"Whatever!" Richards Gerald raised the short knife in his hand and shouted.

Then, the entire Centaur tribe started chanting this slogan one after another.

"Whatever!"

"Whatever!"

"Whatever!"

..

Mike looked at the scene in front of him and was slightly stunned. He opened his mouth.

He originally meant that they could say anything, as long as he could vent his emotions.

Though who knew that these Centaurs actually misunderstood Mike's meaning, thinking that "whatever" was the right thing to say at this time.

He really wanted to explain, but seeing the excitement of these Centaurs, he did not have the heart to say it.

"Forget it, let them be. As long as they think it's good, it's fine."

Mike smiled helplessly and shook his head.

He felt that he should leave this parallel world and return to Second World.

However, after waiting for a while, he realized that he was still in the same place.

"Why haven't I returned? Hasn't the mission already been completed?"

Mike looked around in confusion.

According to the normal plot of the game, the Goblins invaded the Centaurs, and then Mike led the Centaurs to revolt. This should be the completion of the main storyline mission.

Why haven't I returned?

"We still don't know your name. May I know your name?"

"F*ck!" Mike subconsciously said this, not hearing the question clearly.

By the time he reacted, it was too late.

"So your name is Lord F*ck?" Richards Gerald looked at Mike excitedly.

"Long live Lord F*ck!"

"Long live Lord F*ck!" the Centaurs began to cheer around Mike. Some Centaurs even took the initiative to pick Mike up and throw him into the air before catching him.

Mike was completely dumbfounded.

Lord F*ck?

Wait, so this was how Lord F*ck came about?!

Mike did not expect things to develop like this.

He actually accomplished this even in the parallel world.

In other words, the reason why the Centaurs in the Second World game believed in Lord F*ck was because a human had done something similar before?

Mike smiled helplessly. History was indeed surprisingly similar, even in parallel worlds.

Mike tried to stop them from calling him "Lord F*ck".

However, these Centaurs were very excited and did not listen to Mike at all.

After they put Mike Down, Mike said,

"Uhm, please wait a moment, uhm..."

Mike wanted to explain his name, but these Centaurs all looked at him with anticipation.

"What's the matter, Lord F*ck?"

"Do you have any orders, Lord F*ck?"

Mike could not say it.

Forget it, Lord F*ck then.

Mike reached out to cover his face and compromised. He pointed at the Goblin corpses on the ground and said,

"You guys should quickly clean up the scene. If you pile these corpses here, after a while, the corpses will become smelly, rotten, and even cause a plague."

Hearing this, the excitement of the Centaurs immediately diminished, and they began to get nervous.

Many Centaurs began to dig holes with their horses' hooves and then pile the Goblins' corpses into the holes to bury them.

Mike nodded in satisfaction and went back to his cabin to sleep.

Since he could not go back yet, the mission was definitely not completed. He would wait and see what he should do next.

However, what he did not know was that the other part of the Centaurs, who were feeling uneasy, were looking at Mike's back with complicated eyes.

..

The next day, when Mike opened his eyes, he still found himself in the cabin.

"Still can't go back?" Mike sat up and looked at the environment of the small house.

It was still dirty and messy.

Since he could not go back for the time being, it was better to clean up the small house.

Once Kordontimus returned, he had to talk to him about hygiene. It was so dirty and messy that it was not habitable.

After Mike got out of bed, he was ready to see how the village was now. Maybe he could trigger other tasks, and he might be able to go back after he completed them.

However, when he pushed the door open, he saw some Centaurs discussing something in the middle of the village with worried expressions.

"Good morning." Mike took the initiative to greet them and walked over to them.

When the Centaurs heard Mike's voice, they all looked over with a complicated look in their eyes.

Mike saw their eyes and felt a little puzzled.

"What happened?"

The Centaurs looked at each other and hesitated for a while before finally saying it.

"Gerald left the village early this morning with some of his clansmen and the weapons he got last night."

"With weapons? Left the village? Where did they go?"

Mike was slightly stunned and could not help but ask.

The Centaur hesitated again. He stepped on the ground with his two front hooves and said,

"They seem to have... gone to take revenge on the Goblins..."

"What?!" Mike raised his voice.

These Centaurs had changed too quickly. They had just successfully resisted the Goblins' invasion yesterday, and they had gone to take revenge early in the morning?

What Mike did not know was that many of the Centaurs had long been dissatisfied with their current situation.

It was just that they did not know what to do.

They had never killed any creatures, and they only ate some fruits and plants to satisfy their hunger.

Last night was the first time they had completed the act of "attacking".

When the tribe that had been repressed for a long time learned to resist, the impact would be huge.

Mike was silent for a moment, then looked at the Centaurs and asked,

"Why didn't you go?"

The Centaur was nervous for a moment. He paced back and forth uneasily. After a moment, he said,

"I don't like it. I don't think it's good."

The other Centaurs nodded as well. They seemed to be a little wronged.

They knew that Lord F*ck was doing this for their own good. He was helping them.

That was why they were like a group of children who had done something wrong. They were a little flustered.

Mike sighed.

"Indeed, it isn't good. However, you have to remember that the Goblins want to hurt you, not the other way around. You're just protecting yourselves."

The Centaur lowered his head and whispered,

"I understand that you're doing this for our good, but I still don't want to do that. I hate the smell of blood."

"Me too..."

"Me too..."

Many Centaurs agreed with him.

Mike looked at the Centaurs in front of him and fell silent.

He could not tell whether he had done the right thing or the wrong thing.

Just as he was deep in thought, the sound of horse hooves came from not far away from the village.

Richards Gerald and the others had returned.