Global Game: I Have Portable Store

”What is that thing?” Su Changxing asked, noticing that there was related information on his phone.

[Ranked first in the Slaughter Game, awarded the title of Slaughter Lord]

[Slaughter Lord: In this game, you have proven to be the strongest at your level. This title has a deterrent effect on Extraordinary beings at the same tier.]

The title he earned this time was completely different from the one he received in the Zombie World, his profile frame turned gold, with the words ”Slaughter Lord” written on it.

”The person who ranks first in this Slaughter Game is called Slaughter Lord.” The man bowed slightly, smiled, and said, ”Let me introduce myself, Han Yiming, the steward of Thundercloud City.”

Su Changxing asked calmly, ”Does this title of Slaughter Lord hold any significance?”

”It’s a special title that grants you some special player rights, and of course, it’s a testament to strength.” Han Yiming raised his head to explain to Su Changxing.

Su Changxing nodded, ”Is there anything you need me for? It’s not just to celebrate my victory, is it?”

Han Yiming remained quite humble, continued smiling and said, ”Of course, it’s also to celebrate, but there’s another more important matter.”

Su Changxing raised an eyebrow, ”What matter?”

Han Yiming said, ”Because the Slaughter Lord won first place, the City Lord wants to meet you.”

Su Changxing thought for a moment and said, ”Isn’t it said that the City Lord hasn’t appeared for a long time? Is he still in the Eighth Dimension?”

Han Yiming shook his head and said, ”Not anymore, but the City Lord remains quite responsible, always paying attention to matters here. He was the first to know when Slaughter Lord won first place.”

Su Changxing couldn’t fathom why this so-called City Lord wanted to meet him—kind intentions or malicious ones?

Regardless, the meeting was inevitable.

After all, in this high-dimensional world, players cannot die, and in this main city, no one else can attack him.

He wasn’t too afraid.

”Can it be now? If it’s later, I might not have the time.” Su Changxing said.

Han Yiming nodded and said, ”Yes, right now. Slaughter Lord, come with me, the City Lord is waiting for you at the City Lord’s Mansion.”

He led Su Changxing down the steps of the Thundercloud Tower, where the old monk from Magpie Mountain Temple stood beside the stairs, watching him.

”Did you kill him?” The old monk said calmly, his eyes filled with the light of Buddha.

Su Changxing smiled, faced the old monk’s aura without backing down: ”That’s quite evident, why bother asking? Magpie Mountain Temple’s Buddha Son is just so-so.”

Upon saying this.

The old monk’s face turned even darker. He never expected the Buddha Son to die inside because he knew the Buddha Son’s strength was comparable to that of ordinary Tier Five Extraordinary beings.

He couldn’t comprehend how Su Changxing managed to win the competition in such an outrageous manner.

Previously, outside the Thundercloud Tower, he tested Su Changxing’s strength, which was roughly around Tier Six, not any stronger.

The old monk sneered and said, ”You have strength, but you better not leave Thundercloud City.”

Upon hearing this, Han Yiming showed displeasure and said, ”Abbot, grievances from the Slaughter Game cannot be carried outside, it’s the rule. Hope your Magpie Mountain Temple knows better, the City Lord is paying attention to this matter.”

Mentioning the City Lord, the old monk’s expression slightly changed. He had lived a long life and seen many people, including the City Lord of Thundercloud City who had emerged from the Slaughter Game.

The old monk appeared friendly and laughed, ”I have a deep connection with the Slaughter Lord as well, where’s the talk of grievances? I even specifically instructed Buddha Son to preserve the Slaughter Lord if capable.”

Han Yiming reiterated, ”Grudges from the Slaughter Game cannot be brought outside. Participants sign a death contract; if they die, they can’t blame others, it’s just inferior skills.”

The old monk said nothing more and turned to leave, chanting softly: ”Amitabha!”

It seemed significant.

Also a blatant threat, Su Changxing could feel the underlying menace.

The old monk was very powerful, even though his own strength had greatly increased, he wasn’t entirely confident.

After all, he was an ancient monster, possessing a position that granted him extensive longevity, a nearly immortal body.

A Tier Five Extraordinary being, even in the Wizard World, was akin to half a Wizard King.

Extraordinary beings like the old monk might have the strength of a Wizard King.

Moreover, the Saintess had mentioned, Magpie Mountain Temple definitely housed more powerful entities, likely Tier Four Extraordinary beings, just for some reason they remained hidden.

The City Lord of Thundercloud City is most likely a Tier Four Extraordinary.

Han Yiming led him through the crowd towards the City Lord’s Mansion, surrounded by constant cheering, with some female players shouting ”Lucky Child.”

This made Su Changxing feel a bit embarrassed, a random pseudonym from the forum now being called out loudly.

”The title of Slaughter Lord is now widely known, especially in our Thundercloud City.” Han Yiming flattered as they walked.

Su Changxing found it curious, even if he ranked first in the Slaughter Game.

The other party was the steward of the City Lord, and in the City Lord’s absence, he was the nominal manager, should have no need to be so humble towards Su Changxing.

Red lanterns hung along the street, at varying heights, creating a festive atmosphere.

”Do you have any idea what the City Lord wants?” Su Changxing asked casually while looking around.

Han Yiming chuckled, ”I dare not speculate the City Lord’s affairs, you see I’m the City Lord’s steward, but I’m just like a dog beside him.”

