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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 · Sci-fi
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346 Chs

The Man Who Lives on the Peak, Return to the Cult

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Mike wanted to laugh.

Judging from Allen's appearance, a sharpshooter had nothing to do with being "handsome".

Look at him.

His cheeks were always flushed red because he was always drunk.

His eyelids never seemed to open.

His stubble and hair were always in a messy state that made him looked as if he was a homeless man.

Therefore, Allen's words were not persuasive at all.

Of course, Mike did not come to him for this. He just wanted to ask about something.

"Hello, Allen. I want to ask you about someone."

Mike took the rum from the bartender's tray, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Allen.

As an alcoholic, Allen naturally would not refuse this glass of rum.

He immediately picked up the glass and gulped down a large mouthful.

The rum in the glass immediately dropped by more than half.

Allen looked at Mike with a burning gaze and did not say anything.