My Passive Skills are Invincible!

When Mike said this, the group of bandits immediately showed a disdainful expression and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, offering money to you? Do you think you are..."

One of the bandits laughed impudently and said so.

However, he stopped halfway through his sentence.

He wanted to say, "Do you think you're God Slayer?"

Though he now saw Mike's ID.

[God Slayer]

"You, you, you..."

The bandit said three "you" in a row, and the intense nervousness made him speechless.

Mike saw this and smiled slightly.

Obviously, even the bandits had heard of his name.

They seemed afraid.

"You are actually the respected God Slayer, you are my idol! I worship you very much!!!"

The bandit said excitedly.

"What?" Mike was completely dumbfounded.

Why was this bandit so excited?

Shouldn't they be afraid?

However, it was not just this bandit. The others also came forward, expressing their emotions nervously and excitedly.

"Your previous robbery was a great feat. It was the glory of our bandit world!"

"I've never seen anyone who could make the victims voluntarily give up their money. You're simply too amazing!"

"I even heard that you have launched a killing feast in Victory City. Those b*stards were all killed by you. That's great!"

"I can't believe that you actually appeared in front of us. God Slayer in person!!!"

"I actually met you... I want to write a letter to my mother, I want to tell her that I have an achievement... sob sob sob."

There was even a bandit who shed tears of excitement on the spot.

Looking at the reactions of these people in front of him, it was as if he was watching an absurd comedy.

Robbing money, killing people, massacring cities... were things to be proud of?

He was clearly...

Wait a minute!

Mike suddenly understood.

First of all, Mike's passive skill Human Affinity caused all human NPCs to have a respectful friendship toward Mike.

Secondly, Mike's honor points were still negative.

Moreover, it was more than -500,000.

This caused Mike's reputation to be notorious.

This caused other normal NPCs to have a complicated feeling when they saw Mike.

"He is a well-respected notorious villain."

Yes, it sounded ridiculous, but it was the truth, and that was how the NPCs saw Mike.

However, this gang of bandits was not like this.

In their eyes, Mike was also a "well-respected villain.".

However, they did not think that anything there was wrong with this feeling.

Because they themselves worshipped villains.

So, it was not strange for such a scene to appear.

Mike looked at the bandits in front of him that looked as if they had seen their idol, and he was unsure whether to laugh or cry.

He waved his hand and said,

"Okok, you don't have to say anymore. Since you don't intend to trouble me, then I'll leave first."

After saying this, Mike planned to continue moving forward.

Anyway, these bandits would most likely not stop him.

However, he guessed wrong again.

"No, you can't leave."

One of the bandits stopped Mike.

Mike said in puzzlement,

"You want to cause me trouble?"

"No, no, no, you misunderstood." the bandit immediately became cautious and said carefully, "I mean, if you don't mind, can you come to our mountain stronghold to drink some beer? You know, our boss admires you very much."

Drink beer? Meet with the bandit boss?

Mike was not interested at all.

He only wanted to go to the Violet Valley to find the Weapon Master and then learn all his skills.

Mike wanted to refuse, but the little tree spirit Stone on his shoulder became excited.

"Wait, are you talking about drinking beer? I like drinking beer!"

Ever since Stone drank that glass of beer, it became extremely interested in drinking wine.

Obviously, this did not match its age.

Nevertheless, plants did like to drink beer.

Mike began to regret ordering a glass of beer for Stone.

However, since Stone had already said so, Mike naturally would not let Stone down.

"Then... okay, we can only drink a little. We can't delay for too long."

Mike helplessly compromised.

The little tree spirit Stone shouted excitedly.

"That's great, that's great. Let's go drink!"

Thus, a dozen bandits brought Mike and the little tree spirit Stone into the forest path.

..

Along the way, the bandits were boasting to Mike about how powerful and magnificent their bandit group was.

Though when Mike stood in front of the mountain stronghold, Mike ultimately remained silent.

"This is your stronghold?" Mike asked with a puzzled face.

The bandits did not say anything. They looked a little embarrassed.

This stronghold in front of them...

To put it nicely, it was a stronghold.

To put it bluntly, it was clearly a slightly bigger thatched house.

Above the main door was a simple, faded pattern. It seemed to be the totem of their bandit group.

Wasn't it supposed to be powerful?

Was this all?

One of the bandits coughed twice and said,

"Don't mind these details. The size of the stronghold doesn't mean anything. At least our stronghold has a lot of good wine!"

He took the lead and walked into the stronghold.

The other bandits also laughed and invited Mike into the stronghold.

Mike sighed and stayed silent.

He only felt that the totem on the thatched hut looked familiar.

Although he followed the bandits directly into the stronghold.

However, he had already made up his mind to quickly finish drinking and leave.

It did not seem as if there were any valuable items or clues here.

Just as he entered the main gate of the stronghold and came to the courtyard in front of the hall, their boss had already come out to welcome him.

"Oh my god, I didn't expect you to really come, respected God Slayer.

"A villain like you who commits all kinds of crimes, kills innocents, and is notorious is simply the benchmark of our industry."

"..." 

When Mike heard these words, it did not sound like praise no matter how he looked at it.

However, the bandit boss spoke very sincerely, so Mike could only accept these "compliments".

"Come, come, come. I have a lot of precious liquor here to entertain you."

The bandit boss warmly took Mike's hand and led him into the hall.

Just as he entered the hall, Mike once again saw the pattern at the main entrance.

This pattern was facing the entrance of the main hall, and it was painted at the top.

It did not look complicated at all. It was just a flaming knife and a gold coin.

It was very bandit-like.

The problem was, the pattern looked oddly familiar.

Mike felt that he must have seen it in Second World in his previous life!