Global Game: I Have Portable Store

Fang Muping and others would leave the gathering place to clear out those ghouls for a task, a task issued by the Doomsday Game.

This is also a win-win situation.

Completing the task of clearing out the ghouls not only earns the corresponding rewards but also reduces the threat these monsters pose to the gathering point.

The Fengye Gathering Place is said to be under the jurisdiction of Seventeen, but in reality, it’s just a nominal control and essentially maintains a considerable level of independence.

Moreover.

A significant portion of the people in the gathering place are scattered players accustomed to completing tasks in groups of three or five, and although their strength may not be strong, they certainly have good survival skills.

This has caused the Fengye Gathering Place itself to be in a semi-disordered state, incapable of facing such large-scale monster attacks.

”Where is Lu Yuren?” asked Su Changxing.

Fang Muping pointed in the direction of the gathering place’s exit and said, ”Leader Lu has already gone over with his team, he asked me to get you.”

Su Changxing nodded and walked with Fang Muping towards the exit of the gathering place.

Fang Muping turned his head towards Su Chang, hesitated for a moment, and asked, ”Mr. Su, are you Su Changxing, Leader Su?”

His heart was racing. After seeing Su Changxing eliminate that demon-like Bronze Tree with one hit, he was convinced of Su Changxing’s identity.

Although the battle in Donglin City had passed long ago, it was still enthusiastically discussed on forums, debated endlessly.

Many members of Seventeen took pride in having participated in that battle.

Fang Muping was one of them, having just become an Extraordinary then and participated in that battle, but only as a peripheral member, never having seen Su Changxing in person.

”I never expected to meet you here, Leader Su.” Fang Muping’s voice had a slight choke.

Su Changxing paused, confirming they hadn’t met before, his memory was sharp, and asked back:

”Have we met before?”

Fang Muping shook his head, a smile appearing on his face, and said:

”No, I haven’t, but I’ve always seen you as a role model, a spiritual role model. I’ve always wanted to meet you, but I always missed the chance.”

Su Changxing was somewhat surprised, not expecting to have such an image in Fang Muping’s eyes: ”You consider this admiration? There’s nothing about me worth admiring.”

”No, no, no.” Fang Muping shook his head, excitement flashing in his eyes: ”I’m very familiar with your deeds, I consider you a hero of the post-apocalyptic era, the only hero. You saved us, and I know if it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be in this situation now.”

”That’s also why many of us support Seventeen without any doubts, I always believe it’s your spirit guiding us.”

Su Changxing’s expression shifted slightly, smiling, he said: ”It’s an honor for you to say so.”

Though his face didn’t show major changes, his heart stirred with a slight sense of being touched.

Every person’s actions, big or small, lead to countless influences, significant or subtle.

Like ripples spreading across the surface of a lake, intertwining, also propelling the world along the trajectory of time.

He never intended to influence others, yet the final result seemed to indeed have a great impact on many.

This is similar to the influence high-tier extraordinaries have over lower-tier ones.

The essence of things holds certain similarities, only manifested differently.

Extraordinary itself conforms to the rules of the world to the maximum extent, building step by step upon them.

Since long ago, he ceased to have random movements, each action being well thought out and calculated.

Especially after acquiring formidable power, he knew every action he took would have significant consequences.

A small pebble and a large rock thrown into water simultaneously will have completely different impacts.

He thought for a moment and said, ”I might not be as noble as you imagine, there’s some mythology involved here.”

Fang Muping responded with extreme certainty: ”I know, but in terms of the outcome, sir, you are a hero, a saint, you saved us.”

”So you deserve such honor no matter what, anyway I hold this belief steadfastly, and I regard you as my role model, constantly holding myself to that standard.”

Su Changxing nodded: ”I can see, you truly are a dedicated team leader.”

He suddenly realized that being a spiritual role model doesn’t differ much from being a god worshipped by countless believers.

He received faith from Fang Muping.

This was indeed a startling revelation.

He initially thought only with a godlike figure could he gather faith, but now, without one, he still managed to gather faith through himself.

The difference here was apparent in itself.

This change seemed to occur after his rebirth, or perhaps at some moment during entering the Ninth Dimension.

Only divine spirits could gather faith.

This was an unchanging iron rule.

A tide of people surged within the gathering place, from children in their teens to white-haired elders, all carrying weapons, heading south towards the gate.

This was an era where everyone was a soldier; as long as one became an extraordinary, they were considered a warrior regardless of their background.

”Are those monsters charging at us!” Fang Muping shouted out a query ahead.

”Not yet, they suddenly stopped outside, all of them stopped, not sure what happened,” a middle-aged man in a gray vest responded to Fang Muping, while looking into the distance.

His gaze could penetrate the black mist in the sky and see things in the far distance, also making him a top scout in Fang Muping’s squad, Zhao Yunshi.

Just as his words ended, Lu Yu approached from the side and stopped in front of Su Changxing:

”Leader Su, the undead outside seem to be gathering, but strangely, despite their numbers being sufficient, they haven’t yet launched an attack, probably meaning a higher-level existence is directing them from behind.”

”What should we do now? Should we launch a direct attack on them, or...”

Su Changxing glanced outside, thought for a moment, and said: ”Since they are not in a hurry, neither should we be, let’s first see what the situation is.”

He suspected that this unrest of the undead was not aimed at the gathering place but specifically targeting him, seeking to retaliate for his previous actions.

This was understandable, likely the main act had arrived.

At the edge of the gathering place, stood a high wall made of cement and steel, over ten meters thick, appearing formidable from afar.

But realistically, such a high wall held little significance for some terrifying monsters.

Just as Su Changxing stood on the high wall, he heard the sound of a dragon roar from the sky, yes, it was a dragon roar.

He had heard the cries of dragon-like creatures before, allowing him to identify it, but this was a deeper, more resonant sound, carrying far, everyone in the gathering place could hear it, sending chills down their spines.

Immediately.

A gigantic purple figure appeared in the sky, flying in an arc, generating a massive air pressure with surrounding black mist swirling with it.

It was a dragon with a pair of huge wings, but also a deceased dragon, existing in this world in another form.

[Zombie Dragon: Tier Six, a giant dragon unwilling to die, sacrificed its soul to the Undead Monarch, thereby gaining an alternate form of immortality, but also receiving eternal constraints.

They are entities despised by all dragon-like creatures, having abandoned the dignity of dragons, synonymous with baseness.

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