Global Games: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

"Very well, human, you are worth my serious attention."

As Mo Lan transformed into a blur and slashed at Fland Sith, the latter seized the opportunity during his retreat.

He slowly drew the silver longsword from his waist.

Crimson blood instantly covered the sword.

"In the name of the True Ancestor, the Holy Blood Script Sword."

He closed his eyes and, in an incredibly elegant tone, recited an ancient phrase that Mo Lan couldn't understand at all.

But in that brief moment, every cell in Mo Lan's body was screaming... Danger!

The next second, an incredibly powerful sword aura suddenly erupted from Flanders Sith's body and was added to his sword blade.

Click!

In the very instant of their exchange, Mo Lan's standard longsword was shattered by Flanders Sith's blade.

It was completely burned out.

A hint of helplessness flashed across Mo Lan's eyes.

This is the disadvantage of solo players; their equipment or skills often can't keep up with the difficulty of the dungeon.

This results in each lone wolf having their own setbacks, and each one is often different.

Pfft!

Without any suspense, Sith's blade slashed open a bloody gash in Mo Lan's chest, from his collarbone to his ribcage, where the white bone was clearly visible.

Blood rained down on Flanders Sith, filling him with immense excitement.

Mo Lan, on the other hand, managed to stay alive during the attack, avoiding the fatal blow to her heart, and rolled to the side.

"This is really troublesome..."

He coughed up blood while using the broken knife in his hand to support his body, covering the wound on his chest and trying to regulate his breathing.

However, the massive blood loss meant that his breathing techniques could no longer suppress the injury, like a dam bursting.

Admittedly, one's cheat ability might be quite powerful later on, but the current problem is...

Will I be able to survive long enough to snowball my advantage?

He now truly understood the malice of the game of fate.

If I can't kill you once, I'll kill you twice, three times!

You can win countless times, but if you make just one mistake, it's all over.

Frand Sith raised his hand and gently licked the blood off the blade.

"Hmm..."

He turned his head to look at Mo Lan, who had fallen to the ground, and gave her a satisfied smile.

"It tastes really good, I've changed my mind."

"Come and become a descendant of the bloodline."

He extended his hand to Mo Lan:

"If you become a bloodline, I won't eat you anymore. After all, once we become bloodlines, we'll be companions, and companions are supposed to help each other..."

His smile was incredibly kind, his tone incredibly gentle, and he patiently guided Mo Lan, even making promises:

"With the breathing technique you possess, it's not impossible for you to become an Count of the Empire, or even a True Ancestor."

Come on, join us.

Mo Lan, panting, lowered her head and remained silent.

Damn it, don't rush me, let me catch my breath before I chop you up.

His silence was interpreted by Flanders Sith as him being attracted to someone.

In fact, Mo Lan was indeed tempted for a moment, because the power of the bloodline could indeed solve his current problem.

But if it were him, the bloodline power he wanted to obtain would have to be the kind that is not controlled by others.

Otherwise, even if she became a bloodline, she would probably be no different from the maids around Flanders Sith.

...That sounds a bit strange, doesn't it?

Damn it! If I were to be one, I'd be a vampire emperor!

Meanwhile, on the other side, upon seeing Mo Lan injured, Sariel was filled with a surge of anger.

Her pupils were like lakes, tinged with a golden hue.

thumping!

The terrifying power that suddenly erupted from the scythe instantly blasted the vampire maid back, causing a hint of surprise to appear in her eyes.

The danger level of this human is actually increasing?

2.6, 2.7, 2.8!

In an instant, it improved to 2.8!

"Um?"

Even Flanders Sith was shocked by Sally's sudden surge in power, and when he turned to look at her,

A flash of blades was already upon him.

"Wow~" he couldn't help but exclaim.

interesting....

Ding!

Frand Sith raised his sword to parry, feeling the terrifying strength in his hand, and couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth.

"I understand. This human is very important to you, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't be in such a hurry."

His bright red eyes flickered slightly.

That's why I want to convert Mo Lan into a bloodline even more. It would be so interesting to watch the person I love fall into depravity in his hands.

"Fuck your mother!"

Sally suddenly cursed in a language that Flanders Sith couldn't understand at all, and then, as if alive, the scythe in her hand instantly extended by one section.

Fland Sith dodged the giant scythe's thrust with a swift movement.

His defensive stance had just been shattered by Mo Lan's attack, and it would take at least ten minutes to rebuild it.

Sally then went to Mo Lan's side and took out a "self-regulating hemostasis device" from her space and handed it to Mo Lan.

Then she stood in front of Mo Lan:

"You stabilize your injuries first! I'll hold them off."

Mo Lan took the device and, without any instruction, started it up.

The device exploded, resembling several long, winding snakes that wrapped around his wound like bandages.

