Global Games: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

"Can you please stop chasing me?!"

"..."

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

On the dimly lit and muddy street, two figures were running one after the other.

The person in front was wearing a trench coat, his trouser legs were covered in splashed mud, and his hair was crackling with electricity.

Run fast.

Behind him, Viscount Eddard of Blades was equally fast, relentlessly pursuing him.

During the chase, giant bladed ghouls kept crawling out of the darkness, blocking Mo Lan's path.

Although Mo Lan could kill these ghouls, whose danger level was less than 2.0, with a single strike, his stamina also had its limits.

Soon, Ed caught up with him, and three bladed ghouls blocked the road ahead.

"Damn it, why are you forcing me?"

Seeing this, Mo Lan also blushed slightly.

Keep chasing! Keep chasing!

Even a clay figure has a bit of temper, let alone a fiery chili pepper!

Mo Lan revealed his first trump card, and the progenitor virus within his body began to become highly active, increasing his physical attributes by a percentage in a very short period of time.

In this state, Mo Lan's actual danger level soared to nearly 2.5.

First Form: Thunderclap Flash!

He suddenly stomped on the wall by the street, leaped into the air, and transformed into a deep blue lightning bolt in mid-air, the blade pointing directly at the Viscount.

"madness!"

The viscount's crimson eyes were filled with disdain, and countless shadows clung to his arm, eventually transforming into a massive blade.

"bite!!"

As their weapons clashed, blinding sparks flew.

Unfortunately, in the end, the viscount's stats were superior. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to forcefully suppress Mo Lan in place.

At the same time, his other hand transformed into a giant blade, ready to stab at Mo Lan, who had nowhere to hide, from another direction.

"A numerical monster with a ditch."

Mo Lan couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Since that's the case... we can only use electric current to drive it.

"thumping!"

Just then, a gunshot rang out.

A silver bullet grazed Mo Lan's hair, struck Viscount Blade's head, and then exploded with a bang.

"Han River?"

"wrong...."

Mo Lan could sense that the person who fired the shot from behind her was very strong and definitely not Han Jiang.

Even though Viscount Blade had lost his head, his body was still instinctively attacking.

His giant blade veered off course, slamming Mo Lan directly into a nearby house, causing the fragile wooden cabin to collapse and bury her.

The man in the shadows gradually revealed his form.

He wore a brown leather jacket, had short, brown-gold hair parted in a 3/7 ratio, and his expression carried a sense of calm and fearlessness.

Viscount Blade's head was repaired in a very short time, and he coldly stared at the man in front of him.

"Someone sent by the federal government? I didn't expect it to be you."

The blond man gripped a silver Desert Eagle and said in an icy tone:

"Honestly, the last person I want to see here is you, Ed."

Ed slightly opened his arms, a faint smile appearing on his thin, pale face: "Why? Did you think I was dead? Dead in the operation three years ago?"

The blond man's eyes flickered slightly, and finally he sighed:

"I'd rather you were dead, Ed, than this inhuman creature. You were the person I respected most."

Ed shook his head:

"Enough with the nonsense, Li Ang."

"The federal government has already found this place and sent you here, most likely because they still have ulterior motives and are coveting the power of the True Ancestor."

Just as the two were talking... a figure crept out stealthily from the collapsed wooden house.

It's Mo Lan.

He found a corner in the maze of alleyways and hid there, eavesdropping on Ed and Leon's conversation, gradually piecing together the whole story.

Three years ago, the Shadow Church first rose to prominence in South America, hijacked a ship belonging to the Victorian Papacy, and stole an ancient relic.

When the American governments learned of this, they hatched a plan: to double-cross the Shadow Church, steal the goods from them, and then leave the blame to the Shadow Church.

So the American government assembled a world-class witch-hunting force that year to fight the Church.

As a result, the operation, codenamed "Eye of the Devil," went wrong, and Captain Ed was killed. One of the survivors was the blond man named Leon.

After the affair was exposed, the American government and the Victorian government, who were like father and son, completely tore off their mask and started blaming each other.

One party was uncooperative, another was too far away, and the Kingdom of Gaul was causing trouble nearby, which ironically gave the Church of the Shadows a three-year window of opportunity.

They hid in the town of Blackwater, preparing offerings for the Bloodline Ancestor who slumbered beneath the gold mine, thus accumulating strength.

As for the kidnapping of Prime Minister Victoria's daughter, it was related to experiments conducted by the Shadow Church.

They wanted to test whether the royal bloodlines of various countries could affect that ancient sacred artifact.

This might be related to that true ancestor.

To this end, they have already kidnapped every family in history and legend associated with that sacred object over the past three years.

