Global Games: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

"I see."

Mo Lan nodded, took out a small notebook, and pretended to write something down:

"Thank you for the information, Miss Adela. It is very important for my next move."

Adela flicked the ash from her cigarette. "It's a small matter. Because of the Vatican's plans, I can't directly help you."

"So what happens after that is up to you."

"understand."

Mo Lan smiled at the other person.

Seeing this, Adela couldn't help but add, "Be careful of those cultists in town. They're keeping a close watch on Blackwater. I don't want to see you dead the next day."

"Thank you for reminding me, I will be careful." Mo Lan nodded.

After leaving the Mahjong Tavern.

He checked into a hotel in the town, then took out his pocket watch and clicked it open.

It was almost time for the agreed-upon meeting.

At 2:30 a.m., he arrived at the central square of Blackwater Town and soon saw A Qiu standing in the corner in the cold wind.

Upon seeing Mo Lan, her eyes lit up, and she waved.

After waiting for a short while, Han Jiang's figure came into their view:

"Sorry, I ran into some trouble on the way and was late."

Han Jiang's tone was filled with impatience and gloom as he spoke.

"It's alright, it's alright, we just arrived recently." A Qiu quickly shook his head.

Mo Lan, on the other hand, smelled the gunpowder on Han Jiang.

So he asked, "Is it the person who caused you trouble on the train?"

Han Jiang nodded, speechless, and said, "It's a pity we didn't kill him. If you run into that guy next time, remember to stay away."

"It's best not to run into them." Mo Lan shrugged.

Having said that, they began to share intelligence.

As for A Qiu, after getting off the train, she formed a tax investigation team with several other players who were also tax officials.

They conducted a search and questioning at the town's administrative hall and learned that it wasn't that the town refused to pay taxes, but that the people they sent out had been intercepted and killed by the cult.

This cult, which calls itself the "Church of Shadows," commands bloodthirsty demons and is powerful, operating in the gold mines north of Blackwater.

Even the witch-hunting squads organized by the Colombian government fell to them.

As for the small town of Blackwater, it naturally dared not resist them anymore, and did not dare to utter a word even when the gold mine was occupied.

After A Qiu finished reporting his information, it was Han Jiang's turn.

Han Jiang, a former gold miner, immediately sought out his former coworkers from the mine upon arriving in the town.

Only then did they learn that these gold miners had all drunk water from the gold mine that was contaminated with a virus while they were working there.

These viruses all originated from a demon slumbering deep within the gold mine, a being revered as the true progenitor by the Church of Shadows.

The virus remains dormant while the True Ancestor is asleep, but once the True Ancestor awakens, the virus will begin a screening mode, causing infected individuals to suffer from persistent high fever.

If one can survive the selection process, one can gain extraordinary strength and physique and become a member of the family.

But if you don't survive, you'll be ruthlessly eliminated by the virus's screening mechanism.

Thus, these gold miners had only two choices: either join the Church of Shadows or eke out a living in Blackwater and wait for death.

"In that case, it seems that the Church of Shadows came to Blackwater Town because you unearthed the sleeping place of the True Ancestor back then."

"And that true patriarch, after three years of support from the church, has begun to awaken, and this has only recently begun."

Mo Lan analyzed the current situation.

Despite being a small town, Blackwater now has three major factions.

The first is the Church of Shadows, whose origins are unknown. They seized the gold mine in order to resurrect the True Ancestor and conducted a series of experiments.

The chimera pterosaur that Mo Lan and his group encountered on the train on their way here was most likely created by them through experiments with viruses and birds and beasts.

Secondly, there's the Victorian government. The theft of the Vatican's mysterious relic led them to plant spies in Blackwater long ago, but it's unclear when they'll make their move.

The third is the American government. As can be seen from the previous Witcher team, they have already gained a preliminary understanding of the Shadow Church and the Progenitor Virus.

Even sending players like A Qiu as tax officials this time was to prepare for the next operation.

At this point, Mo Lan had a basic understanding of the situation in this instance. All he needed to do next was find clues about the missing prime minister's daughter.

He then shared the intelligence he had obtained with A Qiu and Han Jiang.

"Let's adjourn the meeting for today. See you tomorrow."

"OK."

"See you tomorrow."

After saying goodbye, the three of them left in different directions.

Their missions differed, but tonight's intelligence exchange proved to be of great help to them all.

Mo Lan walked alone on the muddy path, through the alley, and headed to the hotel where she was staying.

Suddenly, he smelled a faint scent of blood in the air, so he stopped and looked at the figure following behind him.

The man was thin and extremely tall, wearing a large black cloak that completely covered him.

At the same time, a dark figure emerged from the alleyway ahead, reeking of blood, with a deformed right hand hanging limply at its side.

That right hand was no longer in human form, but rather resembled a flesh-and-blood blade from Prototype.

Mo Lan held the brim of her hat with one hand, while the other rested on the hilt of her sword at her waist.

It seems the Shadow Church has its eyes on me.

Thump, thump...

