Global Games: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

The mornings in Rongdu City are always breezy.

Mo Lan bought a bag of breakfast, leisurely took a taxi to Sally's villa, and rang the doorbell.

After waiting a short while, the access control was remotely unlocked.

Mo Lan pushed open the iron gate and came to the front door.

After waiting a while, Sariel slowly opened the door, and at the same time, a voice filled with endless drowsiness came out:

"Ugh, are you trying to kill me...? Why are you here so early...? I haven't even gotten out of bed yet..."

Behind the door, a silver-haired girl wearing a white gauze nightgown stood, her eyes still heavy with sleep, her hair disheveled.

"The bra strap came off."

Mo Lan remained expressionless as she drank her Pleasant Goat soy milk.

"Ah?!" Sally was so startled that she was wide awake and quickly grabbed a coat from the hanger and put it on.

After she tidied her clothes again, Mo Lan began to marvel at her villa, looking at this and that.

"A villa in this area would cost at least a small fortune, right?"

Sally's face was still flushed. Upon hearing this, she forced herself to remain calm and coughed lightly twice: "Ahem, it's not that expensive."

Mo Lan handed over a paper bag of hot buns: "Want one?"

Sally didn't stand on ceremony, took the food, and took a big bite, mumbling, "Come with me to the basement."

Mo Lan exclaimed, "Wow! There's a basement? The kind that no detector can find?"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!"

Sally arrived at the hidden door of the study. After passing through iris recognition, an underground passage came into Mo Lan's view.

The two walked down the stairs, then pushed open a heavy steel door. The lights automatically turned on, and a well-equipped training room appeared before Mo Lan.

"There's even a shooting range."

"Can I try?"

"random."

Sariel ran to the armory in the corner and started rummaging through things.

Mo Lan casually picked up a Beifeng brand semi-automatic standard pistol.

He released the safety, reloaded the magazine, and chambered the round—a series of actions performed flawlessly.

Generally speaking, using a real gun is actually much simpler than using one in a game. The recoil that makes you float into the air in PUBG is just a deliberate design for game balance.

After all, they've spent their whole lives researching ergonomics.

Bang bang bang!

Mo Lan fired three shots in a row, all hitting the bullseye perfectly.

For him, who now possesses the physical limits of human potential, the difficulty of using firearms is practically zero.

He's absolutely shrewd; he's not kidding when he says "point and shoot."

Unfortunately, this is just an ordinary weapon and cannot be brought into the game.

"Player weapons" in the category of technological firearms are generally the rarest and most expensive of all weapons.

Because its numerical strength and wheelchair-like features are unmatched by other weapons, it's truly unaffordable for the average person.

At that moment, Sariel walked over with a long sword in a black scabbard.

"Try this."

"Um?"

Mo Lan reached out and took the long sword.

His thumb pushed the guard, propelling the blade forward, and a dazzling moonlight flashed across the blade's surface.

[Weapon: Moonshadow.]

[Rank: D (Retrieved from a level 3 dungeon)]

[Description: It is said that this is a training sword once used by the supreme being of the universe, "Nightmare Moon," which was later melted down and reforged by an unnamed blacksmith and named Moonshadow.]

"A fine knife."

The Moon Shadow sword looks long and slender, but it is much heavier than an ordinary longsword. It feels cold and heavy in the hand, far superior to ordinary longswords.

This is clearly not a regular D-grade weapon, but rather a top-tier D-grade weapon.

"Thank you, I really like this knife."

Mo Lan didn't even need to test the knife; he could simply channel his power into the blade and judge by the electromagnetic backflow efficiency that the knife was very suitable for him.

"If you like it, that's good."

Sally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Mo Lan didn't mind the gift she gave her.

I don't have many resources for the game of fate right now; I'm really strapped for cash.

After all, her father had already lost power in New Europe before she became a player, so it was already quite an achievement that she was able to come to Tianhe alive.

After arriving here, she naturally could no longer use her special assets and relationships in New Europe, so she had to rely on herself.

When she first entered the game of fate, she almost went black and hovered on the edge of life and death several times.

It was only after joining "Alchemy Star" that, with the sponsorship of other members, he was able to put together a set of equipment suitable for his own system.

The game of fate is extremely cruel to lone wolves. In the early stages, you're exploring alone, with no equipment and no intelligence.

The vast majority of lone wolves die mysteriously, and no one even remembers their names.

Having experienced the tension of facing death at any moment, Sally wanted to offer Moran some help within her power.

After leaving Sariyena, Moran sat alone in a taxi on his way back.

A light rain began to fall from the sky.

The elevated highway on the Second Ring Road was completely jammed.

The driver, growing impatient, took out a pack of cigarettes, patted it in his palm, and then offered one to Mo Lan. "Want a smoke, handsome?"

In their line of work, if someone really can't resist the urge to smoke, they'll offer a cigarette to the customer as a basic courtesy and a gesture of inquiry.

If the guest accepts, then we'll all smoke together.

If the guests are unhappy, then they should just bear with it.

Mo Lan took the cigarette, and the two lit them one after the other.

