native of this world who was pulled into this instance by the game of fate and became the boss.

"Mo Lan, you... you're a player too?"

Behind Mo Lan, her classmates looked on in shock.

The homeroom teacher, Old Man Meng, never expected that his small Class 7 would be so full of hidden talents.

"Mo Lan..."

Amidst the crowd, Lin Youyou clutched her sleeve, gazing at Mo Lan's retreating figure with a mixture of nervousness and worry.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Mo Lan slowly released a puff of light white mist.

His eyes were wary as he stared intently at Fland Sith.

Flanders Sith suddenly laughed.

Without any warning, he transformed into a blur and charged straight at Mo Lan, even abandoning his attack on Sally, who was of a higher danger level.

Upon seeing this, Mo Lan's hair crackled with blue lightning, maximizing his speed and instantly raising his danger level.

[Flash Energy: Possesses the general characteristics of lower-tier electric-type skills, and can temporarily gain boosts to various attributes by absorbing electricity.]

Since acquiring this skill, Mo Lan charges up while sleeping every night to ensure she has enough battery power for daily use.

thumping!!

While in mid-air, Flanders Sith suddenly changed his move in a bizarre manner.

Turning around, he delivered a powerful whip kick to Mo Lan.

Mo Lan instinctively raised her blade to block, but was instantly sent flying by the terrifying force.

boom!!!

The impact, almost comparable to that of a large truck, embedded him directly into the cracked wall.

"Cough cough..."

Mo Lan fell to the ground, coughing up a pool of blood, her head filled with an incredibly piercing buzzing sound.

Damn it, I underestimated the combat power of level 3. Let alone compared to level 1, even level 2 is worlds apart.

"How pitiful."

Through his blood-stained vision, Flanders Sith walked towards Mo Lan step by step with a flippant tone, as if a cat were playing with a mouse, unhurried and leisurely.

But in reality, the reason why Flanders Sith didn't finish him off immediately was because he was worried about Moran's counterattack before he died.

Just like when a human is dealing with a wild cat, they don't want to get scratched by its claws.

Although it's not a big deal, it's still very annoying.

Moreover, Flanders Sith is an anomaly among the bloodline, and he has his own unique definition of elegance.

Playing with his prey and watching them die was one of his greatest pleasures.

However, the more desperate the situation, the calmer Mo Lan remained.

He kept adjusting his breathing, using the characteristics of breathing techniques to temporarily suppress the injuries on his body.

At that moment, Sariel suddenly appeared from the side.

Her eyes were extremely cold. She had put away her smoothbore musket at some point and pulled out a giant scythe.

Faced with this sudden sneak attack, Flanders Sith remained calm and composed, only slightly turning his gaze towards her.

The giant scythe struck Sith precisely, but it was unable to break through the force field defenses surrounding him.

Sally's heart sank upon seeing this.

Click!

Suddenly, the classroom window shattered, and another white figure burst in.

She was a vampire dressed in a medieval maid's gown, beautiful in appearance but with a cold gaze.

"Your opponent is me."

She wielded a long spear covered in thorns and vines, and with a single, powerful strike, she sent Sariel flying.

"Another one? And judging by its appearance, its danger level is at least 2.5, the same as mine... I'm afraid I won't be able to deal with it quickly."

Sariel landed nimbly in mid-air.

She frowned, pondering how to break the deadlock. If all else failed, she would have to resort to her trump card.

But that could only ensure the safety of himself and Mo Lan; it wouldn't protect the others.

At this moment, the bloodline maid, holding a spear in one hand and lifting her skirt with the other, bowed slightly to Frand Sith in apology:

"I apologize, Your Excellency. It took some time to clear out the rats that had gotten in from the outside. Please leave this area to me."

"No, you can handle the woman, but I'll deal with the child myself."

Frand Sith chuckled softly.

He had to find out where Mo Lan's Ripple Breathing Technique came from; this was the empire's number one threat to eliminate.

But when he turned around to look at Mo Lan, he found that she had already disappeared.

"Um?"

Just as he was wondering, Mo Lan had already rushed into his side from his blind spot.

"Rainbow ripples as they rush forward!"

Mo Lan's blade shimmered with ripples; this was a move he had devised himself, incorporating the power of flash energy.

Its characteristics are powerful destructive force and extremely fast speed, just like lightning in nature.

Upon seeing this, Flander immediately raised his hand to block.

Pfft!

His defensive force field was instantly torn apart by Mo Lan's longsword, which was imbued with ripples of power.

The blade finally struck Flanders Sith's wrist, which he managed to block.

In that instant, Flanders Sith's pupils dilated slightly, filled with shock and disbelief.

He knew that breathing techniques were effective against vampires, but he didn't expect that Mo Lan could break through his defenses using breathing techniques.

You should know that there is almost a two-level difference between them.

As their eyes met, Mo Lan gritted her teeth, the icy killing intent in her eyes solidifying into a tangible form.

"This situation can't last, we have to finish this quickly..." he thought to himself, but in reality, he had no idea what to expect.

Fland Sith flashed back three steps, because he was unsure whether Moran, the Ripple Warrior, had any other powerful moves.

Mo Lan transformed into a bluish-green afterimage and chased after the other party.

"This human... his danger level has increased to at least 2.0?!" Fland thought in surprise.

The cold, sharp blade flashing behind Mo Lan made him take things a little more seriously.

Although he wasn't actually hurt, the opponent crossed two major levels and completely ignored his field defense. Is this the legendary Ripple power?

If they, the vampires, could control this power...