My Passive Skills are Invincible!

When Mike opened his eyes again, he saw a very clear stream.

A breeze blew past, and the surrounding leaves rustled against each other. When mixed with the sound of the stream, it made people feel particularly relaxed.

"Where... is this?"

Mike was very sure that this was still the Second World's continent, but the scenery here was somewhat... unfamiliar.

He wanted to try using the shuttle bracelet on his right hand.

However, he discovered that the shuttle bracelet on his right hand was actually missing.

Mike was slightly startled and quickly opened his backpack to take a look.

Fortunately, the other things were all there.

Mike then heaved a sigh of relief.

Although the loss of the shuttle bracelet was a great loss, at least the other things were still there.

If Law and the Sword of Meredith were also gone, then it would really be a big problem.

Just as he was thinking about this, the sound of light horse hooves came from behind Mike.

Mike subconsciously turned his head, and then his eyes widened.

He actually saw...

Three Centaurs!

"Who... are you?"

The leading Centaur said.

At this moment, Mike noticed something strange.

There was no ID on the heads of these three Centaurs.

Logically speaking, if they were "monsters", the moment they saw Mike, they would immediately attack.

Furthermore, if they were NPCs, there should be an ID on their heads.

This situation made Mike feel a little awkward.

It was as if he was not playing a game.

He hesitated for a moment and did not mention Lord F*ck's matter. Instead, he answered,

"I'm an adventurer of the human race."

Hearing this answer, the three Centaurs looked at each other and discussed with puzzled expressions.

"Adventurer? What's an adventurer?"

"I've never heard of it."

"I've never heard of it either."

This time, Mike was even more puzzled.

The entire Second World knew about the existence of adventurers, which were players.

Why were these three Centaurs not aware of it?

For a moment, even Mike did not know what to say.

He could only learn from the three Centaurs and ask in return,

"Are you Centaurs?"

When the three Centaurs heard this, they looked at each other and could not help but laugh.

"Of course we're Centaurs. You're really strange. You don't even know about the Centaurs and even call yourself an adventurer."

"..."

Mike really did not know how to explain this.

It was very normal to not see Centaurs in Second World.

After all, this was a creature that only appeared in legends.

He even felt that he and these Centaurs were not from the same world.

Oh, he had almost forgotten. Mike was indeed not from the same world as them. Mike was from the real world.

That was not important.

"Can you please bring me to your village to have a look?"

Mike thought for a moment and asked this question.

He did not know where he was, why he suddenly appeared here, or where the others had gone.

The best way to get all the answers was to go back to the Centaur tribe and take a look.

Maybe they were all currently looking for him in the Centaur tribe's village.

The more Mike thought about it, the more he felt that this plan was perfect.

He had already thought that if these Centaurs rejected him, then he would call out Lord F*ck's name.

This way, they would definitely not reject him.

However, to Mike's surprise, before he needed to pretend as Lord F*ck, these three Centaurs actually agreed straightforwardly.

"You want to be a guest in our village? Sure."

The Centaur in the lead smiled and said.

Not only that, he even walked up to Mike and said, "Sit on my back, I'll take you to the village."

Mike wanted to say that it would be faster if he walked.

However, thinking that he needed them to lead the way, it was useless for him to walk faster alone, so he did not refuse.

Mike even wondered if these guys thought he was Lord F*ck like the other Centaurs before.

Of course, if it was not necessary, Mike would not take the initiative to put on this identity. After all, the name was strange.

When Mike sat on the back of the Centaur, the three Centaurs set off along the stream.

It did not seem that far from the Centaur tribe, and soon they could hear the sound of cheerful singing.

This made Mike feel a little strange again.

Even if there rarely had visitors, they still should not make such a big fuss.

Weren't the Centaurs almost extinct? Now they should lay low and strengthen the tribe.

However, when the three Centaurs brought Mike to the entrance of their tribe, Mike was completely stunned.

"Where the hell is this?!"

"This is our Centaur tribe." the Centaur under Mike turned around and smiled.

The confusion in Mike's eyes became even more intense.

The Centaur tribe in front of him was completely different from the tribe he had seen just now!

This tribe was obviously more than ten times bigger than the previous tribe. Moreover, he did not see the statue that looked like him at the entrance of the village.

"Do you Centaurs have other tribes?" Mike could not help but ask.

After all, Kordontimus had said before that the Centaur tribe had once split up.

Perhaps it was possible that this was the other Centaur tribe. He did not expect them to be so well developed.

"Is there?" the Centaur looked at his companion in confusion.

The other two companions also shook their heads, indicating that they did not know.

They had never heard of any other Centaur tribe in the world.

Mike thought about it and did not say anything.

Actually, this was reasonable.

If they had split before, then it was normal for these young Centaurs to not know about the split.

However, what Mike did not expect was that the village with the statue was actually a war-oriented Centaur tribe.

These three Centaurs were obviously much friendlier than the previous tribe's Centaurs. They were definitely peaceful.

When he thought about the war-oriented Centaur tribe's relationship with humans and the human statue, Mike felt that there must be some shocking secret.

He had to find a way to find out when he got back. Who knows, he might be able to trigger some hidden missions.

Thinking of this, Mike revealed a satisfied smile.

The more missions there were, the more rewards there were. As a player, Mike naturally would not resist.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the Centaur village in front of him.

"Come on, keep singing, keep dancing."

Hearing this voice, Mike frowned slightly.

Why did this voice sound like... Kordontimus?