Counterfeit Hero

Back again....

Fatty stared blankly at Margaret’s sexy and beautiful light pink lips, constantly opening and closing right in front of him.

But he didn’t hear a word.

Who else could log into the game using his account besides that little punk Pipi?!

”You have to help me get revenge!” Margaret said, her eyes reddened, a sight that would make even the hardest heart ache: ”That guy is just inhuman. Not only did he bully me in the past, but later, he robbed me one hundred and sixty-eight times in a row. Wherever I went, he robbed me there......”

”One hundred and sixty-eight times?” Fatty couldn’t help but shiver, this was clearly the doing of Pipi, that little punk never knew when to stop.

While speaking, Margaret had already logged into ”Sky-Filling Fire.”

Amidst the fierce fire, the opening scene of tens of thousands of mechas battling in the desert was grand and magnificent. Upon entering the character screen, a female mech knight who bore a sixty percent resemblance to Margaret appeared on the screen.

The mech knight’s name was Margaret. The registered info showed she was a Major of the Feiyang Republic. Clearly, this was information from years ago. At the first sight of the character and info, a flash seemed to pass through Fatty’s mind. When he saw the Hawk Mecha at the forefront of several advanced mechas, he was completely stunned.

He turned his head to look at Margaret who was concentrating intently on the screen beside him, and a strange sense of fate made his skin tingle.

He suddenly remembered this [Hawk].

Years ago, in a game competition, he had used the mechanical arm hidden under the Magic Beast to dismantle the circuit board of this [Hawk]. Margaret had come out crying from the cockpit, asking him to come down..... In the end, how did he get rid of this crying girl.... seems like he helped her put the circuit board back...

And now, the real Margaret was right beside him. She was intently logged into the game, under her long lashes, her pretty big eyes sparkled. She still held a grudge against SM01314.

The real her was completely different from how she was in the game back then. No wonder he couldn’t recognize her at first. Though her appearance was somewhat similar, her personality was worlds apart. That crying little girl couldn’t possibly connect with the woman who now called herself the boss lady.

People have many sides. The disguise in reality is stripped away in the network, or the honest and sincere in reality becomes cunning and deceitful online. Complex human nature is never just one-dimensional. When you see one side of her, you often forget that there’s another side behind the multi-dimensional personality. No one can say which is real.

Perhaps both are! But it’s just shown differently depending on the environment.

Almost three years now?

Back to the past, who would have thought of today when we faced off in the game?

Miloke Battle, counterattack Lucerne, Gazalin Pyrenees Battle, then to this Free World....... It seems like everything is controlled by fate. Is everything under its control?

Whenever you think you’ve escaped it, it sneaks in the shadows, smirking at you in triumph. Whether you choose to step out with your left or right foot, it’s fate. Even when you defiantly try to switch feet, it’s still fate.

Damn it!

Fatty suddenly shook his head, feeling ashamed for zoning out.

Beside him, Margaret’s faint aroma constantly stimulated his sense of smell, his eyes involuntarily moved down—this woman was a natural charmer.

”Look...” Margaret called out after logging into the game, grabbing Fatty’s arm and shaking it continuously: ”He’s here, he’s here!”

Pipi, don’t blame your brother for not being loyal.

”Want revenge?” Fatty’s face lit up with a sly smile like a fat fox.

Margaret looked at Fatty warily, finally conquered by her obsession with mechas and eagerness for revenge, she nodded firmly: ”Mm!”

”Easy! I’ll beat him so hard he won’t know where north is!” Fatty slightly raised his head, his eyes gleamed, an overwhelming expert aura emanated from him, though his next words weren’t very graceful: ”But the problem is.... the reward.....”

”Reward?!” Margaret wanted to strangle Fatty: ”Fatty, I just lectured you for half an hour, so are you crossing the river and tearing down the bridge?”

”Who’s crossing the river and tearing down the bridge?!” Fatty looked shocked: ”I said, you guide me, I’ll guide you, but that doesn’t include fighting and killing stuff. You must know, as a master, reputation is more important than life. Winning doesn’t matter, but if I lose, my mouth-built fame in the world over decades would be ruined!”

Margaret glared fiercely at this shameless Fatty who was taking advantage of the situation, both frustrated and annoyed.

As Hastings’ most beloved granddaughter, Margaret always got what she wanted. Normally, if she was wronged, a queue of people would stand up for her. Even if the one wronged was someone else, those defenders would step in and trample them for her. Her own wisdom and talent were also stunning, extraordinary in every aspect.

Such a favored daughter of the heavens wasn’t supposed to suffer losses or any grievances. However, in the aspect she was most obsessed with—mechas—she was helpless.

