My Passive Skills Are Invincible
Chapter 182

“Anything!” Richards Gerald raised the short knife in his hand and shouted.

Then, the entire Centaur tribe started chanting these slogans one after another.

“Anything!”

“Anything!”

“Anything!”

..

Mike looked at the scene in front of him and was slightly stunned. He opened his mouth.

He originally intended that they could say anything, as long as he could vent his emotions.

.

Although who knows that these Centaurs actually misunderstood Mike's intentions, thinking that “whatever” is the right thing to say right now.

He really wanted to explain, but seeing the excitement of these Centaurs, he did not have the heart to say so.

“Forget it, let it go. As long as they think it's good, it's okay.”

Mike smiled helplessly and shook his head.

He felt that he had to leave this parallel world and return to the Second World.

However, after waiting for a while, he realized that he was still in the same place.

“Why haven't I returned yet? Isn't the mission over?”

Mike looked around confused.

According to the game's normal plot, the Goblins invade the Centaurs, and then Mike leads the Centaurs to revolt. This should be the completion of the main storyline mission.

Why haven't I come back yet?

“We still don't know your name. May I know your name?”

“F * ck!” Mike subconsciously said this, not hearing the question clearly.

By the time he reacted, it was already too late.

“So your name is Lord F*ck?” Richards Gerald looked at Mike excitedly.

“Life Lord F *ck!”

“Life Lord F *ck!” the Centaurs started cheering around Mike. Some Centaurs even took the initiative to lift Mike up and throw him into the air before catching him.

Mike was really dumbfounded.

God F* ck?

Wait, so this is how Lord F*ck happened?!

Mike didn't expect things to develop like this.

He actually achieved this even in a parallel world.

In other words, the reason why the Centaurs in the Second World game believed in Lord F*ck was because humans had done something similar before?

Mike smiled helplessly. History is very similar, even in parallel worlds.

Mike tried to stop them calling him “Lord F*ck”.

However, these Centaurs were very excited and did not listen to Mike at all.

After they dropped Mike off, Mike said,

“Uhm, please wait a minute, uhm ..”

Mike wanted to explain his name, but these Centaurs all looked at him with anticipation.

“What's up, Mr F * ck?”

“Do you have any orders, Lord F * ck?”

Mike can't say it.

Forget it, Lord F* ck then.

Mike reached out to cover his face and compromise. He pointed at the Goblin corpse on the ground and said,

“You should immediately clean the scene. If you piled up these corpses here, after a while, the corpses would become smelly, rotten, and even cause a plague.”

Hearing this, the excitement of the Centaurs soon diminished, and they began to get nervous.

Many Centaurs started digging holes with their horse hooves and then piled the corpses of the Goblins into the holes to bury them.

Mike nodded in satisfaction and returned to his cabin to sleep.

However, what he doesn't know is that another part of Centaur, feeling uneasy, is staring at Mike's back with complicated eyes.

..

The next day, when Mike opened his eyes, he still found himself in the cabin.

“Still can't come back?” Mike sat and looked at the neighborhood of the small house.

It's still dirty and messy.

Since he could not return for now, it was better to clean up the small house.

As soon as Cordontimus returned, he had to talk to him about cleanliness. It was so dirty and messy that it was not livable.

After Mike got out of bed, he was ready to see how the village was now. Perhaps he could trigger another task, and he might be able to return once he had completed it.

However, as he pushed the door open, he saw some Centaurs discussing something in the middle of the village with a worried expression.

“Good morning.” Mike took the initiative to greet them and walked towards them.

When the Centaurs heard Mike's voice, they all turned their heads with a complicated look in their eyes.

Mike looked at their eyes and felt a little confused.

“What happened?”

The Centaurs looked at each other and hesitated for a moment before finally saying it.

“Gerald left the village this morning with some of his clan members and the weapons he got last night.”

“With weapons? Leave village? Where did they go?”

Mike was a little stunned and unwilling to ask.

The centaur hesitated again. He stomped on the ground with his two front hooves and said,

“Looks like they.. go for revenge on the Goblins..”.

“What?!” Mike raised his voice.

This centaur has changed too fast. They had just managed to resist the Goblin invasion yesterday, and they went for revenge in the morning?

What Mike does not know is that many Centaurs have long been dissatisfied with their current situation.

It's just that they don't know what to do.

They never kill any creatures, and they only eat a few fruits and plants to satisfy their hunger.

Last night was the first time they completed the action “attack”.

When a tribe that had long been oppressed learned to fight back, the impact would be enormous.

Mike paused for a moment, then looked at the Centaurs and asked,

“Why don't you go?”

The centaur was nervous for a moment. He paced back and forth agitatedly. After a while, he said,

“I don't like it. I don't think it's good.”

The other centaurs also nodded. They seem to be a little hurt.

They knew that Lord F*ck was doing this for their own good. He helped them.

That's why they're like a bunch of kids who've made mistakes. They're a little confused.

Mike sighed.

“Indeed, that's not good. However, you must remember that the Goblins want to hurt you, not the other way around. You only protect yourself.”

Centaur lowered his head and whispered,

“I understand that you are doing this for our good, but I still don't want to do that. I hate the smell of blood.”

“The movement reveals sexual violence to eliminate it..”.

“The movement reveals sexual violence to eliminate it..”.

Many Centaurs agreed with him.

Mike looked at the Centaurs in front of him and fell silent.

He didn't know if he had done the right thing or the wrong thing.

As he was thinking out loud, the sound of horse treads came from not far from the village.

Richards Gerald and the others have returned.