The driver opened the window a third of the way, and hearing the horn beeping incessantly, he couldn't help but complain:

"How strange, why is the traffic so bad today? And it's not even rush hour yet."

At that moment, the car radio started playing a tuning tone, followed by the announcer's voice:

"Rongdu Radio reports: A sudden attack occurred on the North Second Ring Road elevated highway, suspected to be the work of a high-risk cursed spirit. The Special Affairs Bureau's mobile enforcement team is on its way to the scene. Residents in the vicinity are advised to lock their doors and windows and not go out unless necessary."

Upon hearing this, the driver began to grumble and complain:

"Is this any way to live? It's either cursed spirits appearing or monsters eating people every day. Ugh..."

Mo Lan didn't speak, but simply opened her phone and began browsing the official emergency news.

Cursed spirits are anomalous creatures that frequently appear in the Eastern Continent. Their danger level is the same as that of players, and is also divided into levels.

The cursed spirit that appeared on the North Second Ring Road is estimated to be level 2 to 3, which is extremely dangerous for ordinary people.

Therefore, the traffic police urgently closed the North Second Ring Road overpass and sought support from players in the Special Affairs Bureau.

"BOOM!!"

In the rain, a loud bang suddenly came from the long line of cars ahead, followed by a series of ear-piercing horns.

"Beep beep beep—!"

"What's going on up ahead!" The driver was so startled that his hand trembled, and the cigarette butt burned his thigh.

But he soon forgot all about that.

The crowd ahead had begun to scatter and flee in all directions along the flow of traffic, accompanied by terrified screams.

Holy crap!

The driver's eyes widened.

Amidst the traffic jam ahead, a strange, orange-yellow school bus-shaped cursed spirit was charging towards them.

The school bus had four long arms and a huge, scarlet mouth in front of it. It seemed to have no eyes and just rampaged around based on the screams of the crowd.

"Click!"

It bit into a family of four in a Honda car, chewing them up whole, making a screeching sound as the metal was squeezed.

Blood and screams sprayed together in mid-air.

In the end, only a severed arm clinging to the outside of the window fell to the ground, and then there was no more sound.

"Holy crap!! What the hell is that monster?! Handsome, let's run for our lives!"

The driver hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt, called out to Mo Lan, and then, without caring about anything else, scrambled open the door.

Mo Lan then unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.

They were just different from the other people who fled.

He actually walked against the flow of people in the rain.

The driver, turning around and seeing this, was terrified and stopped, shouting, "Young man! Don't do anything rash!! Let's talk about this while we're alive!!"

Seeing this, traffic police officers who rushed to the scene from both sides of the overpass immediately shouted to Mo Lan, "That child! Don't go near that monster! Get away from there!!"

However, Mo Lan ignored their shouts, simply stopping and casually stubbing out the burnt-out cigarette butt on the hood of the car next to her.

"It's been a while since I smoked, it's a bit pungent. I guess I'm just not used to this stuff," Mo Lan muttered softly.

This is his first one since his rebirth.

Ordinary people scurried past him, and the cursed spirit of the school bus opened its blood-red maw and charged straight at him.

"Back off!!"

The traffic police shouted and fired their guns, but to no avail.

At this extremely dangerous moment, Mo Lan simply raised her hand calmly.

The space around him rippled slightly, like the surface of a lake, as he unsheathed a long sword.

"Ughhhhh!"

The school bus's cursed spirit had already opened its giant mouth and was about to bite him.

"Little glutton."

Seeing this, Mo Lan grabbed the scabbard in mid-air.

In an instant, countless deep blue lightning bolts burst forth from his hands, like a hundred birds singing in unison, instantly blasting the cursed spirit and the surrounding cars away.

Are you calmer now?

Mo Lan took a step forward unhurriedly, stepping through the puddles on the road, and smiled slightly at the cursed spirit.

"Ughhhhh!"

The cursed spirit sensed the dangerous aura emanating from him, letting out a twisted roar, its furious claws tearing the car beneath it apart.

In its perception, if other humans were like delicious cakes, then Mo Lan was a cake that had been poisoned and was full of energy!

As the two sides confronted each other, the onlookers were stunned, and even the traffic police who were evacuating the crowd were slightly taken aback.

Then they realized what was happening.

It's a player!

And he's a very skilled player.

He didn't even draw his sword, but he sent the cursed spirit flying with just the release of lightning!

The traffic police captain quickly picked up his walkie-talkie: "Calling headquarters, has the Special Affairs Bureau's mobile team arrived at the North Second Ring Road yet?"

"Buzz... This is headquarters. The team's helicopter is still en route and is expected to arrive at the North Second Ring Road in three minutes. Please do your best to evacuate the crowd and minimize casualties."

Upon hearing this, the traffic police captain looked at Mo Lan's retreating figure and replied, "Understood, but I think perhaps the mobile squad doesn't need to come."

Because Mo Lan had already raised the scabbard in her hand and slowly drew her sword.

Upon hearing the contents of the walkie-talkie, he silently set a standard for himself.

A cursed spirit of this level, if you can't kill it in three minutes, you're basically doomed.