Global Games: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

Kyushu Group Hospitals:

"Here you go. As for how you distribute it, I don't care."

"If you want money, there's a check from the Fujino Group inside."

Fujino Seiran explained the situation to Ye Hu in the shortest possible time, and then threw a spatial device containing weapons to him.

He turned and left, not wanting to waste any more time with a mediocre person. If he could settle Chiyo's life-saving debt with money, that would be the best outcome.

Ye Hu looked at the thing in his hand: "..."

"thumping!"

Fujino Seiran abruptly raised his hand, catching the spatial device that was hurtling towards him. He then frowned, turned around, and his eyes flashed with anger.

"Do you want to die?"

Ye Hu met his gaze without flinching, his tone indifferent: "Sorry, we don't need that kind of thanks."

"Also, didn't your parents tell you that not everything in this world can be measured by money?"

Since Senior Mo Lan looks down on this so-called "reward," I absolutely cannot embarrass him.

Therefore, Ye Hu doesn't want this kind of thing.

"Tsk..."

Fujino Seiran's brows twitched; he was extremely annoyed. If this were in Kyoto, he probably would have already punched Ye Hu a couple of times.

But this is Tianhe. If he were to lay a hand on an ordinary person, he would indeed be detained by the Special Affairs Bureau for three days.

"An ignorant and foolish mediocre fool, a monkey...!"

He told himself not to argue with ordinary people, suppressed his anger, and turned to leave.

Afterwards, Ye Hu left the hospital and took the night bus back to his old house in the suburbs, where he found his grandfather still lying in the rocking chair, not asleep.

"Why are you back so late?"

Hearing the door open, the old man in the rocking chair slowly opened his eyes and gently fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan.

"Sorry, Grandpa, a lot happened today, so I'm late."

Ye Hu scratched his head and explained what had happened that day.

After hearing the explanation, his grandfather, Ye Kang, stared at him with bright eyes for a long time before slowly closing his eyes.

"So this day has finally come."

"Ye Hu, you were born to be a player. I knew that from the moment you were born."

"Player? Me?" Ye Hu pointed to himself.

Ye Kang didn't say much, but slowly stood up, his hands behind his back:

"Come with me."

Ye Hu followed his grandfather into the house and saw the old man take out a scroll of bamboo slips from a hidden compartment in the Buddhist shrine where offerings were made daily, and then hand it to him.

Ye Hu took the bamboo slip and saw that the three characters "Damo Jing" were written on it in sharp handwriting.

"Grandpa, what is this?"

Ye Kang raised his pipe, took a puff, and slowly said, "When your great-great-grandfather was young, the Second Civilization War was at its most intense."

"Before that, the game of fate had not yet appeared in the new era. We could only rely on the legacy left by our ancestors in the previous era to fight against those demons and monsters."

"In the year of Xinwei, a turmoil that affected the entire world broke out in Tianhe territory."

"The cause of the turmoil was a Taoist disciple named Bai Daoran who, in pursuit of greater power, gathered a group of restless elements from various sects in an attempt to seize the highest inheritance of Wanfo Temple and Taichu Sect."

"At that time, Wanfo Temple and Taichu Gate represented the highest status of Buddhism and Taoism respectively, and naturally would not tolerate such provocation."

"Bai Daoran was therefore suppressed by the righteous forces."

"But his death did not quell the conflict; instead, it escalated and eventually turned into a large-scale battle between the New Dharma Realm and the Ancient Martial Arts Realm."

What is the new Dharma realm?

This brings us to a key term: the new era.

If we use historical standards to measure it, the new era of the game of fate should actually be counted from the end of the Second Civilization War.

Before that, the game of fate had also conscripted humans in multiple rounds.

Because it is difficult to trace back, it is collectively referred to as the Old Era.

Before the New Era, the three major alliances relied on the various legacies left by their ancestors from the Old Era, as well as the Industrial Revolution, to fight against the various threats that appeared in reality.

