Counterfeit Hero

The players listened quietly.

”...We were all mistaken!” Elder Mu said solemnly, ”This player, who just registered and is driving a Newbie Mecha, is truly a master who can compete with SM01314!”

”Fatty... it’s okay if I lose...” In the battle room, the little kid was a bit depressed, ”Do you have to be so subservient?”

”It’s my own account...” Fatty said surprisedly, ”I don’t mind myself, why are you in such a hurry?”

”Damn it, the one making that disgusting face is Lord Fart!” the little kid shouted angrily.

”Has the little brat gone wild?” Fatty said domineeringly, ”Believe it or not, I’ll delete all your porn! No more big-breasted actresses!”

”You’re ruthless!” The little kid sighed. Fatty knew his weakness; the little kid who had never experienced a mother’s love had a special affection for actresses with large breasts in porn. Without those big-breasted porn actresses, it was a massive blow to his life. Thinking about it, he was still a bit unwilling, provokingly said, ”Fatty, if you can withstand a hundred moves from me, I’ll put on a full show for you, how about it, dare?”

Pipi, as Artificial Intelligence, although having congenital disadvantages in biological balance capabilities, couldn’t perform overly precise balance-dependent actions when controlling mechas in reality, but in this game, he was an omnipotent god. Because, in the game, balance is not about feeling, but about sets of data!

Fatty participated in the development of the game, the little kid knew the game program inside out, and he himself was an intelligent program. Not to mention direct control with the program, even with his far superior robotic body, he could perform any manipulation he wanted. Hand speed and such were no problem for him.

Moreover, Mecha Martial Arts were entirely created by him. As long as the mecha’s performance kept up, he could perform infinite operations, not to mention one Fatty, even ten Fattys could be easily defeated.

”Alright!”

To the little kid’s surprise, Fatty agreed immediately without any hesitation.

”What kind of conspiracy?!” Pipi was still suspicious, but Fatty’s mecha had already rushed to him.

”Today, I will fight to my heart’s content!”

Like lightning and thunder, Fatty delivered a flying kick.

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.Thought it could be finished in one more episode, but realized it couldn’t, so decided to release another in between. Originally wanted to release it all together after finishing, but figured, let’s release one chapter before the month ends. Thanks for everyone’s support, it was a historic moment when my counterfeit work made it to the top three. For someone like me with slow updates, it is indeed a miracle. Some friends might be dissatisfied with my updates, I only want to say, I really did my best. Looking at the update timings, you can see how long I can sleep to maintain such updates daily. This month, including extra words at the end of each chapter, it’s nearly 120,000 words, approximately 4,000 words a day, which is indeed unprecedented. Apologies for my habit of not requesting leave. Mainly because, at midnight, unable to write, posting a leave notice feels a bit... From now on, I’ll open a pinned locked thread in the review section, specifically for leave requests, that would be easier for me. Again, thanks for your consistent support, I’ll write this story seriously. It’s the end of the month, any leftover votes in your hands, brothers, please cast them to me.

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