Global Games: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

"Beep~~"

Mo Lan picked up the kettle that had been boiled, made herself a bowl of instant noodles, and added a King of Kings cigarette as lunch.

He ate while watching the television news, including the latest developments regarding the heavy fog in Rongdu.

"Good afternoon, viewers. For this broadcast, we have invited the head of the third group of the Rongdu General Bureau of the Special Affairs Bureau to answer our questions. Please welcome Mr. Li Xuanye."

Just as the host, who was sitting upright, finished speaking, a young man in a black suit stepped into the frame.

The young man had a cold expression and, after taking his seat, went straight to the point:

"The dense fog that started in Rongdu early this morning has been confirmed to be caused by the game of fate, but the instance has not yet been fully revealed, and we are unable to confirm its level of danger."

"The Special Affairs Bureau is currently making further progress, and we ask all residents to cooperate. Thank you..."

He gave a report that contained no information whatsoever.

"call...."

Mo Lan picked up the last bowl of noodle soup and took a big gulp, barely feeling half full. She then opened her phone, instinctively wanting to order takeout.

"Hiss...wait, with this much fog, no delivery rider would dare to deliver, right?"

"Didi, your rider has accepted the order. Starving Food is at your service. On-time delivery guarantee has been activated. Estimated delivery time is 40 minutes."

"6".

Mo Lan was unsure whether to marvel at the platform's generosity or admire the rider's courage.

He swiped his fingertips and opened the class group chat, which was already in an uproar because of the fog.

"Why did it have to be the weekend with the fog?! My holiday! I was supposed to go to the Bund with my friends!"

"If you're so bored, wouldn't it be better to stay home and lie down? Why go to the Bund and see crowds of people?"

"Don't worry, the Special Affairs Bureau has already taken action, and I believe things will calm down soon."

"Hehe, I think it's hard to say. That's what the Special Affairs Bureau always says."

"Humor Special Affairs Bureau"

The group admin suddenly appeared: "Stop messing around, you bunch of newbies. This is the third class group already. If you keep interfering, I'm really going to start 'Avalon' (angry)."

Mo Lan tapped the screen.

Blue Dream: "It doesn't matter, I'll take action."

The group members immediately ignored the incompetent group admin and started making noise.

"666, bro thinks he can control everything in the game of fate."

"He's daydreaming again, imagining himself as a top-tier player that the company is vying for, with an endless supply of A-grade cards, second only to the top boss..."

"Holy crap, Lao Mo, you're finally alive! I thought you died at home."

"Hey bro, can I copy your math homework this weekend?"

Perhaps because of his good language skills and fluency in multiple languages, Mo Lan has many friends at this international high school.

At the same time, his family was not short of money. Before his parents disappeared, they left him a bank balance that he couldn't even spend all of, just from the interest alone.

So he often treats his friends to some sweet drinks or his secret-recipe mini burgers; in short, he's very popular.

Mo Lan tapped the screen again.

Blue Dream: "I ordered takeout, kids, do you think the delivery driver will be able to get to my house safely? (with picture)"

"Holy crap, a 128 RMB West Sea pizza? Are you kidding me?"

"Strange, why can't I order?"

"Perhaps you're not high enough in rank."

"How can Mo Lan do that?"

"Do you really want me to say it's because you live in some godforsaken suburb of the Fifth Ring Road? Mo Lan lives in the old city center (laughs)."

"Holy crap (red and warm.jpg)"

Just then, Mo Lan suddenly received a private message from his good but mischievous friend who liked to call him "Lao" (牢).

Smiling: "Laomo, laomo, something's not right with your order."

"I took a look at that Xihai Pizza shop, and it was already closed this morning; it wasn't open at all."

Blue Dream: "...? That's it, it seems something's already eyeing me."

As Mo Lan watched the rider icon steadily approaching her, she sensed that things were heading in a bad direction.

Smiling, she asked, "Do you have any friends at home?"

Blue Dream: "No, I'm home alone."

Smiling: "Lock the door, stay home and wait for me, I'll come find you."

The smiling tone suddenly turned serious.

Mo Lan wanted to say no, she could handle it herself.

The cell phone signal was cut off the next second.

...

dong dong!

The moment the phone screen went out, a heavy knock sounded at the door, followed by a cheerful and sunny voice:

"Hello, Starving Delivery!"

Mo Lan's gaze was calm as she casually picked up the long knife beside her, which was still stained with blood from the tiger hunt—a stench that could not be washed away.

And it was this fishy smell that seemed to excite the thing outside the door even more.

The thing started banging on the door even harder: "Hello, Starving Delivery!"

"Hello!"

"hello!"

"Are you deaf when I say hello?!"

The security door seemed to be unable to withstand the other party's strange strength.

Mo Lan slowly and deliberately tilted the blade slightly.

"thumping!!"

The moment the security door was suddenly flung open, a monster dressed in a food delivery worker's uniform rushed in impatiently.

With its scarlet skin and sharp canine teeth, it resembles the image of a vampire on screen.

"Blood...blood is flowing!"

He lay prone on all fours, staring intently at Mo Lan's neck, feeling the slight throbbing of the bluish-green veins, and felt a surge of appetite.

