Global Games: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

The rain is getting heavier.

A thin mist rose over the entire North Second Ring Road elevated highway.

The grotesque school bus spirit let out a twisted, fearful roar, staring intently at the black-haired human before it.

However, Mo Lan, dressed in a silver windbreaker, simply standing there quietly, brought it immense psychological pressure.

Even though this human was full of weaknesses, it felt that as soon as it made a move, it would instantly die under that blade.

"Aren't you coming?" Mo Lan asked with a smile.

"Here I come."

He slightly raised the blade in his hand, pointing it diagonally at the ground.

"boom!"

The next second, the floor beneath his feet was shattered by the burst of lightning, and his figure vanished from the spot.

Thunder Breathing: Second Form - Rice Spirit!

The Soul of Rice unleashes a lightning-fast five-hit combo in the instant of breathing and attacking, the blade's trajectory intertwining like ears of rice, making it difficult to dodge.

The original version of Thunder Breathing does not actually have real lightning effects, but Moran, who has mastered "current propulsion", can actually unleash lightning.

It could even be said that, under the influence of "electric current", his Breath of Lightning has completely surpassed the original.

Faster, stronger, and more powerful than the original!

"BOOM!!"

A burst of lightning erupted in the rain, and onlookers could only see a streak of lightning that instantly pierced through the school bus's cursed spirit from head to toe.

"Huh?!"

The school bus-shaped cursed spirit stood frozen in place, letting out a wailing sound filled with confusion.

The next second, its body burst forth with blinding lightning, and in an instant, it shattered into pieces, scattering across the ground.

"Sizzle!"

The charred, charred flesh of the cursed spirit emitted a strange, meaty aroma.

Mo Lan brushed the blood off the blade, then sheathed it in the rain and turned to look at the traffic police who were standing there dumbfounded.

With just one glance, the traffic police captain's heart leaped into his throat.

Although the black-haired boy in front of them didn't seem like a bad person, the players' personalities were chaotic and complex, and no one could predict their next move.

As the saying goes, "He who possesses a sharp weapon will naturally harbor murderous intent."

Players rise and fall in the cruel game of fate, their lives hanging in the balance, their minds constantly on edge, making them an extremely unstable powder keg.

Seventy percent of the tasks the Special Affairs Bureau faces every day involve hunting down wanted players.

Mo Lan sensed the other party's nervousness, so she flipped her hand and showed him her lawyer's badge... no, wait, it was an unofficial player's certificate.

The traffic police captain was taken aback, then recognized the certificate, raised his hand, and saluted him: "Thank you for your hard work, Comrade Player."

Seeing this, the other traffic police officers also saluted.

Mo Lan raised her hand, pushed the wet black hair from her forehead behind her ear, and revealed a kind smile:

"It was nothing, officers. Please take care of the rest. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

The traffic police captain nodded: "No problem, leave the aftermath to us. I will also report your achievements to the Special Affairs Bureau afterwards."

"Oh dear, that's so embarrassing."

"Ahem... By the way, this is my player ID, don't forget it, officer."

As Mo Lan said this, she turned around and gave her player number, not because she was greedy for those few Special Affairs Bureau points.

I just think people shouldn't be too pretentious.

Confucius said that if everyone in society did good deeds without seeking reward or reward, then in the end no one would do good deeds.

"Um...don't worry, it definitely won't be a mistake!"

The traffic police captain suddenly felt that the boy in front of him had come to life, and the strong sense of oppression was gone.

Mo Lan then turned and left.

His figure gradually disappeared into the rain, and the traffic police resumed directing the order at the scene.

Mo Lan took less than two minutes from the start of the attack to the end of the battle, so by the time the execution team's helicopter arrived...

He had long since disappeared into the fog.

The person assigned to the North Second Ring Road was a member of the Seventh Squad under Li Xuanye, codenamed Dawn, who had met Mo Lan once before.

He quickly learned from the traffic police captain the physical characteristics of the person who made the attack, as well as the player's ID.

The traffic police gave the following keywords: tall, young, skilled in using lightning, sharp knife skills, with a delicate and beautiful appearance, gentle personality, but very decisive when facing cursed spirits.

Don't underestimate these profiles provided by the traffic police; they are important grassroots feedback that will be recorded in the player's backend archives.

After recording all this, the V on Dawn's helmet flashed softly:

"Thank you for maintaining order and guiding the crowd. I will dispose of the cursed spirit's body in a harmless manner. Please take care of the aftermath for the public."