True Qi, Battle Qi, Totems, Buddhist Dharma, Taoist Dharma, Magic, Witchcraft, Incantations, and other powers are scattered throughout the world.

The reason these forces are so rare after the New Era is that they were interrupted during the First and Second Civilization Wars.

Only a few of these traditions have survived.

Afterwards, because the three major alliances were busy fighting against those uneven monsters in the war, they had not yet been able to effectively guide and manage the ever-growing player base.

As a result, players in the new century grew wildly, and those who had both player qualifications and ancient magic inheritance were called the "New Magic Realm".

They were among the earliest players in the new era, and also among the most skilled players at the time; there were quite a few of them.

Because they possess inherent advantages, they are naturally superior to other players when they enter the game.

In order to survive in the game of fate and to gain greater power, they are often capable of anything.

Since the game of fate has limitations, why not... try snatching what those old fogies in the ancient martial arts world are keeping so tightly under their belts?

Once the idea popped into my head, it became unstoppable.

When someone takes the lead, others will follow.

The Xinwei Rebellion spread rapidly throughout the world like wildfire.

This led to a magical revolution within Victoria, indirectly contributing to the disintegration of the Northern Continent Alliance.

This is the contradiction between the new Dharma realm and the old Dharma realm.

Ye Hu asked curiously, "And then what happened?"

Ye Kang, puffing on his pipe, said, "I don't know about other places, but the unrest in Tianhe was eventually quelled by the military region's strongmen."

"After the Xinwei Rebellion, Buddhism and Taoism were also forced to make public a large number of scriptures and Taoist practices, but players soon discovered that this thing depended more on talent than the game of fate."

"If you can't train it, then you can't train it. Even if the Heavenly King himself came, it wouldn't help."

"Players of the game of fate have lifespans like mayflies; they simply don't have time to cultivate those ancient techniques passed down for decades."

"However, among the large player base, there are still a few geniuses who have comprehended the ultimate techniques from various Taoist methods and scriptures."

"And this is the origin of the 'Bodhidharma Sutra,' which is the legacy your great-grandfather gleaned from thousands of Buddhist scriptures."

Speaking of this, Ye Kang's memory seemed to go back to the past, when his father was often away on business trips and rarely home.

He was still young then. One day, when he came home from school, he saw the other person lying under a tree, covered in wounds and blood.

He only had time to leave himself with a rambling, mystical last message before passing away:

"Ah Kang... I see it. I see the future in the Bodhidharma Sutra. I see that one day in the future, your grandson Ye Hu will become a player... the one who will save everything, or the one who will destroy the world..."

"In any case, when the time is right, we will hand over the Dharma Sutra to him... and then let him decide on the transmission of the Dharma Sutra."

The memories vanished in an instant.

Ye Kang looked at Ye Hu, who was deep in thought, and reached out to tap him on the head:

"Alright, go back to your room and figure it out yourself. I'm going to sleep now. Whatever you want to do, I'll support you."

"good!"

Ye Hu returned to the house with the "Bodhidharma Sutra," and for a moment he was unable to process so much information.

Suddenly, as Ye Hu sat down on the bed, he felt something extra beside his pillow.

"What's this? A toy? Did Grandpa buy it?"

He picked it up, puzzled.

It was a strange red oval sphere with a crack carved into it, and it was trembling slightly.

The next moment... his eyes suddenly opened!

[Destiny Game: Player has logged in.]

Welcome to the Game of Destiny.

[Due to your special circumstances and possession of special items, you will skip the beginner dungeon and directly enter the special dungeon: "The Rebellion of Xinwei"]

"what?"

Ye Hu was slightly stunned. Before he could react, he disappeared from the spot.

[Game of Fate: Player, please note that you will be entering the next instance in ten minutes. Please prepare accordingly.]

"Are you sick?"

Mo Lan, who was sleeping, was awakened by this nightmarish sound and opened her eyes with utter helplessness.

"Can't you guys in this game wait until 8 AM to start the dungeon?"

Despite this, Mo Lan still got up with a sour face and obediently changed her clothes to prepare for the new dungeon.