Blood, blood!

"Hmm...it looks hopeless."

Mo Lan sighed helplessly.

Give me blood!

The deliveryman lunged at him.

Zizi!

Strands of blue electric arcs flickered on Mo Lan's hair, then flowed at the speed of light through his arms, fingertips, and blade.

...You damned monster, take my peerless demonic blade!

Mo Lan mentally screamed something incredibly childish as he swung his sword down.

After the upgrade, his combat power is now completely different from yesterday, with a danger level of 1.5 and the added benefit of dual skills.

A ghoul with inferior bloodline was naturally powerless to resist, and in an instant, half of its body was severed by Mo Lan.

"Ughhhhhh!!"

"It's so hot! It's so hot!"

Seeing him struggling on the ground, Mo Lan couldn't help but feel pity. She then raised her knife and helped him escape his suffering completely.

The danger level of this bloodline is at most 1.2 to 1.4.

[Fate Game: You have killed a low-level bloodline.]

"Low-class bloodline? Does that mean there's a higher-class one?"

Mo Lan sighed inwardly.

After the bloodline died, he suddenly discovered that the signs of battle in his house began to disappear rapidly, and even the damaged doors were restored to their original state.

It was as if nothing had happened, except for the bloodstains on the knife...

Mo Lan took a towel and wiped away the bloodstains, thinking to herself:

"All traces have been erased; could this be the Schrödinger copy mentioned on the UN website?"

The so-called Schrödinger's Instance is an official interpretation of the game of fate, which states that the ending in the instance will interfere with reality.

When a player successfully completes a dungeon, all the damage and impact caused by the dungeon will be erased, as if it had never happened.

However, if you fail to complete the mission, then these consequences will become a reality.

For example, if we compare the Twin Towers incident to a game instance, then the player's goal is to prevent the planes from crashing into the Twin Towers.

If the mission succeeds, the plane will not crash into the Twin Towers.

If the mission fails, this outcome will become a reality.

As for how many chances there are to try and fail, and how many times you can start over, it is generally determined by the game of fate.

drip.

Mo Lan's phone signal was restored, followed by a barrage of calls and WeChat messages from Xiao Wei.

Smiling: "Damn, why didn't you answer my calls?"

Smiling: "Don't scare me!"

Smiling, she said, "I'll be right at your doorstep!"

Boom boom boom!

A knock on the door followed immediately.

Blue Dream: "The signal was suddenly blocked just now."

Mo Lan arrived at the security door and was about to open it when she suddenly remembered something.

So before opening the door, he cautiously peeked through the peephole.

Standing outside the door was a girl in a school uniform with long silver hair and a white pathological eye patch over one eye.

At that moment, she was holding her phone, her screen showing her chat with Mo Lan, while she was knocking on the door with extreme anxiety.

Every now and then, it would peek through the peephole.

That's it, it's a smile.

A girl from the northern continent had just transferred to Rongdu's international high school this semester and was in the same class as Mo Lan.

Although he seems aloof, he actually enjoys playing with abstract concepts.

Mo Lan opened the door.

"Sorry, the signal was suddenly blocked just now."

Before she could finish speaking, the silver-haired girl swiftly pulled a cross from her bosom and slammed it hard into Mo Lan's chest.

"Sukabul! Fuck you, whoever you are, stay away from him!" The girl spoke in a mix of languages, gritting her teeth, her eyes filled with rage.

The whole situation was like a complete mess.

Mo Lan initially thought she was joking, but to her surprise, the next second, wisps of red smoke actually appeared on her body.

"What is this?"

He was somewhat shocked.

Xiao Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief. She held the cross and held it up and down on Mo Lan's body to make sure there was nothing else on it before putting it away.

With one hand on her hip, she said with a hint of pride:

"Do you know? You were just targeted by the Bloodline. Those smoke clouds were their way of locking onto their prey."

"Thanks to my timely arrival."

Mo Lan turned around, glanced at the floor where the body should have been lying, and nodded. "Thank you, but could you tell me the details?"

"Hmm... alright, I'll explain it to you for your sake. Quickly get me a bottle of iced tea, I'm dying of thirst after running all this way."

She fanned herself with her hand, went inside, found a sofa, and sat down as if she knew the place better than her own home.

Seeing this, Mo Lan gave her a bottle of chilled Guojiao liquor.

Smiling's real name is ШарлоттаДавидовнаАндропова, which comes from her father's generation.

Of course, that name would be too long in Tianhe, so she usually refers to herself as "Sariye" in Tianhe.

Mo Lan had heard that Sally's father was a very important figure who had once held a significant position in the New European Alliance (formerly the Northern Continent Alliance, which later disintegrated).

The reason she came to Tianhe alone was because her father made a tiny mistake in the power struggle within the alliance.

Simply put, they chose the wrong side, specifically the wrong side regarding the highest-level leadership of the new alliance.

His current political career can't be described as a complete collapse; it's more like something even a dog would shake its head at.

Before the purge, Sariel's father had a premonition that something was wrong.

Fearing political repercussions, she sent her daughter to Tianhe ahead of time, leaving herself to shoulder everything alone.