He likened himself to a dog, speaking with an unruffled composure, as if discussing an everyday matter.

This reminded Su Changxing of the relationship between emperors and eunuchs in ancient dynasties, with the City Lord of Thundercloud City as the emperor and Han Yiming as the eunuch.

Su Changxing was sure Han Yiming’s attitude towards others wasn’t the same, at least not that humble, possibly even arrogant.

The City Lord’s Mansion looks normal from the outside, with high walls and guards with swords at the entrance.

However, following Han Yiming inside, things felt off.

The floor was pure white, glowing faintly at night, and large, round-headed robots could be seen hovering back and forth.

Su Changxing asked, ”What are these robots for?”

Han Yiming succinctly replied, ”They are just some servants, mainly responsible for maintaining the normal operations of the City Lord’s Mansion.”

Then, Han Yiming led Su Changxing to a gray, tiered square house. Though the house didn’t occupy much space, it was centrally located in the City Lord’s Mansion.

They arrived at the top floor of this tiered house, which was very spacious and empty, except for a silver metallic sphere floating in the air, slowly rotating and emitting a strange sound, like stones continuously splashing in water.

”Our City Lord is waiting for you here,” Han Yiming pointed to the location of the metallic sphere and said.

Su Changxing mused, ”Your City Lord is a metallic sphere?”

His ability to accept things was currently strong.

Even if the City Lord of Thundercloud City was a silver metallic sphere capable of floating, he could still readily accept it.

Han Yiming coughed, ”Of course not; this is a device capable of interdimensional communication, though it seems the signal is being interfered with. It should be fine in a moment.”

After saying this, he walked out the door, pushing it shut from behind.

The room fell into complete silence, and the sound of the metallic sphere rotating became clearer. Soon, misty light appeared all around.

A black mist, with an indistinct face emerging from within.

”Are you the one who won first place in this Game of Futu?”

A deep voice emanated from the metallic sphere, its original tone disguised beyond recognition.

Su Changxing smiled, nodded, and said, ”Yes, City Lord, is there something you need from me?”

”Do you know what winning first place in the Game of Futu indicates?”

”What does it indicate?” Su Changxing calmly asked in return.

”It indicates you can undoubtedly become a Tier Four Extraordinary, perhaps even stepping into Tier Three.”

”You seem to come from a lower-level world, with limited understanding of Extraordinaries, and might not realize how difficult it is to go from Tier Five to Tier Four.”

The City Lord of Thundercloud City appeared to have gathered much information about him, concluding that he came from a lower-level world.

Su Changxing wasn’t surprised by this, knowing that by obtaining first place, countless players would surely pay attention to him.

”Is there any significance to it? My understanding is very shallow, coming from a world on the brink of destruction, in a state of apocalypse,” Su Changxing humbly inquired.

As a high-tier Extraordinary, the City Lord of Thundercloud City surely held some crucial information regarding the Doomsday Game.

”In reality, in every world dominated by the Doomsday Game, such a process occurs, wherein a large number of players emerge.”

”But as far as I know, every such world ultimately perished, without exception.”

The words from the City Lord of Thundercloud City shocked Su Changxing, leading him to speculate about some terrifying truths.

Without waiting for Su Changxing to speak, the City Lord continued, ”As for why this happens, we’ve researched for many years but have not found a definitive answer.”

”It’s as if a beginning and an end have been set, then the process in between is generated; the process can vary infinitely, but eventually, it all leads to one result, which is destruction.”

”Yet this is quite normal; everyone has a day they die, and worlds are no exception, so every second new worlds are born, and every second countless worlds perish.”

Su Changxing was silent for a long time, pondering deeply, during which the City Lord also remained silent, seemingly waiting for him to think.

”Then, is there such a thing as parallel worlds?” Su Changxing suddenly asked.

He recalled the head he encountered in the Zombie World, seemingly the same person as him, only living a completely different life after a certain point.

”Parallel worlds? What exactly are they?” the City Lord unexpectedly asked, seemingly unaware of them.

Su Changxing thought and explained, ”Perhaps they are two identical worlds. Until a particular point in time, the same things happen, with the same people, everything identical.”

”Then after a certain point, due to some reason, the two worlds diverge onto completely different paths. This is probably what you call parallel worlds, with similar people but different events happening.”

After hearing Su Changxing’s explanation, the City Lord of Thundercloud City remained silent for a while, seemingly contemplating the plausibility, then said:

”Is this your imagination, or do these parallel worlds truly exist?”

Hearing the City Lord’s question, Su Changxing was momentarily stunned, assuming that someone of the City Lord of Thundercloud City’s stature would know about parallel worlds.

But it seemed not; the other was apparently unaware of them.

This was perplexing.

Back then, he definitely encountered the head in that world, another person named Su Changxing.

Thinking this, he suddenly felt he walked into a dead end, with logical connections suddenly breaking down, even beginning to doubt the reality of the Zombie World.

What if all that was merely a constructed illusion by the Doomsday Game?

No.

It shouldn’t be.

Such assumptions are fundamentally flawed and meaningless.

Pausing this fruitless thought process, Su Changxing looked up at the floating silver sphere and said:

”I once met another me, so I believe in the existence of so-called parallel worlds. I thought you, City Lord, would know.”