Global Game: I Have Portable Store-Chapter 378 - 372: The Ashen Dead End

Heavily falling onto the pile of white ash, Zhu Wenwu felt as if all his bones had come apart, like being disassembled and reassembled.

"Ha, still not dead, huh."

He wiped his face, covered in fresh blood, and the white ash on his hand quickly turned red and dissolved.

The sky was filled with thick smoke, and the air was permeated with a foul smell, like the burning of rotten rat carcasses.

"Brother Su, are you okay?"

He turned to look at Su Changxing beside him.

"······"

Su Changxing lay on the ground with closed eyes, unresponsive, his breath faint and fleeting.

Zhu Wenwu slowly climbed up from the ground, intense pain emanating from his entire body, his brain extremely exhausted.

At this moment, he only wanted to fall into a deep sleep.

He feebly lifted Su Changxing’s body, stepping forward one step at a time, leaving bloody footprints on the white ash-covered ground with his bare feet.

He had no idea why he could still stand up; it was unreasonable. More than a dozen of his bones were broken, and who knew what state his muscles were in.

Most of his clothes were torn, his shoes were nowhere to be found; he knew his current appearance must be incredibly pathetic.

"Heh, I better not let Zhu Xin Xue see me like this, or she’ll surely scold me again."

He muttered to himself, as if talking to Su Changxing.

Gradually, he seemed to lose all sense; previously he felt his feet were cold and the surroundings hot, but now he felt nothing.

With the white ash falling from the sky, he slowly moved forward, step by step.

Each step was taken earnestly, every step taken with all his strength, each step seemed like a miracle.

"Brother Su, I really want to live on, but I think you need to survive even more than I do, so you can’t die."

"I used to think that if we made it back alive, I’d definitely buy you a drink, but now it seems there’s no chance."

"It’s a pity, we didn’t know each other for long enough, I regret that we couldn’t have met sooner······"

"If possible, please take care of my sister, let her make it back alive······"

He rambled on, talking to himself, his steps becoming slower and slower, until it took him a long time to take a single step, his body stiffening in the cold wind.

This white wasteland seemed boundless, endless, as if it wasn’t the road they came on.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, when at some moment, that figure in the white ash quietly fell.

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It was like having a nightmare, sleeping for a long, long time.

A sharp pain radiated from his head.

The surroundings were unbearably cold.

"Cough cough cough~"

Su Changxing regained consciousness, opened his eyes, coughing violently, seeing the white ash falling from the sky and the gray sky.

Apart from the white ash, the world seemed to be turned upside down in a split second and then came to a halt.

"Where is this?"

He thought the environment was both strange and familiar, certainly a place he’d never been, but it seemed like he’d seen it somewhere before.

No one answered.

He struggled to sit up from the ground, the accumulated white ash on his clothes rolling off like sand. His left hand still gripped his revolver, but his hand had lost all sensation, turning pale white, only his arm could still move.

"Zhu Wenwu?"

He turned his head to see Zhu Wenwu lying nearby, covered in white ash, one hand still clutching his clothes.

No sign of life could be felt.

He brushed away the white ash, revealing Zhu Wenwu’s pitch-black face, full of black lines that were still wriggling, his eyes open but devoid of any spark, a thick layer of frost covering his eyeballs.

He was dead.

Su Changxing’s face stiffened, feeling his brow tremble continuously, his neck tightening, biting his teeth hard.

"How could······"

"How could······"

He murmured, lying on the ground, banging his head against it, creating an increasingly larger hole, blood trickling from his forehead.

He was still alive, but Zhu Wenwu was dead.

"You shouldn’t have died here, you shouldn’t have come with me."

Su Changxing breathed heavily, veins bulging on his neck, but the rest of his body felt powerless, as if paralyzed.

He shouted: "Brain, what is going on, didn’t you say I was doomed, why am I still alive."

Still, no one responded.

He opened his backpack, seeing the glow in the sockets of the skull had extinguished, turning into an ordinary skull.

Immediately, he discovered the Two-Faced People’s necklace had shattered, leaving only the half with open eyes.

[Life Substitute]

[Life Substitute: Life transfer, an extremely evil life-changing technique, deceiving the rules of life, substituting one’s death with another’s, with extremely harsh release conditions.]

"Heh, so you were lying to me after all, as expected, those so-called contracts are all deceitful······ but is this your choice? Unexpected?"

Su Changxing hadn’t expected the skull to do this.

This was its backup plan.

"Devious as me, huh."

He gave a wry smile, feeling surprised, took out a bottle of water from the backpack, drank it down, the coolness passing through his chest.

Afterward, he lay down, closed his eyes, his vision gradually elevating, observing the surroundings, seeing the black smoke rising in the direction of the Energy Station.

The first thing he needed to do was get away from the Energy Station.

If he stayed here too long, he feared he would still die.

However, this location wasn’t right, it wasn’t the path they took before, but now he had almost lost the ability to move swiftly, he could only grit his teeth and move forward.

He moved along the direction away from the Energy Station, using his limbs and abdomen to crawl slowly forward, progressing at a snail’s pace, but at least he was moving, not waiting to die in place.

After crawling for a while, he unexpectedly saw a ghostly green scythe with red engravings stuck in the ground ahead.

"Tao Yi?"

Su Changxing sensed Tao Yi’s faint consciousness, very weak, as if it might disperse at any moment.

"Come here."

The scythe transformed into a ghostly light, flying toward him, merging into the pendant.

"But why is it in the form of a physical weapon?"

He was puzzled, Tao Yi’s status was strange, the Spirit Body merged into the scythe, becoming a real part of her.

After entering the pendant, Tao Yi’s consciousness stabilized, just a moment ago it almost completely collapsed.

Su Changxing continued crawling forward, his body slowly recovering with the help of Deep Dream’s ability, his speed gradually increasing from initially snail-like to turtle pace.

By the time it got dark, he barely crawled out of the danger zone and reached a place full of withered trees.

The white ash disappeared, revealing warm brown soil.

His phone still had no signal, but he felt much better, leaning against a relatively wide withered tree, biting open a can of yellow peaches with his teeth, and started eating.