Chapter 53: Server Upgrade
Chapter 53 of "Galaxy Fall: All My Skills Are Maxed" starts with dramatic events: "Wow... So you want to become one of them? A General?" Carl asked, looking up... Discover what happens!
"Wow... So you want to become one of them? A General?" Carl asked, looking up at Mirabella with eyes wide, filled with a mix of terror and newfound ambition."I don’t just want to be one of them, Carl," Mirabella replied, her voice as sharp as the blades she carried. "I intend to surpass them. This world only respects the weight of your badge and the sharpness of your edge."
She stood up, the Imperial Authority Pass tucked securely in her inventory. ’With the Master Teacher’s backing, I can bypass the bureaucratic filth and reach the heart of the Dragon Empire. I must acquire the Absolute Will skill, and then, no one—not even Hayatobi—will be able to freeze me again.’
"Come on," she commanded. Cupcake leaped into the air, landing perfectly on Mirabella’s right shoulder.
"Where to?" Carl asked, his stance already more alert, mirroring her movements.
"Everywhere. We aren’t just grinding anymore, Carl. We are going on a hunt—a month-long eradication. By the time the servers merge, we won’t just be ready. We will be invincible."
Carl blinked, the image of the silver-haired Hayatobi still burned into his mind. He saw the path Mirabella was carving through the fabric of Galaxy Fall. He took a deep breath, the cold air of the hill filling his lungs. A slow, steady smile spread across his face—a smile that lacked his former innocence.
"A month of hunting," he whispered. "I’m ready."
Time in Galaxy Fall moved differently when every second was spent in combat. A month had vanished in a blur of steel, blood, and the constant chime of Level-Up notifications. The day of the Server Upgrade had arrived.
The streets of Galaxy City were choked with people. Citizens of the game world—NPCs with souls—mingled with players. The ignorant were curious; the knowledgeable were terrified.
Atop the highest spire of the Galaxy Association, two figures stood like gargoyles overlooking a kingdom. Both were dressed in tactical black leather, their silhouettes blending into the shadows of the eaves.
Carl stood with his arms folded, his gaze flat and predatory. This was no longer the boy who stumbled over his own feet. Under Mirabella’s brutal tutelage, he had become a shadow—a Level 29 Assassin who had hit the "Lower Server Cap" weeks ago. Though his level was low compared to Mirabella’s, his lethality was honed; he had learned to kill targets ten levels higher without breaking a sweat.
"Senior sister... when will they arrive?" Carl asked, his voice low and steady, checking the position of the sun.
Mirabella didn’t look at him. Her eyes were fixed on the horizon, but her mind was reviewing her status before the server barrier shattered.
{Name: Mirabella Sunny.}
{Game Nickname: Spectral.}
{Level: Lv99. (0%) (God level).}
{Physical Attack: 100,000.}
{Agility: 150,504.}
{Defense: 1,715,720.}
{Health: 139,325,600.}
{Magic Attack: 100,000.}
{Intellect: 100,000.}
{Spirit energy: 1,701,000/1,701,000.}
{Kills: 15,865.}
{Boss killed: 1,545.}
{World Boss Killed: 167.}
{Neutral Reputation Gained: 3,340.}
{Title (5): (1): World Boss Demon: increase teammates’ and self’s stat by 300%. (2): Heir of sun family: +10,000 in agility. +1,000 in physical attack. +1,000 in magic attack. +10,000 in defense. (3): Monsters Bane: +50,000 in all stats when fighting monsters. (4): Health Ruler: +20,000 Health stats, last for five minutes. (5): Chess Art: Increase speed by 50% when using Chess Art skill.}
{Normal Bloodline: Mage.}
{God rank Bloodline: Royal.}
{Royal Bloodline Skill: All skills gained or copy will be maxed.}
{Royal Bloodline Skill: Assassin Bloodline.}
{Royal Bloodline Skill: Celestial Healing: Can resurrect anyone from death, as long the time of death isn’t above 24 hours.}
{Skills: -MAX (passive skill). High class. -MAX (Active skill). High class. - MAX (Active skill.). High class. -Max Skill (Active skill). - Max skill (passive). - Max (Active skill). -Max (active skill). -Max (active skill). -Max (active skill). -Max (active skill). -Max (active skill). -Max (active skill). -Max (active skill). -Max (active skill). -Max (active skill). -Max (active skill). -Max (active skill). -Max (active skill).}
{Storage: Lighting dagger. Metal dagger. Wind bow. Rhino shield. Sunder. Twin swords. Eagle stars. Skull black armor.}
"In some minutes," Mirabella replied. Her stats were astronomical, the result of killing 167 World Bosses in a single month. She was a walking calamity waiting to be unleashed on the upper servers.
’Finally... I can now control my Multiplier. It just made my life more easier.’ She thought.
Down on the main thoroughfare, the Duke of Galaxy City stood trembling with anticipation, flanked by his family and the elite City Guard.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
The rhythmic pounding of heavy hooves shook the cobblestones. The crowd parted like the Red Sea. Three ornate, armored carriages rolled through the city gates, each pulled by six Nightmare Stallions.
The guards, who were guarding the gate saluted at them, the emblem of a dragon was on right one. The left one having the emblem of a flying black eagle, and lastly, the middle carriage, having the emblem of a unsheathed sword, pointing upward.
These were the representative of the three powerful empires.
The carriages stopped before the Duke. The doors opened in perfect synchronization. Three figures stepped out, their presence so heavy that the gravity in the square seemed to double.
"Wow... Even at Level 29, I feel like an ant before them," Grace whispered from the crowd. She, Philip, and the rest of their guild were tucked away near the fountain.
"Guild leader, what’s the move?" Philip asked, his hand resting on his sword hilt. "We have the intel on the Dragon Empire, but look at the Titan representative... that armor is Legendary tier, easily."
Grace watched the Dragon representative—a woman in flowing red and gold silks that hid a lethality she could only dream of. She remembered Mirabella’s cold advice.
"I’m following the Dragon." Grace said, her voice regaining its strength. She looked at Philip and smiled. "But you don’t have to. Choose the empire that fits your soul, Philip. Don’t let my choice hold you back."
Philip laughed, a short, sharp sound. "Where you go, I follow, Grace. You’ll need someone to make sure you don’t talk your way into a dungeon."
They turned their attention back to the center of the square. The three Imperial Representatives had reached the Duke. The world of Galaxy Fall was about to expand, and the peace of the lower server was officially dead.