Finally, they tied it to the Prime Minister's daughter, because she was a member of a collateral branch of the Victorian royal family.

Just as Mo Lan was brainstorming, Li Ang and Ed started fighting each other on the town's streets.

The man named Li Ang was clearly no ordinary person; he fought Ed to a standstill in hand-to-hand combat alone.

"This guy, just from his name, you can tell he's incredibly strong."

Mo Lan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The battle between Li Ang and Ed quickly escalated from simple hand-to-hand combat.

Li Ang kept pulling the trigger of his Desert Eagle, each bullet hitting Ed's vital points precisely before exploding.

Amidst the smoke and dust, the mutilated Ed emerged once more, but Leon was already prepared.

He pulled a dagger from his waist; it was pitch black, yet it exuded an aura of extreme danger.

"A relic of a saint?"

When Ed saw the dagger, he had a bad feeling.

But once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. During his charge, he gathered all his strength into his right arm, transforming it into a giant blade, and slashed it down at Li Ang.

Li Ang neither dodged nor avoided, but raised his dagger to meet the attack head-on.

boom!!

Under the terrifying force, the ground beneath Li Ang's feet was instantly shattered.

Click!

But with a sharp crack, something terrifying happened to Ed.

As he took the attack head-on, Li Ang's dagger instantly reformed into a greatsword, which he used to shatter Li Ang's giant blade in two.

Amidst the shattered fragments, Li Ang's gaze was resolute yet filled with pity:

"I'm sorry, Ed."

Having said that, he brought his greatsword down.

Ed's body was cut in two.

Black blood rained down, splashing onto the muddy ground of the town.

The remaining blood burned on Li Ang's greatsword.

He watched Ed's body gradually turn to ashes and couldn't help but sigh.

Then, he turned and left.

About ten minutes after Li Ang left.

Crows flew in from the darkness, pecking at the remaining flesh and blood on the ground.

Suddenly, a mass of flesh and blood silently crawled out from the ashes and mud, and with tremendous speed, devoured a nearby crow.

The crow's body trembled slightly, and a hint of human-like relief flashed in its pupils.

"Damn it... a troublesome guy has arrived... I have to report this to the True Ancestor."

Ed thought to himself, while gently flapping his wings, as if trying to fly into the sky.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the darkness and gripped the crow's neck tightly.

"What...!"

Ed panicked and flapped his wings to look at the other person.

In the darkness, Mo Lan was looking at him with a half-smile, and the smile in her eyes was so chilling!

not good!!

That little brat was waiting for me!

Ed flapped his wings, which transformed into sharp blades, trying to break free from Moran's grasp.

But in the next second, countless black substances resembling oil extended from Mo Lan's sleeves.

They grabbed Ed and instantly refined him!

On his deathbed, only one thought remained in Ed's mind:

"An earl-level bloodline?!?"

"Isn't he human?!"

Through her previous battle with Ed, Moran was absolutely certain that this world was the world where Flanders Sith lived.

The improved version of the progenitor virus he obtained was a level higher than Ed's, so when Ed's power was weakened, it could completely devour him, just like other high-ranking vampires.

For Mo Lan, his purpose in spending half a day staking out the opportunity to devour Viscount Ed of the Blade was singular.

That is to read the other person's memories.

He quickly left the crime scene and returned to his hotel room.

"Evolution has been detected. The Progenitor Virus has been incorporated into your evolutionary system, which will no longer be subject to the restrictions of the [Game of Fate]."

"The beginning of evolution?"

What is that?

Mo Lan looked down at the viral fluid in her palm, filled with doubt.

The progenitor virus within him seemed to have acquired a portion of Viscount Blade by consuming his genetic sequence, extracting its essence and discarding its dross.

In short, he appears to have gained enhanced self-healing abilities, stemming from a part of Viscount Blade's genes.

Mo Lan spent a long time studying the origins of evolution.

Finally, he guessed:

Before being incorporated into his "evolutionary system," the Progenitor Virus was essentially a skill from the "Game of Fate."

This is equivalent to the game of fate giving him a level 3 Q skill, but he can't upgrade it.

Unless Mo Lan uses the power of origin, he cannot upgrade or modify this skill in any way.

This is the underlying logic of the entire game of fate.

However, with the inclusion of the evolutionary system, the progenitor virus essentially became Mo Lan's own power.

To achieve this effect, the necessary trigger is his spontaneous "evolutionary" behavior.

For example, he used the Progenitor Virus to devour some of Viscount Eddard Blade's viral genes to complete himself.

"It seems that the power called 'evolution' within me is probably even more powerful than I imagined."

Besides studying Viscount Blade's genes, Mo Lan also read through his memories, which, although somewhat incomplete, were sufficient.