"It's nothing, it's nothing. You've worked hard too."

Only then did Li Ming begin to deal with the corpses of the cursed spirits. He took some as samples for recording, and burned the rest using a special incantation.

During this time, he also mentally simulated the battle scene where Mo Lan killed the school bus curse spirit.

Li Ming's eyes flickered slightly as he thought:

"With such amazing swordsmanship, coupled with the explosive combination of lightning, it's no wonder he was able to spar with that bloodline count at the international high school."

"He has great talent and a good temperament. Perhaps he can find a place among the top players in the future."

"Let's wait and see."

After completing the harmless treatment, Li Ming boarded the helicopter again and left the North Second Ring Road.

Back at the Special Affairs Bureau, he reported and confirmed Mo Lan's achievement of slaying the cursed spirit in the North Second Ring Road, thus helping the other party complete the review ahead of schedule.

So, Mo Lan, who had just returned home and taken a hot shower, received a text message from the Special Affairs Bureau.

"Tianhe Special Affairs Bureau: After review, your player account has been credited with 50 points. You can go to the nearest branch office to redeem the points. Thank you for your service and sacrifice."

"So efficient? Looks like I should go to the branch office when I have time to see if I can exchange some things."

Mo Lan dried his wet hair, turned on his Peppa Pig hair dryer, and let the wind whistle through his hair.

Suddenly, a notification appeared before his eyes.

[Fate Game: Player, please note that you are about to be summoned for a dungeon. Please prepare accordingly.]

The following information can be disclosed.

[Instance: Western Shadow.]

[Difficulty: lv.3.]

[Synopsis: A terrible change is taking place in a remote western town...]

"Level 3? Last time, a Bloodline Earl with a danger level of 3.5 appeared in this level of dungeon. What kind of expert will it be this time?"

Mo Lan felt extremely anxious.

If 2.0 is the dividing line between humanity and the extraordinary, then 3.0 is an absolute class difference; the former merely possesses a weapon, while the latter possesses an AK.

Come to think of it, I'm clearly a level 1.9 newbie, so why did they put me in a level 3 dungeon?!

That's not fair!

My beginner's match against bots!

Mo Lan once again felt the deep malice of the game of fate.

I really don't know how other players manage to endure such high intensity every time. Sigh...

Given such a high level of difficulty in the game's dungeons, just how strong must the top-ranking players be?

The thought of this filled Mo Lan with a deep sense of unease.

I'm extremely uneasy!

This reflects a sense of crisis stemming from one's own inadequacy.

What if one day, four burly men with a danger level of 99 suddenly descend from the sky, intending to ultimately humiliate the entire world?!

To be frank, Mo Lan is someone who appears calm and carefree, but is actually insecure inside.

Therefore, in order to eliminate this sense of unease, he seizes every opportunity to become stronger...

After preparing for the teleportation, Mo Lan's figure disappeared from the room.

This teleportation was quite different from the previous two; Mo Lan clearly felt as if she had passed through many things.

Wait until the dizziness gradually subsides.

Clang, clang!

The noise of the steam train rolling over the tracks gradually roused Mo Lan from his reverie.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself sitting in an old-fashioned train, the air still filled with the acrid smell of coal smoke and fuel.

His clothes also changed, and he was given a dark trench coat with old British style.

Besides him, there were quite a few other people scattered around on the train.

Judging from the thoughtful expressions on their faces, Mo Lan guessed that many of them were players, but they were all keeping quiet and hiding their identities.

On the seat to Mo Lan's right, he also saw a familiar girl, petite and slender, wearing a black suit from the Special Affairs Bureau.

It was A-Qiu.

She still had that red four-leaf clover pinned to her hair, and was now sitting nervously by the window, one hand gripping the armrest tightly.

Seemingly noticing Mo Lan's gaze, A Qiu turned her head, her eyes revealing a hint of surprise. She carefully raised her hand and waved excitedly at him.

Seeing this, Mo Lan nodded to her in response.

At this moment, a pop-up window appeared in front of all players again.

Welcome to the American West, a land of wealth, violence, and everything you could possibly want!

[Your Identity: You are a mysterious detective from the distant foggy city, commissioned by the "Iron Curtain Prime Minister" to find his kidnapped daughter. During your investigation, you gradually discover that this kidnapping case is suspected to be related to the "Shadow Church," a cult entrenched in the town of Blackwater.]

[Instance Guide: Take the train and arrive safely at Blackwater Town.]

Ugh!!

