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My Passive Skills are Invincible!

"It was an era taken over by a single online game, the ""Second World."" The ""Second World"" offered a vast amount of classes and skills... Micheal, our protagonist, reincarnated back into this era and realized he had a few bugged passive skills that would put him as one of the best. [Passive skill: Damage Reduction: When you receive damage from an enemy, the damage will be reduced accordingly to the reduction percentage. Skill lasts for 10 seconds and takes 10 seconds to cooldown.] [Passive skill: Damage Reflect: When you receive damage, the damage will be reflected accordingly to the reflection percentage.] [Passive skill: Damage Multiplier: When you deal damage to an enemy, the damage you dealt will be multiplied.] [Passive skill: Sword Attack Nullifier: When you attack an enemy with a sword, the enemy will kneel in front of you and catch your blade with their bare hands.] [Passive skill: Priest: When you suffer from damage, automatically heals yourself.] [Passive skill…] [Passive skill…] ......... After reading through all his passive skills, he suddenly realized how invincible he now was. Even though he didn't possessed a single active skill, he could still triumph over everyone else with his passive skills. One day, when the ""Second World"" mysteriously merged with the real world, monsters and divine beings began to invade Earth… That was when Micheal realized that his passive skills have also given him the power to kill these divine beings…"

Ultimate Guaiguaipi · SF
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Timus, You’re a F *cking Genius!

編集者: EndlessFantasy Translation

Gerald came up to Mike and said politely, "Thank you for helping the centaurs this time. If it weren't for you and Timus, I'm afraid we would have suffered a great loss."

Mike just nodded slightly and did not say anything.

He felt that helping the centaurs was something he should do. It was not a difficult thing anyway.

But after he nodded, Gerald changed his tone and asked, "What's your name?"

"Lord F*ck, I want to ask you a question."

Hearing Gerald's obviously displeased tone, Mike was slightly stunned and said, "What question?"

"Do you think I'm a centaur?"

Hearing this question, Mike was completely dumbfounded.

What is this nonsense?

"Of course you're a centaur. What's the problem?"

"Then do you think the people behind me are centaurs?"

"Naturally, they're also centaurs." Mike glanced at the centaurs behind Gerald and nodded. But he still did not understand what Gerald meant by asking these questions.