Global Game: I Have Portable Store-Chapter 53: I Love Killing in My Dreams

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: I Love Killing in My Dreams
They want to eat me?
The little boy was not afraid at all, only found it amusing, tilted his head, and showed a strange smile.
"Squeak~"
The iron door was slowly pushed open.
Horrifying screams echoed in the underground of the police station.
A group of people hiding in the underground of the police station went crazy running towards the surface, one after another they fell; some ran out, some stayed here forever.
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A scream sharper than before came from below.
Lin Xiuyu felt a pang of anxiety, completely shocked, gasped: "This level of Spiritual Attack! The monster’s ability is much stronger than we anticipated, it’s probably already A-level."
Then, with a face full of relief, he said to Cai Jing: "Luckily we have self-heating rice in front of us, the two of us would be dead for sure."
Cai Jing frowned slightly and said: "Can you see below? The self-heating rice seems not dead yet."
Lin Xiuyu rubbed the back of his head, saying: "With markers, it should work, although it’s somewhat mind-taxing."
His Superpower allows him to see the surroundings of marked people within a certain range, but this ability consumes a great amount of Spiritual Power, and he usually wouldn’t use it.
In the Darkness, the young man was knocked against the wall and slowly closed his eyes amidst the screams.
"Dead? No, not yet."
Lin Xiuyu noticed that Su Changxing’s aura not only didn’t weaken, but seemed to be strengthening, and there appeared to be superpower fluctuations, faintly visible, eventually quietly disappearing.
"Superpower? Perhaps not?"
This was the first time he saw such a situation, suddenly having superpower fluctuations, yet disappearing again.
Cai Jing was made curious by Lin Xiuyu’s startled expressions, asking: "What’s going on?"
Lin Xiuyu frowned in confusion, saying: "The self-heating rice is behaving strangely, seems dead yet isn’t. Seems like a superpower user yet perhaps not."
Cai Jing asked perplexedly: "What do you mean?"
Lin Xiuyu thought for a while and explained: "He’s neither Ordinary People nor a Superpower User, but is somewhat similar to us Superpower Users. If we refer to all as Extraordinary, he is already one of them."
"Got it."
Cai Jing took out her phone and sent a voice message: "Team leader, we encountered an Extraordinary person, but Lin Xiuyu determined he isn’t a Superpower User. Also, the monster in the police station should be above A-level, and that Extraordinary person is inside. Hmm, most likely that Extraordinary person will die inside."
Extraordinary?
The middle-aged wearing sunglasses couldn’t help but chuckle, guessing this is another term invented by Lin Xiuyu, but what does Extraordinary refer to?
If it implies being different from a Superpower, how did this person acquire such Power, in this world or the real world?
From what he knows, reality doesn’t lack other Extraordinary Power, just has disappeared, but hasn’t never existed.
A possibly Flying Sword-like item is preserved in the nation’s secret museum. He personally saw it but couldn’t move it, it’s only five feet yet weighs three tons and is made of indestructible material.
He also heard of an ancient wooden staff in Europe that can draw flames on the ground, though essentially useless, yet truly impressive.
The middle-aged man pondered a moment, replying: Given this, just observe, don’t provoke that monster, I have no energy to handle it now.
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In the continued screams, Su Changxing slowly stood up, but his eyes remained closed, his whole self in an unconscious status.
The scream surging like mountains and oceans seemed to have no effect on him.
Su Changxing paused, suddenly charged towards the open-mouthed little boy, and punched out.
The little boy’s scream raised an octave, an enormous pushing force scattered around him.
Under the pushing force, Su Changxing took two steps back then stopped, his facial features bleeding.
In the next moment, he again, like nothing happened, charged at the little boy and simply punched his face, the scream abruptly ceased.
"Bang~"
The little boy was punched flying, just like Su Changxing before, heavily crashing against the wall.
Sitting on a high platform, Lin Xiuyu was stunned at the scene; the monster compared to an A-level Superpower User was silenced by that person with a punch.
He stuttered: "This, this is too monstrous, he punched the monster on its head."
In the Darkness, Su Changxing didn’t pause, charged barehanded again toward the little boy fallen against the wall, punched heavily on its abdomen, bright red blood mixed with flesh sprayed from the little boy’s mouth.
Punched by Su Changxing again and again, the little boy wore a relieved expression on its face, repeatedly self-talking: "I still love you, still love you."
One punch after another, the little boy’s Life Force was unimaginably great, only when its entire form became unrecognizable did it completely die.
Su Changxing then punched over ten more times to stop, panting heavily, eyes still tightly shut.
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"This is too brutal, he punched over a hundred times to forcibly kill that monster."
"Brother, the knife is right beside you, hitting its head it would’ve died long ago."
"Alas, he’s dead already, no need to corpse whip him."
Lin Xiuyu watched in shock, with chills running down his spine, while vehemently complaining: "He’s definitely a deranged killer, feels more like a monster, might he be from prison 024?"
Cai Jing sat beside, watching Lin Xiuyu soaking in self-congratulation, weakly asked: "What happened?"
Lin Xiuyu realized he seemed out of line, deeply inhaled and said: "Self-heating rice killed the monster, extremely violently."
"What?"
Cai Jing was somewhat puzzled, wondering what bloody scene hasn’t she seen in their line of work, for Lin Xiuyu to find it violent.
"He punched that monster severally, and was entirely unaffected by the monster’s Spiritual attack." Lin Xiuyu showed a contemplative look, saying: "Looking at this, I stand no chance against him."
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Su Changxing felt exhausted, like having run hundreds of kilometers, as if experiencing eight hundred rounds in one night.
In the next moment, he abruptly opened his eyes, woke up to find himself standing, puzzled: "I’m not dead... where’s that little boy?"
The heavy smell of blood filled the air, Su Changxing looked down to find a broken corpse, it was the little boy’s, and looked at his hands, already scraped numb, and the clothes splattered with fresh blood.
"He’s dead, killed by me."
Su Changxing gazed at the corpse on the ground, feeling indescribable, he already knew about the little boy’s matters.
The little boy should still be human, except seeming to have significant mental issues. He is one of the remaining humans in this world, perhaps even the last remaining human.