Next, the bandage tightened slightly, automatically suturing and connecting the wound.

At the same time, the dressing on the bandage also had a strong analgesic and stimulating effect similar to adrenaline.

This allows the injured to maintain their fighting ability for a very short period of time.

"Cough...cough...thank you."

Mo Lan coughed up some bloody bits of flesh, finally catching her breath, and began to use the Ripple Breathing Technique again.

Fortunately, Sith's stab didn't damage his lungs or heart, otherwise this self-healing device would have been useless.

He gripped the broken knife in his hand and slowly stood up.

"That's interesting... I'll play with you a little longer then," Fland Sith said with a smile.

The blade in his hand once again exuded an extremely dangerous aura.

"Be careful of that move, it's very dangerous." Mo Lan was still shaken by it.

Just then, a dagger came from nowhere, causing Sith to instinctively raise his sword to block, making a "clang" sound.

Are there more experts?

Mo Lan, Sally, and the students who were being held firmly in place by the Bloodline's oppressive aura suddenly became excited.

"Um?"

Even Flanders Sith was surprised, because he did not detect the other party within his perception range.

Right where everyone's eyes were focused, at the back door of the classroom.

A trembling figure was startled and withdrew his hand. Then, as if remembering something, he walked out with extreme reluctance.

She was a girl who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a dark suit from the Special Affairs Bureau, and her movements were awkward and hesitant.

Like a student caught by the teacher, they reluctantly walked into the classroom.

She had delicate features and wore a simple ponytail with a red four-leaf clover hair clip.

This person is none other than Aki, an executive officer of the 7th Mobile Squad of the Special Affairs Bureau.

A-Qiu's hands were trembling with nervousness; he rubbed them together in front of his chest, his eyes darting around the floor as he spoke:

"Um... well, I... would you believe me if I said I didn't lose it on purpose...?"

Upon hearing this, Sith remained silent for a moment, then let out a sneer.

I was so angry I laughed.

He had just thought there was a human expert hiding in the crowd, but...

Sith tilted his head, his scarlet pupils filled with murderous intent: "What do you think?"

"Haha, it seems you don't believe me, which is... normal..." A-Qiu laughed awkwardly, scratching his head, unsure how to continue the conversation.

"How embarrassing! How embarrassing! How embarrassing! I tried to ambush them, but I messed it up again! What was I even saying?!"

Her consciousness was crawling all over the classroom floor. Already socially anxious, she now wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into and stay there forever!

Not a buddy...

Mo Lan, Sally Yeh, and the group of students and teachers were filled with utter speechlessness.

Are you kidding me?

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency! I'll take care of her right away..."

The bloodline maid's face turned extremely ugly.

She had just said that the outer perimeter had been cleaned up, but now the Earl has been ambushed. If anything, it's entirely her fault for not handling things properly.

With so many eyes on him, A Qiu felt immense pressure, and his heart pounded wildly.

But the bloodline maid didn't care about any of that. She raised her spear and thrust it at her.

Who would have thought that the girl, who had just been bowing her head in embarrassment, would...

Squat down on the spot!

He narrowly avoided the spear's thrust.

"Huh? Um... wait a minute..."

A Qiu covered his head, trembling with fear, which only further enraged the bloodline maid.

Are you looking down on me? You mere human!

Upon seeing this, the bloodline maid roared, and countless thorns sprouted from the spear in her hand, piercing into her hand and drawing blood.

Her speed increased instantly, determined to tear this reckless human to pieces.

Her spear flashed continuously, striking, parrying, stabbing, and slashing!

"Whoa!!"

A-Qiu was so frightened that he ran around in all directions.

As a result, none of the maid's attacks managed to hurt her at all.

Ah Qiu scrambled and stumbled as he ran down the corridor, and the maid immediately gave chase.

Throughout the ordeal, one could hear her roars, Ah Qiu's cries, and the sounds of walls and floors cracking.

"Useless piece of trash!! Don't try to run away!!"

"Waaaaah!! I was wrong! I shouldn't have attacked your master! Please apologize! Please don't chase me anymore!"

All they heard was A Qiu shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Stand right there, you bastard!"

"Whoa! Captain—help me!!"

She fled, she chased, but she couldn't escape.

Seeing this, Mo Lan, holding the broken sword, looked somewhat bewildered.

Is this person genuinely bad at the game, or are they faking it?

Meanwhile, in a temporary tent outside the university, Li Xuanye, who was monitoring the fluctuations in the dungeon level, frowned slightly and looked into the thick fog.

"Ah Qiu...? I wonder how she is."

Beside him, Dawn's helmet gleamed with a faint purple arc as he spoke calmly, "Trust the child. Trust doesn't need a reason. Although she's timid, she's surprisingly reliable in crucial moments. She'll definitely be alright."