Along with the sound of her heartbeat, the progenitor virus within Mo Lan's body also became active at the same time.

Without any communication, the two Shadow Church monsters charged towards Mo Lan, one after the other.

Mo Lan didn't waste any words. His hair crackled with electricity as he drew the Moon Shadow Blade from his waist and charged towards the monster.

In the narrow alley, Mo Lan had no room to dodge or retreat, so he pushed his speed to the limit.

Thunder Breathing: First Form - Thunderclap Flash!

Wow!

In the dimly lit alley, Mo Lan trudged through the mud, her trench coat billowing as she transformed into a bolt of lightning, rushing towards the razor-sharp monster.

"bite!!"

The giant blade monster's eyes were chaotic, clearly lacking high intelligence; it simply raised its giant blade to block instinctively.

Unexpectedly, the moment they touched Mo Lan's longsword, a terrifying power erupted from the point of contact.

With a crisp "crack," the massive blade snapped in two, and then the entire monster was sliced ​​in half by Mo Lan.

Blood splattered on the muddy ground outside the alley.

The First Form, to put it simply, is about concentrating your power on a single, selfless strike, achieving the ultimate speed, the ultimate force, and the ultimate strength!

After killing the monster blocking her way with a single blow, Mo Lan rushed out of the alley and onto the wide road, looking at the tall, thin figure still standing in the alley.

"I think we can talk now?"

Mo Lan said.

Compared to the razor-sharp monster, this tall, thin figure seems to be more intelligent.

As expected, the tall, thin figure slowly pulled down his cloak, revealing a pale and withered face.

His pupils were scarlet.

He slowly walked to the bladed monster that had been cut in half and crushed the remaining half of its head with one foot.

His gaze was fixed on Mo Lan, and he spoke in an unquestionable tone:

"This is not a place for you, Witcher."

Clearly, he mistook Moran for a witcher who had come to cause trouble for the church.

Mo Lan smiled at this, took off her hat, and her black hair swayed gently in the wind: "What is the name of your true ancestor?"

He discovered that this person was somewhat similar to Flanders Sith, whom he had encountered in the high school instance before.

Therefore, Mo Lan suspected that they were probably of the same race, because both sides mentioned the existence of a so-called "true ancestor" in their descriptions.

More importantly, after meeting this guy, the progenitor virus in his body also became active.

The tall, thin figure looked down at him calmly and slowly, saying, "This is not something you ants should ask. You only need to know that humans are utterly vulnerable to us."

After saying that, he slightly raised his hand, and six giant bladed ghouls, exactly the same as the ones before, crawled out from the shadows around Mo Lan.

They struggled, brandishing their giant blades, and charged at Mo Lan.

For ordinary players, facing this scene means certain death; a moment's carelessness could result in their decapitation.

But Mo Lan simply tossed the round hat in his hand into the air, the electric arcs in his hair flashing continuously, eventually all converging on the long sword in his hand.

The ghouls swarmed forward.

Fifth Form: Heat Realm Thunder!

Mo Lan suddenly gripped the hilt of her knife and plunged it into the ground. Thousands of lightning bolts turned from blue to red, and a deep red, blood-like thunderbolt erupted in an instant.

With the amplification provided by the electric current, all the ghouls were cleaved into pieces by Mo Lan's large-scale AoE attack.

Snapped.

The round hat that had been suspended in mid-air slowly landed on the ground, but Mo Lan paid it no mind. Instead, she took advantage of the moment when the tall, thin figure was momentarily stunned...

Heat Realm Thunder - Lightning Flash!

The tall, thin figure, who had no idea that Mo Lan would launch a sneak attack, was unable to dodge in time and was directly slashed in the neck by Mo Lan.

But Mo Lan frowned slightly at this moment.

Because... his red blade only advanced one centimeter before it could no longer cut in, and even the crimson lightning couldn't break through the opponent's defense in a short time.

He actually hardened his neck into a structure similar to steel.

"court death..."

The tall, thin figure had an angry look in his eyes.

It was this probing that allowed Mo Lan to perceive the other party's danger level, which was approximately 2.9.

The good news is that the opponent didn't cross the 3.0 threshold; compared to the previous Flanders Sith, they are clearly a weaker vampire.

The bad news is that even 2.9 isn't confident it can be won without taking any damage.

Moreover, he didn't want to reveal all his cards as soon as he arrived at a place. What if there was a hidden mastermind behind him?

He wanted to hide the current driving force first.

Therefore, after his attack failed to deal effective damage, Mo Lan quickly planned three escape routes in his mind.

[Game of Fate: You have encountered the boss of this instance, Viscount Blade: Ed.]

Mo Lan suddenly felt anxious.

No way, who would just camp out in the newbie village?

That's not how it works in the game! You should wait until I finish the main storyline and do the side quests, kill a few elite monsters along the way, and then have a thrilling boss battle with me, before I finally defeat you with all my might!

Mo Lan retreated at an even faster speed than she had come, forcing a somewhat awkward smile at her opponent:

"Sigh... Is it possible to reconcile?"

Please see the next episode: No.