Global Games: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

Why...?

The black-haired girl, with her back to Mo Lan and her group, stood on the edge of the rooftop without railings and softly uttered a question.

Mo Lan calmly put Ye Hu and Qian Dai down: "Excuse me, your voice was a little soft, I didn't hear you clearly. What did you say again?"

"Why!"

"I didn't do anything wrong!"

The girl suddenly let out an angry shout, and the spider spirits around her let out mournful howls, as if they had suffered a severe injury, and fell off the rooftop.

Mo Lan remained completely calm, gently adjusting her sunglasses:

"How would I know why? We're not even close."

As he spoke, he tried to analyze the opponent's strength using his six eyes.

However, it seems that because the other party's mental strength was also quite high, Mo Lan was unable to obtain more specific information, only a general outline.

[Unknown vengeful spirit: humanoid]

Hazard Level: 2.9

At this moment, the girl slowly turned around. Her once beautiful face was covered with scars from torn flesh and black, rotten flesh left by sulfuric acid corrosion.

It was Li Jing, the person involved in the unsolved case of falling from the abandoned school three months ago.

"You are... Li Jing!" Ye Hu was taken aback, recognizing her.

Fujino Chiyo turned pale with fright, but still managed to say, "Li Jing, please...please listen to me. We have investigated the whole story, and you did not commit suicide."

"We will definitely report this matter to the Special Affairs Bureau afterwards!"

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

Since the emergence of the game of fate, players with antisocial personality disorder have been emerging in large numbers, either out of jealousy or dissatisfaction.

Li Jing did nothing wrong during her lifetime. Perhaps she only became the target of jealousy and persecution by a small group because of her good looks and excellent academic performance.

"What's the point of saying all this now?"

Li Jing's eyes were bloodshot, and her gaze was extremely cold.

"I don't need you, and I don't trust you. I will carry out my revenge myself."

"As for you... get lost."

As she said this, she hesitated slightly, her gaze sweeping over Mo Lan, who seemed idle and even somewhat apathetic.

This man exerted a strong sense of pressure on her, so much so that she didn't want to have any conflict with him from the very beginning.

It was Mo Lan who shoved the cannon into her face and forced her to take him to subspace.

"Excuse me, excuse me."

Mo Lan suddenly coughed twice: "I have a question. Who created this subspace and then turned you into this?"

Li Jing remained expressionless: "...I don't know either."

"Okay, so how do we leave?"

Mo Lan felt that Li Jing, the boss, wasn't necessarily someone she had to fight, since he was only there to rescue people.

The key point is that this subspace instance is not a instance of the Game of Fate, so even if I complete it, there will be no benefit to me.

There's no reward for winning, and there's a punishment for losing.

He doesn't want to make a losing deal; a peaceful resolution would be best.

Li Jing raised her hand, and a strand of black hair behind her transformed into a sharp blade, slicing open a subspace rift. Reflected within was the teaching building of the real world.

"You can get there from here..."

Before she could finish speaking, a girl in a school uniform suddenly walked in through the crack.

"Tsk tsk tsk... This won't do!"

The girl was cute and petite, with short, dyed pink hair. As soon as she entered, she said in a helpless tone:

"That won't do, my Jingjing. If you slack off like this, my mission will be in trouble. If the organization blames me, I'll be in big trouble."

"Who are you....!"

Li Jing's pupils suddenly contracted. She recognized the pink-haired girl—it was Chen Zhizhi, the person she would never forget for the rest of her life!

"It's you!!!"

Li Jing's face instantly contorted in a grimace, and even the wounds on her face were reopened by the bursting blood.

Her long, dark hair transformed into sharp blades, slashing at Chen Zhizhi.

Mo Lan frowned slightly, not quite understanding the situation.

His six eyes were frantically reminding him that this pink-haired woman was dangerous, with a strength level of at least 3, and possibly even 4.

Taking action without understanding the other party's background could easily backfire...

"This is really troublesome. It seems I'll have to add fuel to the fire myself and speed things up."

Chen Zhizhi sighed at this moment.

She gently raised her hand, and a strong tremor froze Li Jing in place, like a butterfly trapped in the center of a spider web.

Then, Chen Zhizhi took out a finger from the deepest part of the subspace.

It was a long, withered, devilish finger, like a dried-up corpse.

Chen Zhizhi flashed forward, pressing her finger directly into Li Jing's throat, then let out a soft laugh:

Don't let me down.

"thumping!"

Just then, the iron gate to the rooftop was kicked open, and Luo Guanyu's three-person team rushed out.

Mo Lan glanced at them.

[Human player.]

Danger Level: lv3.4.

[Strength: Rank B]

Speed: C-level.

[Physical condition: Grade B.]

[Spiritual Level: C]

[Charm: C-level]

A typical professional corporate player.

Upon noticing the standoff, Luo Guanyu's team of three immediately raised their weapons and aimed them at Li Jing. At the same time, the female member of the team shouted to Fujino Chiyo:

"Miss Chiyo, we were sent by your grandfather to pick you up. Please hide behind us!"

Luo Guanyu kept an eye on the vengeful spirit standing there in front of him while glancing at Mo Lan and Chen Zhizhi.

Are these two the players who just caused such a commotion? Their auras are so well concealed that it's impossible to tell what level they are.

At this moment, Li Jing suddenly let out a shriek mixed with crying, and her whole body began to twist and swell.

Finally, she transformed into a gigantic, twisted human-faced spider, completely completing her transformation into a cursed spirit.

"Now it's your turn, you unlucky sacrifices! Good luck to you, bye-bye~"

Chen Zhizhi turned around, winked at Mo Lan and her group, and then left the subspace through the rift.

The reason she didn't stay was that the Special Affairs Bureau would soon notice this unusual aura and come looking for her by following the scent.

Honestly, she didn't want to run into that guy from the Special Affairs Bureau, that woman who was completely beyond the comprehension of common sense.

After Chen Zhizhi left, the subspace rift closed, and Mo Lan only had time to remember the coordinates.

At this moment, Li Jing, who had transformed from resentment into a cursed spirit, launched an attack on everyone present.

Hundreds and thousands of sharp blades formed from her long hair slashed towards the people on the rooftop.

"Ding!"

Luo Guanyu swung his spear, and as it touched the blades, it produced a crisp, metallic clang, demonstrating just how hard these blades were.

At the same time, countless spider spirits crawled up from all directions of the rooftop and, under Li Jing's control, launched an attack on them.

Mo Lan used the Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique to clear away the spider curse spirits while escorting Ye Hu and Fujino Chiyo to the stairwell.

He reached out and retrieved "Moon Shadow" from his spatial storage, tossing it directly to Ye Hu:

"This is for your self-defense. Stay inside and don't come out. If you encounter a spider monster, cut it down. If all else fails, run away."

"And what about you, senior?" Ye Hu took the long sword without any hesitation, but he couldn't help feeling worried.

Upon hearing this, Mo Lan raised her hand, took off her sunglasses, and smiled gently:

"Me? I'll go and end this mess."

Having said that, he vanished from the spot in a flash.

Only those azure eyes, as blue as the sky, were deeply etched in Ye Hu's heart.