The trend of close-range mecha fighting appeared late. Even military powers like the Feiyang Republic have only recently been developing in close-range mecha fighting. And her own talent in mecha fighting was really mediocre. After using countless methods, up till now, her level was only that of a Level 7 Mecha Warrior. Facing SM01314’s prowess in Sky-Filling Fire, she was ultimately far behind.

SM01314 had over three hundred battles, undefeated. This was a myth in Sky-Filling Fire.

The internet is full of hidden talents, in terms of control techniques, there are indeed people who could compete with this guy. However, there hadn’t been a single one who could surpass that shameless, wicked fighting style!

Last time, at Chuckna, there was even someone claiming to be the Director of the Tai Sect Branch, ranked top ten in the game, who volunteered to challenge SM01314, attempting to approach her, and almost disgusted her to death. As a result, before she could expose her identity and take action, that idiot named ”Talk Laugh” got himself humiliated miserably by SM01314 and never appeared again.

Later, Margaret neither hoped to take revenge herself nor expected anyone around her to help with revenge. SM01314’s identity was tightly concealed, and their Mechanical Control was incredibly formidable. To seek revenge, she could only go to the Mecha Fighting sanctuary in the Free World to find those supposedly miraculous master skills, or simply hire them on the network to defeat SM01314!

The Fatty before her was undoubtedly the best choice!

Before coming here, Margaret had already heard many rumors about this Fatty. What interested her the most was how he challenged nine top-level Mechanical Armor Halls and led fifty Mecha to stride unhindered in Central City.

To be able to accomplish such grand feats, one can imagine the level of his Mechanical Technology.

However, who would have thought, this Fatty, was even more odious than SM01314, actually turning his face and not recognizing anyone, demanding a reward. His facial expression clearly telling her, without money, he wouldn’t work.

”Fatty.....” Margaret bit her lip, gently hugging Fatty’s arm, her eyes tender and charming, her voice soft, breathing like orchids: ”As long as you help me beat him... whatever you want, I’ll give you.”

”If you don’t speak properly and act like a seductress here, I’ll slap you to death!” Fatty’s face was fierce. ”I mean it...” Margaret cursed inwardly, but her face blushed crimson, quietly leaning her face against Fatty’s arm.

”Alright.....” Fatty smiled and hugged Margaret back, thinking if there’s an advantage not taken, you’re a fool. He leisurely said: ”In business, pay first, then deliver goods. Otherwise, you give me what you owe... I guarantee that guy will want to live but can’t, want to die but won’t. You can taste that yourself first. See if I’m bragging.”

”Scoundrel! What do you want?!” Margaret slapped Fatty’s hand off her shoulder angrily.

She knew her charm had no effect on Fatty. This guy, looking lecherously gullible, was in fact more clear-headed and cunning than anyone else. No matter how she performed, Fatty wasn’t falling for tricks or rushing without seeing the real benefit.

Should she really offer herself?

”I want you...”

Fatty used his finger to hook Margaret’s chin, and Margaret opened her mouth to bite.

Fatty quickly withdrew his hand: ”...think of a way to get Klaus released. You’re General Carolina’s deputy; you can help with some matters. Everyone knows. Going too far, it won’t look good for anyone. You come to pick the fruits while I’ve already conceded Mars Free Port, what more do you want?! Do you really intend to wipe out allies completely?!”

”Just this?” Margaret asked.

”Just this, unless you...” Fatty frowned, suddenly looking wary: ”I didn’t say I wanted anything... don’t blame me.”

”Pah!” Margaret spat. This matter was rather simple for her. Immediately, she happily pushed Fatty: ”This is simple, later, I’ll have someone release your guy, and ensure nobody bothers you anymore. Now, will you help me take revenge?”

”You speak like you’re the General. Can you do it?” Fatty looked doubtful.

”If I can’t get him out, I’ll have a son without a little chicken!” Margaret said fiercely.

A ferocious woman. Fatty gave a thumbs up, grinning as he settled into the seat of the game cabin, moving the Virtual Keyboard and Universal Control Stick into a comfortable position. Quickly applying for an account.

In the game, [Magic Beast] just finished a duel and walked out of the battle teleportation point. Countless challenge requests flooded the screen.

”Trash, come on!”

”SM01314, if you’re a man, accept my challenge.”

”Idiot, I’ll crush you.”

”Level 9 Mecha Warrior, seeks a battle.”

”By the moon, I will punish you!”

Looking at the various challenge messages, Margaret sighed. Being chosen by SM01314 is almost like winning the lottery jackpot. Just considering that if Fatty wasn’t selected, perhaps having him guide her technique first might be wiser, suddenly a crisp electronic notification sounded.

Fatty actually got chosen?

Margaret turned around in surprise, seeing Fatty equally astonished.

On the screen, his newly named Mecha, ”Master Fatty,” sent out a challenge message, not remarkable. Just ten characters in total: ”Little kid, dare you fight Master Fatty.”

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