My Passive Skills Are Invincible
Chapter 86

Mike, who owns Swift Steps, quickly arrives in Hero City.

The main differences between Victory City, Hero City, and Light City are…

The City of Light was crowded with people.

There are fucking players everywhere!

Many players had already reached level 20, but they were in no hurry to go to Hero City because they wanted to find reliable teammates in the City of Light.

With teammates, it would be easier for them to complete missions in Hero City.

It is considered a Second World tradition.

The reason for this tradition is actually very simple. It's because of the priest players.

With the abilities of priest players, they were not strong enough to go to the Second World section where there were monsters everywhere.

If they did not have any teammates, it would be difficult for them to travel from the city of Light to the City of Heroes.

In addition, a pastor is an important member of a team.

Hence, everyone was used to going together after they found a teammate in the City of Light.

..

After arriving at the City of Light, Mike glanced at the notice board.

The notice board in Victory City only said that the tournament would be held in the City of Light.

However, the details on the City of Light notice board were even clearer.

Registration for the tournament is in the arena.

Mike wasted no time and headed straight for the arena.

After all, the tournament was very likely to have a limit on the number of participants. If he's late, there may be no place.

Upon arriving at the arena, Mike's heart skipped a beat.

If the streets of the City of Light were filled with people…

Then the arena was completely filled with people.

Almost every available gap is filled by a player.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Mike had the urge to take out his weapon and cut everything to death.

However, he held it.

He had just paid a large sum of gold coins to dispel the bounty. He didn't want to go around robbing people anymore.

How should he put it?

At first, Mike thought that robbing money was fun, but when these people took the initiative to be robbed by him, the fun degenerated.

This feeling is as if you are walking down the stairs and there is a beautiful woman in a short skirt in front of you.

His skirt fluttered, and the underwear underneath was faintly visible.

However, if she turns around and immediately lifts her skirt for you to see…

Later then…

Wait, it looks like there's more …

Forget it, that's not the point.

Mike sighed and looked up.

He did not know if he could still register with so many people in front of him.

However, while Mike was very worried, there was a commotion in front of him.

“What's up? Why can't I sign up? F*ck!”

“Why is the NPC in charge of this registration ignoring me?!”

“Me too, what happened???”

Hearing this commotion, Mike was stunned for a moment before he quickly reacted.

His Human Affinity skills have been successful.

Because his hospitality with human NPCs was highly respected.

So as long as he was nearby, that NPC would prioritize his needs.

Unless the friendliness of other players has also achieved respect.

Although it's obviously impossible. It has only been three days since the area opened.

Speaking of three days …

Looks like Mike has to go to school tomorrow to give up his grades.

Mike thought while squeezing forward.

Many people glared at Mike after he pushed them away. However, when they realized that the person pushing them was the God Killer, they did not dare to say anything.

However, some stubborn people spoke up, saying,

“Even if you are the number one expert in the new territory, God Killer, you still cannot cut the queue. Please queue at the back.”

These people clearly did not feel the cruel society and were still stuck on the school road.

However, Mike doesn't need to explain too much because someone else will help him explain.

“This student, you still don't know, right? As long as God Slayer was nearby, no one else could take over. NPCs will only talk to God Slayer first.”

Hearing this, the player was a little surprised and could not help but ask,

“Why?”

The player who explained shrugged,

“How do I know? There must be something special about God Slayer. You can ask him yourself. Of course, he won't tell you.”

At this point, the player stops talking.

In the Second World, no one would reveal their special trump card.

This will always be their secret weapon.

Players can be collaborators, but they can also be competitors in the next moment.

For example, in the current tournament, they are competitors.

Anyone who exposes their trump card to their competitors will be the dumbest person in the world.

Slowly, many people noticed the nearby God Slayer and stepped aside.

Although it was already crowded here, they could still squeeze in a little more. As long as they let the God Slayer talk to the NPCs, they could continue marching.

It's good for everyone.

If one refused to give way, they would probably be scolded by other players.

This is human nature.

Soon, Mike smoothly arrived in front of the NPC.

The NPC civil official in charge of the registration looked at Mike with a fawning expression and said,

“Hello, Lord God Slayer. Are you also here to participate in the tournament?

“Dear Lord, you are actually willing to compete with these vulgar adventurers on the same stage. It's really great.”

This flattery made the surrounding players feel a little uncomfortable, but they did not dare to cause trouble for the NPCs, so they could only swallow their anger.

Mike smiled and nodded,

“I'm here to participate in the tournament. Quickly register me.”

“Yes, yes, yes. Don't worry.”

The NPC quickly helped Mike sign up. Not only did he have a good attitude, but he was also very efficient.

The treatment was incomparable to other players.

However, no player dared to complain.

After all, he was a God Killer.

If you have the ability, then you have to be as good as him.

After registering, Mike was sent to the players lounge by the civilian NPCs.

This is a special area. In the Second World, one could not enter as one wished. They could only enter if sent by an NPC.

When Mike came in, everyone's eyes were on him.

Now, nearly 99% of people in the new region recognize the God Slayer ID.

The mentality of many players has changed.

Even the God Killer came. There seems to be no chance of winning. It would definitely be a God Killer.

They can only fight runners-up.

Whoever enters the final must admit defeat.

Mike certainly doesn't know what these guys are thinking. He looked around and found a familiar face.

That guy seemed to avoid Mike's gaze, but he was still caught.

“You... Sky Breaking Sword?”