The steam train roared deafeningly as it sped westward relentlessly.

At this moment, A Qiu carefully moved to sit down next to Mo Lan: "Um... sir."

Call me Lan Meng.

Mo Lan took off her round hat and gave her code name.

A-Qiu nodded: "You can still just call me A-Qiu."

She was using a code name all along.

Mo Lan nodded.

Their conversation clearly attracted the attention of other players.

"Blue Dream?"

A voice sounded from behind.

Mo Lan couldn't help but turn around and look.

The newcomer was tall and wore a leather jacket; he was Han Jiang, whom Mo Lan had met once before.

"Oh, Mr. Han, what a coincidence." Mo Lan raised an eyebrow slightly.

"It really was you."

Han Jiang was surprised to see Mo Lan, as he hadn't expected her to appear in the high-risk level 3 dungeon so soon.

only....

"To be honest..." Han Jiang shrugged, resting his hands on the back of the chair, making a helpless expression: "We're about to be in big trouble."

Even with the support of the Giant God Company, Han Jiang wasn't confident he could safely clear this level of dungeon.

Because the information recorded in this copy is... none.

This is an unprecedented instance of a dungeon, so the company can only provide him with as much equipment support as possible. As for intelligence, he'll have to find it himself.

Besides Mo Lan and her two companions, other greetings were also heard throughout the train.

Clearly, players each have their own small circles.

Among them were some of Han Jiang's "acquaintances".

"Han Jiang, it's been a long time."

Right in front of them, a man dressed as a cowboy was smoking, leaning back in his seat, and waving at them.

"But..." Han Jiang's gaze behind his sunglasses turned cold. "You're still alive."

"Me? Of course I'm alive and well. After all, I still remember being tricked by a 'company lackey' like you last time..."

The man named Bart raised his revolver and tapped the scar on his face.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his gaze toward Han Jiang was filled with murderous intent.

It's certain that if it weren't for the limitations of the game of fate, the two of them would have already started fighting.

"Heh." Han Jiang sneered, "You can try."

Bart shrugged: "See you in the dungeon then."

After saying that, he turned around and went to the carriage in front.

After he left, Han Jiang noticed the confusion in Mo Lan's eyes, so he explained:

"That guy is a madman, a new European immigrant who served in the Foreign Legion and later became a player. He's offended a lot of people and is a complete outlaw."

A wanted player like this, who is willing to risk his life, would naturally not be afraid of Han Jiang's identity as a "company dog".

He wouldn't even hesitate to kill anyone, let alone someone from the Giant God Company, or even someone from the Tianhe Special Affairs Bureau, as long as there was profit to be made.

"This is a rare opportunity. How about we share our identity information?"

Han Jiang turned to Mo Lan and made a suggestion.

"Can."

Mo Lan had no objection to this.

Ah Qiu too.

The three of them then huddled together at the back of the carriage.

Han Jiang spoke first:

"The identity I was assigned by the system is that of a gold miner who used to work in Blackwater Town. After leaving Blackwater Town, my family members fell ill one after another due to a curse, so I came back here to try to break the curse."

Ah Qiu said, "My identity is that of a tax officer sent by the local government. I don't have much information. I only know that this place has not paid taxes to the federal government for three years, so I was sent here to investigate."

"Your identity is quite good; once you get into the town, you can probably provide a lot of intelligence." Han Jiang pushed up his sunglasses.

Then he looked at Mo Lan: "And you?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Lan straightened his collar and then put on an elegant black top hat.

"Me? I'm Sherlock Holmes, the Union Jack of old London, known to everyone!"

A-Qiu's eyes widened: "...What an impressive identity!"

She seemed to actually believe it.

Han Jiang was speechless. She pulled down her sunglasses and rolled her eyes at him: "You're kidding me. This outfit makes you look like you wandered onto the wrong movie set."

Mo Lan sighed helplessly: "Okay, I was just kidding. Han Jiang, you're boring, not funny at all, and I doubt any girls would like you."

Upon hearing this, Han Jiang gritted his teeth, his forehead almost forming a grid.

"I have tons of women chasing after me in real life, you know...!"

This kid hasn't changed at all; he's got a really sharp tongue. You just want to punch him, but you're afraid he'll try to extort a lot of money from you.

Mo Lan slowly and deliberately took off her hat again:

"However, my identity is indeed that of a detective, here to investigate the transnational kidnapping of the Prime Minister of Chongqing's daughter, which is suspected to be the work of the local Shadow Church."