Global Game: I Have Portable Store-Chapter 362 - 358: Order Player

The giant raised its palm high, poised to strike the tide of evil spirits once more.

With the previous three attacks, it had already wiped out nearly a hundred evil spirits, so Su Changxing had to disperse them to avoid further concentrated damage.

Zhou An also noticed the effectiveness of the previous attack and immediately threw another flying saber towards the "Priest."

The "Priest" looked in Zhou An’s direction, raised a single hand, and easily caught the flying saber with precision, mocking:

"Just child’s play."

"Bang~" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Before his voice faded, a gunshot rang out, freezing his expression as half of his head exploded under the impact of the bullet.

The giant’s action again halted midair, as the intricate runes on its body flickered continuously.

Su Changxing stood atop a high point, aiming the handgun at the priest’s head and pulling the trigger again.

He had thought his opponent would be very strong, but it seemed that was not the case—unable to avoid Zhou An’s flying saber or his bullet.

The Big-headed Ghost exclaimed: "Divine Envoy... are you okay?"

As he spoke, the "Priest"’s head exploded again, completely vanishing.

This sudden change left everyone present stunned, even the new humans were dumbfounded—could it be their Divine Envoy was defeated just like that?

"Gunsmith?"

The "Priest’s" body did not fall, still standing upright. The neck where it had been cut glowed with dazzling golden light, exactly like how it appeared when Anshan Bridge died.

As if he hadn’t died.

"Boy, you’re courting death!"

A voice akin to static-laden electric pulses echoed in Su Changxing’s ear, identical to the sound he remembered, as if from the same person.

What kind of existence is this?

The headless body tapped its fingers in the air as if typing on a keyboard?

Su Changxing felt the other was indeed typing on a keyboard. The notion seemed comical, yet it was anything but in such an environment.

Golden light continued to spread from the severed neck, coalescing into the likeness of a head—a handsome, long-haired man with deep-set eyes.

Very beautiful.

Very perfect.

Without flaw.

That was Su Changxing’s first impression.

The nighttime wind, accompanied by the sky’s "white snow," intensified as Su Changxing suddenly opened his eyes wide, facing the dim light and running forward without hesitation.

"True Knowledge" pulsated slowly, revealing two keywords.

[High-Tier Order Player is remotely controlling... extremely dangerous...]

A player?

A game?

Su Changxing suddenly recalled that they seemed to exist within a doomsday game.

If there’s a game, then players must exist. Could it be the opponent is the real player, and they were merely a group of nameless NPCs in the game?

No, no.

This place wasn’t enveloped by the doomsday game at all...

The so-called doomsday game might just be a branch; here, it’s pushed aside by something else.

Simply put, this place doesn’t belong to it.

Possibly, he truly got it wrong!

An astonishing hypothesis appeared in Su Changxing’s mind: perhaps this wasn’t a place they should have come to at all.

They should have stayed in the city, obediently waiting for the game to end, with the dead being merely a selection process.

This area isn’t covered by the doomsday game—not because the game can’t reach here, but because the designated area is solely within the city.

To make it more understandable, this place probably serves as an instance of some higher-level game, unrelated to them.

They are the unintended intruders.

Perhaps the player on the other side has realized this too, and from beginning to end, they’ve been quite courteous to them.

There may be a punitive mechanism, preventing them from interfering with other games.

In that case, everything becomes logical—it’s no wonder the actions of the other side have always been intended to drive them away.

They likely are low-level players and thus not subjected to such constraints, simply because they are too weak.

"Bang~"

A bullet shot out in an arc, directly targeting the "Priest’s" current head.

A crescent-shaped golden light appeared in front of him, deflecting the bullet effortlessly.

[Holy Light Protection: Absolute Defense.

Note: Before reaching a certain energy level, you cannot breach it.]

"Ha ha, insects are just insects, this is no different from tickling me."

The giant roared loudly, his voice echoing throughout the entire ruins.

What a truly vile personality...

Su Changxing knew he was destined to be unable to communicate normally with the other side because they aren’t even on the same level.

Would a normal human patiently communicate with a monkey?

Obviously not.

The "Priest’s" fingers continued tapping ceaselessly, and the sense of oppression grew stronger.

The giant’s palm, accompanied by a strong wind pressure, slapped towards Su Changxing, casting a shadow that concealed his figure, hitting the ground and raising dust.

Su Changxing’s body flew backward like a baseball, entering a semi-phantom state, immune to half of the physical damage, withstanding the blow.

This was an ability stolen from Xu Wenfeng.

At the same time, another card shattered in his hand, with Huang Biao’s face on it.

Three-three-six.

[Stolen Wind of Resurgence: Restore sixty percent of lost life force within a short period of time.]

Under the dual effects of treatment, his injuries visibly healed, and upon landing, he sprang back up, continuing to race toward the "Priest."

"Huh~"

The "Priest" squinted at Su Changxing, finally noticing something was amiss.

This bug’s capabilities were too diverse, even though he was just a Tier Eight Extraordinary.

Why is this?

Even in the Extraordinary World, everything adheres to its inherent rules; anything unreasonable stands out, warranting attention.

"A Tier Eight Extraordinary, even with maxed promotion cycles, is impossible."

He smirked, looking at Su Changxing, and shouted:

"Hmm, you must have some secret. Tell me, and I’ll fulfill a request of yours. You must have come here for some reason too."

It was just a probing inquiry, but enough to captivate.

People exhaust everything only when in dire straits with no way out, whereas most retreat when they have an escape route.

Su Changxing understood what the other meant, knowing why he asked.

His position was problematic; as a Deceiver, his position was formed using heretic matrix, enabling him to effortlessly steal others’ abilities.

This ability was in defiance of norms, akin to a bug, not abiding by Extraordinary rules.

But he didn’t trust this unknown entity at all; even if discovered, he wouldn’t reveal his secrets.

Finding a way to kill the opponent was the right path.

After so many days of slaughter, his thoughts became increasingly domineering; if a problem could be solved with fists, it seemed unnecessary to be overly complicated.