Global Game: I Have Portable Store-Chapter 272 - 271: Black Mist

"I know this."

The young man nodded and said, "We discussed this on the forum, but many people don’t believe it. After all, these Hunters have always been slaughtering us."

His name is Xu Wenfeng, still just a high school student, and only yesterday he followed some others here to this gathering place based on information from the forum.

Geng Wanchun’s lips curled into a peculiar smile. He said, "Extraordinaries are definitely different; they don’t need to live so miserably."

Xu Wenfeng turned his head and said, "I want to join A-team, but my combat power is too weak. It’s a pity because I’ve heard that joining A-team gives you a great chance to become an Extraordinary."

Opposite, a woman with a mole on her nose, with some attractiveness, said hoarsely:

"I’ve heard that at least half of them died this time. I think it’s better not to join; dying would not be worth it. You’d better not get yourself into trouble."

This thought might be correct.

In just one day, A-team had almost half of its people dead. It’s terrifying, almost like a suicide mission.

A-team is comprised of the most elite personnel in the settlement, with extraordinary combat power, definitely capable of taking down several ordinary people at once.

One can imagine how dangerous it is to join A-team.

Geng Wanchun contemplated something and suddenly said:

"Some things aren’t as simple as they seem. Up until now, no one has quit A-team, which indicates that the benefits of joining outweigh the risks."

He glanced at an Evil Spirit floating in the distance, his eyes becoming even darker. A finger-thick black mist slipped outside the door from his shadow.

Xu Wenfeng was startled for a moment, not expecting the seemingly conservative Professor Geng to agree with his thoughts, and said in a deep voice:

"Signs of corpse transformation have already appeared on the forum. Doesn’t this also mean that we might experience corpse transformation ourselves..."

The words weren’t finished, but everyone else understood his meaning. Fewer people spoke, and the atmosphere felt even more silent.

Tao Yi silently watched this scene from the shadows, essentially monitoring.

Geng Wanchun suspected those on the list and, having entered the Blood Moon World himself, served as a squad leader, understanding information about the defenses of the stronghold.

Suddenly.

Su Changxing sensed something unusual on the other side; an Evil Spirit lost contact.

A scene appeared in his mind.

A cloaked figure wielding a giant scythe, its face hidden in shadow, possessing immense attack power, scattered the Evil Spirit with just one blow.

Meanwhile, the screams of monkeys came from downstairs.

"It’s acted again."

Su Changxing immediately stood up, gestured to Huang Biao, and walked towards the door.

As he stepped outside, another Evil Spirit lost contact, again at the hands of that scythe-wielding cloaked figure.

"So quickly?"

Su Changxing furrowed his brows; two Evil Spirits in different locations were almost simultaneously attacked. There were no others around these two Evil Spirits, only some Black Death Monkeys ambushed.

When Su Changxing arrived at the attacked location, all he saw were several Black Death Monkeys looking around, having lost their target, seemingly confused.

"Is it just to remove the Evil Spirit?"

Su Changxing contemplated the other’s purpose while picking up his phone to see a message from Zhu Wenwu.

...

"Zhu Xin Xue, your brother displayed impressive prowess this time, taking down four or five Hunters on his own."

"Really, so fierce? I find it hard to believe."

...

Zhu Wenwu was resting and chatting with Zhu Xin Xue when his face suddenly changed; he stood up from the bench and said:

"No, that’s not right!"

Zhu Xin Xue blinked, a bit puzzled: "Huh? What’s wrong?"

She thought Zhu Wenwu might be too stressed, leading to sensitivity.

Zhu Wenwu rubbed his forehead, recalling the scene from before in the Blood Moon, where Geng Wanchun was nailed to the dark street by a scythe and struggled, saying in a deep voice:

"I seem to know who the murderer is. Stay here with the others and don’t wander around. I’ll be back shortly."

He immediately messaged Su Changxing, informing him of this discovery:

"Geng Wanchun is problematic. Previously, in the Blood Moon World, Geng Wanchun was also pierced through the chest by a scythe but didn’t end up dead."

Geng Wanchun?

Tao Yi had already left the previous spot.

Su Changxing immediately directed Tao Yi back to the previous location and ran in that direction, trusting Zhu Wenwu’s assessment.

They had driven that presence in the shadows to the edge of desperation, and the opponent would inevitably make a last stand.

This clearly appeared to be a diversion tactic.

Geng Wanchun stood at the door, closed it behind him with his hand and said slowly:

"Some matters are just frustrating; we are all forced without any choice."

Xu Wenfeng’s eyes widened, sensing something amiss, he stammered: "Professor Geng... what’s wrong with you."

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead; he clearly saw some black mist swirling around Geng Wanchun, similar to the red mist of the Blood Moon, but of a different color.

Others also sensed the unusualness and retreated, distancing themselves from Geng Wanchun.

The middle-aged man’s hand dropped the biscuit onto the ground, breaking it, he said with an awkward smile: "Professor Geng, what’s going on? What’s happening?"

The black mist had enveloped the entire space, isolating the outside noise; it was like a small black cage.

"Ha, Old Bai, aren’t you asking this on purpose?"

Geng Wanchun’s eyes turned completely black, devoid of whites, with a hint of coldness on his face, he said:

"Honestly, I didn’t want to kill you, but there is no other option. If you wish to blame someone, blame Su Changxing."

Though he had become stronger, the oppressive presence of Su Changxing was suffocating, making him not dare show himself.

The black mist formed into a silhouette behind Geng Wanchun, wielding a giant, darkened scythe. Just by looking at it, one could feel the sharpness of the blade.

The person called Old Bai wore a stunned expression: "You’re the murderer! Why, with such power, would you attack us?"

In his eyes, Geng Wanchun was a person with a sense of justice, someone with bravery.

Geng Wanchun showed a sympathetic expression: "This world is far more complicated than you can imagine. Unfortunately, you will die in ignorance."

There was no sound, or rather, the sound was very faint.

The cloaked figure pierced Old Bai’s chest with a single scythe, and dark purple energy rapidly spread across his body.

Old Bai died in an instant.

The cloaked figure’s body subsequently became more solid, and a look of relief appeared on Geng Wanchun’s face.

The others had no thought of resistance in the face of such a scene, simply leaning against the wall, staring blankly at Geng Wanchun as if praying for mercy.

The woman with a black mole on her nose knelt on the ground, crying out:

"Professor Geng, Professor Geng, spare me, and I’ll do anything. I won’t speak a word of today’s events."

She had no other thoughts, only wanting to survive. To live is reality; everything else is illusion.

"Swoosh~"

Another slash.

The woman was pinned to the ground, her blood splattered on the back of the scythe gradually disappeared, as if absorbed by the scythe.

No screams, dead instantly, as though Death had claimed her soul.

Geng Wanchun walked forward unhurriedly, the scythe raised high again, slicing through the black mist to create an afterimage, leaving another corpse on the ground, dead.

Xu Wenfeng’s eyes trembled, he shouted, dragging a steel saber, and charged towards Geng Wanchun.