Counterfeit Hero

Sure, here’s the translation:

”Caihua Sect?!”

Everyone felt like they were struck by lightning from above, each one with a distorted expression.

”Sound like summer flowers blooming!” Baz still remembers when Fatty made the decisive call, choosing this insane name, and the lyrical manner he did it, along with that satisfied expression. According to reliable insider information, after returning to his room, Fatty laughed crazily for a full half hour, then burned incense and prayed, muttering: ”Our ancestor Tian Boguang is above...”

Who is Tian Boguang?

A master of Mecha? Never heard of him.

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”Honest and lovable little gentleman?!”

Looking at Fatty’s coy and bashful expression, Margaret felt as if she was struck by eighty-one lightning bolts. She felt like she couldn’t stand it anymore...

Just look at this Fatty, where is there any damn honesty or lovability... even the appearance of a ”little gentleman”?!

”...Do you want to take advantage of me?” Margaret said with a playful smile, her cheeks flushed, her eyes full of spring warmth. The mix of purity and worldly allure in her words was enough to make any man’s heart race.

”I registered my ID yesterday...” Fatty wasn’t like the others who were either swept away by Margaret’s seductive charms or deliberately avoided her gaze like a gentleman. Instead, he cheerfully winked at Margaret: ”Did you find out my name today on purpose...”

”Fatty, open the door.”

”Why?”

”I want to see your ID registration time!”

Margaret bit her lip and let out a hum: ”Hmph, if you dare to flirt with me, see how I deal with you.”

”You can deal with me however you want.” Fatty, filled with spring joy, cheerfully went to open the door.

Both of them had intricate minds, masters of playacting, and with just a few words, they suddenly became old friends, talking without restriction. The usual barriers between people seemed non-existent between them. However, beneath the surface of closeness, there wasn’t a moment without verbal sparring and covert skirmishes.

When Margaret logged into the game and saw Fatty’s game ID and registration time, she was left speechless. If Fatty hadn’t already known her ID, it could only mean that this world is full of coincidences.

”Dear...” Fatty called nervously.

”Gentleman...” Margaret gave Fatty a charming glance.

”Dear...” Fatty, whose face seemed to lose its soul, had his voice trembling.

”Fatty, if you keep calling me so disgustingly, I’ll kill you!” Margaret’s face changed.

Since seeing Fatty at No.15 Airport, Margaret never intended to play this kind of flirtatious game with Fatty. To handle this Fatty, it’s best to start from another angle. In this area, it’s not just herself; even the Seya Clan woman, who dare joke brazenly about reproductive organs, are no match for him.

He’s far from being the type to blush easily. His shamelessness has reached an outrageous level. To play this game with him is to only be flirted with in return! If she had to play coy, besides throwing cold water on him when his heart flutters, Margaret couldn’t think of another way to curb this Fatty.

However, how could this Fatty be so easily swayed, this guy is deep!

”Oh. I won’t call, I won’t call” Fatty nodded with a smile: ”Little darling.”

Clenching her teeth, Margaret felt her cultivation was still shallow, ignoring the fawning Fatty beside her, she rubbed the goosebumps on her arms and looked through Fatty’s battle records.

One glance was enough to be shocked.

”Fatty, are you an idiot? Why have you participated in so many low-level battles? Do they thrill you?”

”Is it a lot?” Fatty scratched his head, his eyes dazed.

”Low-level class command battles, two to three minutes each, win ten and you can be promoted to platoon leader, you idiot won over two hundred in a day and still wander around here.” Margaret gave Fatty a sideways glance.

”It’s not that our army isn’t working hard; the opposing army is just too cunning.” Fatty said dejectedly: ”Every battle requires casualties, it really hits my confidence.”

Margaret knew the settings of Thousand-Mile Victory all too well and couldn’t help but laugh: ”As long as you win, that’s all that matters. In this game, there’s never been a scenario without deaths...”

Margaret didn’t finish her sentence; she was stunned by the screen showing battle data for ”Honest and lovable little gentleman.”

At the end of over two hundred class battles, there were surprisingly thirty full victories listed. Without a single soldier casualty, Fatty won against the system thirty times!

How is this possible?

Margaret was a bit confused. She’d never heard of anyone achieving a casualty-free success in real-time class battle command against the game program!

Not even her grandfather, hailed as the Military God Hastings, had done it!

It’s important to know that in low-level class battles, although you only command ten soldiers in a localized fight, these ten people are placed in the middle of a larger campaign.

The campaign is randomized. It could be fleet combat with three fighter jets battling enemy jets, or an Armored Division trying to break through a fortified defense, charging at the forefront of an assault led by the Mechanical Armor Team. It could be an infantry class within the Infantry Division conducting chase battles or positional battles amidst enemy encirclement and counter-encirclement. There might even be Special Forces operating behind enemy lines.