Global Game: I Have Portable Store-Chapter 401 - 395: Ice Ring

The strength reaching a certain level can indeed crush the advantage of numbers. At least, Su Changxing still doesn’t feel any pressure.

"Donor Su, are you still okay? I see the zombies are increasing."

The monk asked worriedly, sensing that something was wrong, as if they had no way out.

Su Changxing swung his blade casually, "Weihuo, don’t worry, I definitely won’t let you die here. If you have to die, it will be by my own hands."

The monk calmed himself slightly, trying his best to deal with the zombies at the side. After the position collapsed, his strength was reduced by at least half, but he was still stronger than the average person.

As the battle continued,

Su Changxing felt the cells in his body were being continuously activated, his blade swinging faster and faster, causing the undead tide to briefly stall.

During this time, two relatively large Extraordinary Zombies appeared, but for him, it made no big difference, just required a bit more effort.

Two hours later, the world quieted down once more.

Su Changxing, panting heavily, looked at the zombie corpses all over the ground, feeling the scythe in his hand had become much heavier, with the red patterns more pronounced, looking more like a solid weapon.

The monk, also covered in blood, sat cross-legged among the corpses, silently reciting the Rebirth Scripture.

"If their souls are no longer there, does the Rebirth Scripture still have any use?" Su Changxing sheathed the scythe, using a piece of rag to wipe the dirty blood off the back of his hand.

The monk opened his eyes, stood up, and asked in confusion, "Does it matter?"

"I guess it doesn’t."

Su Changxing nodded in agreement.

Afterward, the two returned to the city hall, where they found several new arrivals, about twenty to thirty people.

Su Changxing seemed to understand how the previous gathering spot was formed.

Huang Longhu, seeing the two covered in black blood, asked in surprise, "Sir, where did you go just now? There seems to be a large undead tide nearby."

Su Changxing responded casually, "Just nearby, killed some zombies, took a stroll. It seems there are a few more newcomers."

Huang Longhu glanced around and whispered,

"Our boss says that in the future, we may have quite a few people turning into zombies, so we need some fresh blood. These new arrivals are all healthy for the time being."

Wu Qingsheng had thought quite a lot.

This is indeed a very correct approach, allowing those who manage to survive to have more chances of staying alive.

Su Changxing casually took out three self-heating hotpots and handed them to the monk, "Change the taste a bit, you handle it."

At this moment, it was approaching seven o’clock, and the discount store was about to refresh again.

The rare item that appeared in the last refresh was somewhat of a dud.

[Life Card (Precious): 60% off, 5000 points]

[Life Card (Precious): Can measure a person’s life, usable three times.

Note: The distance between both parties cannot exceed one space.]

This should be considered the least item in the discount store, while something like "Concentrating" should be considered top-notch.

However, all along, the items from the discount store have been somewhat useful, and each refresh can replenish his ammunition once.

Fifty handgun bullets, thirty revolver bullets.

Because the revolver was used less frequently, he ended up with over a hundred bullets, while there were only a bit over eighty handgun bullets left.

[Ice Ring (Lower Rank B): 30% off, 50,000 points.]

[Ice Ring (Lower Rank B): Jewelry from the Magic Plane of Gao Luoke, inscribed by a top mage with a small Five-Ring Magic, Ice Cover.

Note: The usage cycle is thirty natural days and will vary with the environment.]

"This is a good item."

Su Changxing was momentarily stunned, increasingly feeling the items from the discount store were getting better.

Was it because he was lucky?

Or was there some other reason, some internal rule perhaps.

Spent fifty thousand points to exchange.

A silver-white bracelet appeared on his hand, with a small blue gem hanging from the lower end, looking extraordinarily beautiful.

"Looks like it’s for girls."

Su Changxing didn’t mind, feeling it was practical enough. Based on the points, its power must be formidable, usable as a trump card.

Moreover, he was quite eager to see what so-called magic was like, his curiosity piqued by such fantastical things.

Just as he was fiddling with the bracelet, Qu Zhaoyu came over, smiling and asked, "Um... brother, was there something you needed me for?"

Su Changxing put on the bracelet, lowered his gaze, and said after looking up at him, "Hmm, sit down, no need to stand, want to ask you something."

Qu Zhaoyu, sitting upright, flattered him, "This bracelet is really nice, very fitting for your hand, brother."

Su Changxing’s face twitched slightly, feeling Qu Zhaoyu’s flattery skills were as inferior as the Life Card, taking a deep breath and asked,

"Qu Zhaoyu, when you were dispatched, was everyone from your class in the same area?"

Qu Zhaoyu didn’t think much before replying immediately, "Not everyone, but a significant portion from our school is in this area."

Su Changxing thought for a moment and asked, "Have you seen Wang Liang, or heard any news about him? He should have been attending night classes with you."

Wang Liang was considered his childhood friend, with whom he shared a good relationship, though they were in different classes within the same department. On that day, several classes were having a political class together.

Qu Zhaoyu was slightly surprised, "You really are Su Changxing!"

Su Changxing chuckled softly, "What? Haven’t seen me in a while and don’t recognize me anymore?"

Qu Zhaoyu looked at him again, "You’ve changed so much. I thought you seemed a bit like him, but then thought it couldn’t be. It’s a miracle you survived, and now you can even stand!"

Su Changxing pointed to his broken left hand jokingly, "Although my leg’s healed, one of my hands is now gone... So, have you received any news about Wang Liang?"

At this point, Qu Zhaoyu’s expression changed, "We met once. He was with some others, but later I heard they encountered an undead tide, and it seems no one survived."

"Is that so?"

Su Changxing’s face remained calm, without any significant reaction.

He had anticipated such a situation; the likelihood of Wang Liang’s death was high, especially since he was a very impulsive person.

Impulsive people are more likely to die in an environment filled with danger.

Su Changxing nodded, "Thanks for letting me know. You haven’t eaten dinner yet, have you? Let’s have a bite together."

Qu Zhaoyu was momentarily stunned by Su Changxing’s generosity, quickly responded, "Then thank you, Brother Su."

The air was filled with the spicy aroma of beef tallow.

No one could refuse such a smell—at least he couldn’t, especially someone who had been hungry for several days.