Global Game: I Have Portable Store

Sure enough.

Klein’s identity wasn’t that simple, Su Changxing had already sensed this from the monster doctor Rick.

”Rick was killed by me... was it the wrong kill?”

Su Changxing tossed the letter into the Pocket Galaxy, sat at the desk, and fell into deep thought. He felt extremely troubled now.

On one hand, he didn’t know the situation in their world; on the other hand, the situation he was facing was extremely tricky, and a slight mistake could lead to a huge crisis.

[Task (Silent Assassination): You receive an unknown letter, asking you to assassinate the duke’s third son. You’re hesitating whether to follow the instructions on the letter.

Hint 1: The target is Klein’s guide in the Extraordinary.

Hint 2: If you refuse to carry out the task, you will face retaliation and your current identity will be exposed.

Task Reward: 5000 experience points, and a reward from the letter sender.]

The night wind blew.

A slight rumbling came from the roof, the sound of wind passing through the eaves, echoing and colliding like there were small insects chirping above.

”Da da da~”

Fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.

Su Changxing’s expression shifted slightly; suddenly he thought about what happened to the original Klein... probably dead.

But who killed him?

So the person who killed him might know his identity... Su Changxing lit a cluster of chocolate incense in the corner of the bed, lay down, and fell into a deep sleep.

Although he didn’t need it to increase his mysteriousness, he liked this way, or rather, the form.

It seemed to calm him down, make his mind clearer.

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At dawn, when the sky just brightened, some carriages transported the bodies from last night in piles to the cemetery outside the city, passing the farm gate.

A young black man in a suit and tie walked into the farm, saying he wanted to place a large order of at least thirty pigs.

Such orders were usually temporary, and the farm was already prepared for them.

”Thirty pigs, not a small amount. Where are you from?” Su Changxing asked, taking off his straw hat and placing it aside.

The young black man smiled and said, ”Oh, we’re from Mo’an Manor. Recently, the master needs to host a grand party. I’ve heard your pork is of the best quality.”

Su Changxing nodded, pointed to him, and smiled:

”Hmm, good taste. When do you want it? Let us know the time, and we’ll deliver on time with the freshest pork guaranteed.”

The young black man shook his head and said, ”No need, we’ll slaughter them ourselves. Just deliver the pigs to the manor within three days... This is the advance payment, the rest will be paid later.”

Su Changxing took the money, checked it, put it in his pocket, and showed a flattering smile, ”Ha, no problem. It’s an easy task, should be done by tomorrow night.”

”Thank you.”

The young black man bowed and turned away, leaving a footprint on the hard stone ground.

Such a ground was made of solid rock.

As Su Changxing watched his back, a sense of seriousness appeared in his eyes. The other party was an Extraordinary, Tier Seven.

[Attendant Hou Zhong: Tier Seven, possessing a strong physique and the ability to protect others.]

The owner of Mo’an Manor was a local noble, and seemed to be an important member of the Church.

”Not simple; even a servant has such power.”

Su Changxing fully understood the nature of this world; the power level here might not be weaker than the Black Fog World.

”Do it if you can, tell them if it needs to be postponed, and cancel if necessary. No need for overtime,”

he said, looking at the stack of orders and yawning as he spoke to Isha.

Isha curiously said, ”Hey, boss, you used to say that no matter what, the work had to be done, even if it meant overtime.”

”Did I?”

Su Changxing scratched his chin and said:

”Hmm, I’ve changed my mind now. Post a recruitment notice, hire more people... we might need more for transportation, but outsourcing might also be nice.”

Isha widened her eyes, feeling the boss seemed to have changed a lot suddenly.

But exactly where the change was, she couldn’t tell.

Now, the boss seemed gentler, unlike before when he was harsh at work and often shouted at employees.

Yet, no one complained, as the farm offered good conditions.

Su Changxing wasn’t concerned about the farm’s operations; even if it collapsed, it wouldn’t matter. Things easily obtained are often not cherished.

Yes, he was like that too...

After breakfast,

he changed into plain gray clothes, headed to the church in town. Indeed, Klein was a believer, and he had to go to church every week to pray.

Ironically, Klein, a murderous man, was still a faithful believer.

To maintain the persona, Su Changxing still went to the prayer on time. After all, suddenly not going would seem strange. Prayers are a basic part of a believer’s life, and a believer is mostly seen as a good person.

Klein was indeed such a good person.

The church’s bell tolled across the street, people gradually converging towards a common direction.

A priest in a white robe stood on the stone steps, loudly chanting church hymns, his voice rich and magnetic.

What surprised Su Changxing was that all the priests were Extraordinary, but unlike ordinary Extraordinary, they all belonged to the same system.

Tier Nine, Shepherd of the Heart.

Tier Eight, Prayer Master.

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As for Tier Seven, he hadn’t seen them yet. These priests didn’t possess much combat power themselves, and generally, Shepherds of the Heart did not engage in battles.

However, the hymns they chanted could calm people, uplifting spirits with peculiar energy.

”May the Lord bless you!”

A priest at the giant stone gate smiled at Su Changxing. Though not particularly handsome, his appearance was quite comforting.

”Hmm.”

Su Changxing nodded in response with a smile.

Most people around had smiles on their faces; at this moment, worries and sorrows seemed forgotten.

Walking into the church, he gazed at the vaguely shaped milky-white statue, his pupils slightly trembling, sensing Spiritual Energy circulating on it.

Is there really a God?

Su Changxing had such doubts in his mind; in this extraordinary world, he seemed to have glimpsed the traces of Divine Spirits.

This spiritually resonant statue was evidence.

An old woman with a hunchback but rosy complexion turned her head to look at Su Changxing, who was observing the statue, and reminded him:

”Please do not stare at the Lord; we need to maintain enough respect and humility.”

Su Changxing snapped back, immediately saying, ”Apologies, I was impolite.”

”It’s okay, we always marvel at the Lord’s greatness inadvertently.”

The old woman said with a smile, seeming not to mind Su Changxing’s actions, showing tolerance.