Global Game: I Have Portable Store

Su Changxing thought the Buddha Son would give him trouble, but the other merely glanced at him and didn’t bother him further.

”Little monk, I still hope everyone can do their best. The power of that monster is still growing. If it’s not eradicated now, I’m afraid no one will survive in the end,” the Buddha Son said with a calm smile.

His ranking on the leaderboard isn’t very high, suggesting he hasn’t purposefully gone to kill anyone, which is rather curious.

Suppose this little monk refrains from killing to avoid taking lives; Su Changxing certainly wouldn’t be the first to believe it.

If he feared killing, he wouldn’t have participated in this game.

There must be some other reason, perhaps a restriction of his position... Su Changxing pondered.

The atmosphere on site was quite subdued; the people here were at least more indifferent to life and death.

Their plan was simple: gather a large number of participants here and wait for that demon to come, then engage in a decisive battle.

The main reason is the lack of trust among each other, forcing them to use such a crude method to collaborate. Although clumsy, it seems to be the most effective for now.

However, Su Changxing could already foresee that when the actual fight breaks out, all sorts of issues will arise.

In this game, they are ultimately still enemies. Expecting a group of foes to align against another enemy, how could it be smooth?

Su Changxing and Qu Ping sat in the corner, not speaking much like the others, as keeping a low profile seemed the most necessary at the moment.

Due to his conspicuous actions in the square earlier, many people here recognized him, with eyes occasionally glancing over.

A young man carrying a longsword, dressed in white, stumbled in from outside the camp, looking somewhat disheveled: ”I didn’t expect you to still be alive. Lucky you.”

He immediately spotted Su Changxing and approached him with hostility, seeming quite infuriated and wanting to pick a target to vent his anger.

At this moment, Su Changxing was clearly the best target.

Su Changxing turned his head to look at him, puzzled, and after thinking for a moment, he asked, ”Who are you?”

The young man holding the longsword was stunned, not expecting Su Changxing to forget him in such a short time. How forgetful could one be? Was he so unnoticeable?

”You’re courting death!” he said coldly, a murderous intent emerging on his sword. Knowing that Su Changxing had spoken deliberately this way, he felt insulted.

Su Changxing sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at him calmly: ”Are you sure you want to make a move? In this place?”

Qu Ping also quickly said, ”Brother, this is a cease-fire time, especially in the camp where mutual killing isn’t allowed.”

Meanwhile.

Several eyes around glanced over with a look of anticipation for a spectacle, eager for a fight between Su Changxing and the other.

”Remember my name, I’m Liu Wen. Hope you don’t give me a chance,” the young man said as his once-levitating longsword lowered again.

He dismissed the thought of attacking Su Changxing. If he made a move here, others would have an excuse to attack him, and people here might even gang up on him.

That’s the rule.

The rules set by the strong, which the weak must adhere to. To break the rules requires more strength.

Su Changxing watched Liu Wen turn and leave, speaking, ”Be careful yourself.”

Just this one softly spoken sentence stirred waves in Liu Wen’s heart, biting his teeth hard; how could this Tier Seven kid dare speak so disrespectfully?

In his eyes, a player’s status is determined by strength. Someone like Su Changxing isn’t even worthy of talking to him, yet he dared speak up before and is now speaking disrespectfully.

Suppressing his inner anger, he found a place to sit down, planning to find a chance to eliminate Su Changxing.

Though openly, they weren’t allowed to kill each other, murder could still be done privately.

Su Changxing licked his lips, not expecting this person to be so petty, holding a grudge over a few previous conversations.

But players come with all sorts of characters, so Liu Wen’s behavior wasn’t surprising.

Soon after, the arrival of a woman caught Su Changxing’s attention, dressed in a black long dress, white silky gloves, bare feet, with thorns winding around her abdomen and thighs, from which blood constantly seeped.

Simply put, she was an exceedingly alluring woman, whose single glance could set one’s blood boiling. Though her face wasn’t particularly beautiful.

Qu Ping and many others next to him were staring intently at the woman, sighing, ”That’s the Saintess of the Doomsday Cult, right? It’s my first time seeing her; she truly is extraordinary.”

Su Changxing retracted his gaze, looking at Qu Ping, who was nearly drooling, teasing, ”Look any longer, and your soul will be tempted away.”

With Su Changxing’s reminder, Qu Ping snapped back to reality, his scarred face flushing as he lowered his head and panted heavily:

”If I could be killed by such a woman, it wouldn’t be too bad.”

Listening to him express his shameless claim earnestly, Su Changxing was speechless: ”...”

The Saintess of the Doomsday Cult walked up to the Buddha Son, whispered a few words, then turned and said loudly, ”The monster is heading this way, expected to come over the snowy mountain.”

Upon hearing this, many stood up from the ground, cautiously looking towards the snowy mountain, entering a state of alert.

They all know the terror of demons.

Especially some high-level demons, which can destroy a world single-handedly. Even more terrifying, a world controlled by a high-level demon will hatch more demons.

Demons are mythical creatures, gods have long disappeared, but demons still exist.

Su Changxing looked at Qu Ping and whispered, ”This joint action seems initiated by those at the top of the leaderboard. I’m afraid after killing the monster, they will first clear out the rest of us.”

Hearing this, Qu Ping’s face darkened, agreeing with the reasoning: ”Let’s wait and see. I don’t think things will go as smoothly; when the time comes, watch yourself, flee if you can.”

He genuinely treated Su Changxing as a friend, believing someone like Su Changxing shouldn’t die here, having just taken the wrong path, potentially with a brighter future ahead.

As for him, who had long stepped into darkness, dying was nothing to regret or pity, having lived so long and become tired of it.

Su Changxing was stunned upon hearing Qu Ping’s words; this man was even more sincere than he had imagined, too easy to deceive...