Global Game: I Have Portable Store

After the fifth stage,

For a long time, only the four of them remained within the red light circle, as the Slaughter Game entered its final countdown.

A large number of golden streamers flooded into the circle from outside the red light barrier, gathering towards them.

This is the grace of the Land of Slaughter, capable of forming corresponding positions, positions that are one hundred percent compatible with themselves, and the level of the position is related to the amount of grace received.

Since Su Changxing had the most Points, more grace flowed towards him.

As for what exactly this grace was, no one on the forums could say clearly. Su Changxing felt it might be related to the Demon Buddha.

They were like a group of insects absorbing the nutrients left behind by a dead Giant, and Su Changxing was the strongest among these insects, qualified to consume these nutrients.

This time the rewards from the Slaughter Game far exceeded his expectations. Not only did he advance to Tier Six, but he also found a position in Tier Five.

However, due to advancing to Tier Six, all his Mysteriousness was completely depleted, needing to be accumulated again.

For other Extraordinary beings, accumulating Mysteriousness might be a lengthy cycle.

But for him, accumulating Mysteriousness was actually an easy task because, with the discount store, he could clearly know how to obtain Mysteriousness.

[Forming Position]

[Forming Position]

[Forming Position]

...

Such messages continuously appeared on his phone, hundreds of them.

At first, Su Changxing did not notice any problem, but later he realized that the system was glitching again.

This situation lasted for a long time. He wasn’t in a hurry, so he simply sat on the ground, quietly waiting.

Beside him, Qu Ping even sat on the ground, starting to advance. The energy density around him visibly increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Gurulu was the same, squatting on a rock, his skin turning completely black, closing his eyes motionlessly like a stone, yet exuding a palpable immense energy.

The Saintess didn’t choose to advance. She turned her head to Su Changxing and asked, ”Having received such a significant grace, why aren’t you advancing?”

Su Changxing paused, unsure how to explain, and asked in return, ”Why aren’t you advancing? You should have received quite a bit of grace too; your Points are higher than Gurulu’s.”

The Saintess had a charming expression, meaningfully saying, ”As for me, it’s because I’m not satisfied enough. Although this is an Extreme Rank position, it’s still far from enough.”

”You should know that even within the Extreme Rank, there are many levels, and such positions formed by grace can merge with other positions to form higher-grade positions.”

The Saintess indeed held knowledge unknown to the average person.

Su Changxing nodded thoughtfully and suddenly asked, ”Does that count as greed?”

The Saintess shook her head and explained, ”I don’t think so. Beyond Tier Five is extremely difficult, advancing is as tough as climbing to the heavens, so I’m not in a hurry.”

Su Changxing glanced at the messages still repeating on his phone and said, ”Do you know, what is the highest Tier a Player can achieve?”

The Saintess thought for a moment and said, ”Tier Three, but that is already a legendary existence. I haven’t seen one myself, but it’s said such an existence can break the high dimensional rules of the game and travel freely between worlds.”

Su Changxing felt this was different from what he expected, frowned, and said, ”Since Tier Three is the highest a Player can achieve, how are the nine Tiers of Extraordinary beings divided?”

He believed surely some Players reached higher, just that the Saintess didn’t know. But did such existences equate to God?

Su Changxing was silent for a moment, then asked, ”Does the Doomsday Cult have any Tier Three Players?”

The Saintess’ lips turned up, seemingly expecting Su Changxing to ask such a question, ”There are, but they are not Players; they are purely Extraordinary.”

According to some information on the forums, and memories stolen from the Saintess’ mind, Extrordinary beings and Players are related, but theoretically, Extraordinary beings exist before Players.

So.

It’s entirely possible to boldly speculate.

This system of games and Players might have been established by an Extremely powerful Extraordinary being.

But the specific purpose, Su Changxing could not fathom at all.

[Unknown error detected, restarting fix scheme]

[Fixing]

[Fixing]

...

[Unable to fix]

[Form the corresponding position]

[?? Person: Tier Five, Extreme Rank, Incomplete, incomplete position cannot advance,]

Seeing this string of flashing messages gave him a headache, but luckily the Doomsday Game just treated this as some kind of error rather than directly wiping him as a virus.

Unlike when advancing to Tier Six before.

Tier Six was formed using his own massive amount of Mysteriousness, with the help of the discount store.

And Tier Five was formed based on grace, in the Doomsday Game.

So does he still have to find those heretics?

Up until now, he still didn’t quite understand what kind of existence heretics were. The heretics he encountered before seemed to be the weakest, living at the lowest level.

The terror of heretics lies in ignoring rules, like the bug of a plague, irrelevant to strength.

Su Changxing estimated that the Slaughter Game was ending soon, turned to the Saintess, and said, ”Don’t forget your promise. I believe you are a person who keeps your promises.”

The Saintess pouted and said, ”Your trust is really cheap. I don’t even trust myself. What do you think?”

Su Changxing closed his eyes, revealing a faint smile, lightly saying, ”I trust you.”

Just as the words faded, the surroundings turned dark again, as if a long time had passed, light emerged from outside the passage.

”This is the Thundercloud Tower.”

He felt the surroundings were familiar, walked along the dark rocky passage to the outside, light footsteps echoing in his ears.

The sky outside was slightly gloomy, the golden sunset had mostly set, and more people had gathered on the square compared to when they first arrived.

Several days had passed during this period.

The people outside had already learned the results of the Slaughter Game through the leaderboard, but still came to watch, making the square very lively.

This also included the old Monk from Magpie Mountain Temple, standing below the steps, staring at him with a calm face.

”First place!”

”First place!”

”First place!”

...

Such cheers engulfed him as he walked out, as if it were some grand festival, celebrating with wild joy.

Su Changxing felt like he was the Gladiator returning victorious from the Roman colosseum, as if he had received some supreme honor.

A person dressed in a green suit, wearing a black top hat, standing on stilts with a comical appearance, wobbled up the steps, ”Haha, congratulations to the Slaughter Lord for winning first place! Bringing glory to Thundercloud City.”

”Slaughter Lord?”