Hearing this answer, Mike fell silent.

Second World was essentially a game for players.

It was normal for players to easily get promoted in the game.

However, NPCs, or natives, were also living bodies. They also had thoughts and lives.

They were different from players, who were outsiders. Second World was the real world for them.

It was very difficult for them to improve.

They would not obtain any equipment when they killed monsters.

They could not use skill books to learn new skills.

They did not even have a clear experience progress bar and panel attributes.

They could only improve themselves through constant training.

Most importantly, NPCs died while players could be resurrected.

From this perspective, Second World seemed to be very unfriendly to NPCs.

The players always joked that in Second World, NPCs were more shameless than bosses, because they were too overpowered.

However, in fact, NPCs gained their strength through hard work, and the process was much more painful than what the players had to go through.

Mike did not say anything.

Or rather, he was at a loss for words.

After all, Kordontimus was also a native.

Kordontimus did not intend to delve into this question. He smiled and said,

"Do you intend to continue your cultivation?"

Mike thought for a moment and answered,

"No, teacher. I still have things to do on the continent. If it's possible, I hope I can learn from you sometime later. Is that okay?"

Kordontimus did not express any dissatisfaction with Mike's answer. He only nodded.

He knew that adventurers were very busy. It had always been the case from the past until now.

"In that case, I wish you good luck.

"You can come back any time when you feel like learning."

After saying that, Kordontimus returned to his hut.

Mike glanced at his skill pane. He finally had the time to see the specific effects of the new skill.

[Strong Physique LVL 1 (god-tier passive enhancement): HP increased by 20%]

Looking at this skill, Mike smiled, very satisfied.

Although the 20% increase did not seem very impressive — at least relative to his other skills.

However, this skill is a growth skill.

It was now level 1 and only had a 20% increase in HP.

What about level 2? Level 5? Or even level 99?

At that time, the increase in HP will be huge.

Mike had 10 years to prepare for it, and it would be entirely possible for him to increase this skill to a terrifying level.

Of course, although Mike already seemed completely invincible.

After all, he was immune to all physical and magic damage.

However, Mike still remembered one sentence.

That was, Second World was full of infinite possibilities.

Maybe in this world, there were still other ways that could hurt Mike.

Therefore, it was necessary to improve himself from all aspects.

Confidence was fine, but complete arrogance would only invite disaster.

He took a deep breath and walked down the mountain.

Stone had long returned to Mike's shoulder. It asked curiously,

"Where are we going now?"

"To the City of Light. Don't forget that war can break out at any time."

"Okay, okay, then let's go to the City of Light!"

"..."

To return to the City of Light from Violet Valley, they had to go through a plain, a forest, and then pass through the Victory City before finally reaching the City of Light.

Mike and Stone's destination was the City of Light, but they stopped at Volk Plain.

That was right, they were forced to stop not long after leaving the Violet Valley.

A war had broken out here!

On the Volk Plain, human soldiers were fighting with Trolls and Dwarves.

Originally, this plain looked green as far as one's eye could see.

However, now, the ground was red.

It was dyed red with blood.

Corpses were everywhere on the ground.

Wails and roars could be heard in every corner of the plain.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Mike's face turned a little ugly, while Stone covered its eyes as if no longer dared to look.

It was too tragic!

Mike knew that a war might break out during this period of time, but he did not expect it to break out so quickly.

While he was training in Violet Valley, the war had already started.

Without Mike, the humans were obviously at a disadvantage in this battle.

Not only because Mike had killed many NPCs in Victory City, but also because Victory City's strength had plummeted.

It was also due to their morale.

When the war broke out, the strongest man of the human race was not there!

This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the human soldiers.

What was more despairing was that the soldiers from other cities would find it difficult to rush over to support them.

Because they had to defend their respective cities.

If these soldiers left the cities and head to the Volk Plain to support them.

Before they reach the Volk Plain, the city they're supposed to be in could be overrun by enemies of other races.

In Second World, betrayal between nations was common.

I was only willing to live in peace with you because I had not had the chance to attack you yet.

It was all about profit. Simple.

That was why when the king gave the order to destroy the Bandit Alliance, he could only muster 10,000 royal guards.

The city guards could not move.

Now, the situation on the battlefield was one-sided.

The Trolls and Dwarves had already joined hands. They attacked the humans together.

The human soldiers obviously could not resist.

The most surprising thing was that the Bandit Alliance that Mike had recruited was still fighting bravely.

Yes, some of the soldiers already had timid expressions on their faces, but these bandits were still fighting desperately.

They were not simply protecting the civilians.

They had just switched from bandits to soldiers, so they did not have such high awareness.

They simply killed uncontrollably.

The excitement of killing their enemies, the hatred of their comrades being killed by the enemy, all filled their bodies with strength.

They no longer had rationality and calmness. They only wanted to kill these foreign races in front of them!

Because of this, the survival rate of the bandits was much higher than the soldiers.

On the battlefield, those who were afraid would die first.

This was an immutable law.

On the contrary, those who fought hard to kill the enemy had a higher chance of survival.

Regarding this, Mike was also a little surprised.

He originally thought that once the fight started, these bandits would all escape.

He had unexpectedly misunderstood them.

Seeing that the bandits were gradually losing their resistance, Mike finally rushed to the battlefield.

"I won't just watch as my men die!"