Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

"It's just that I have been on the battlefield for a while."

For Asada Shino's doubts, Chen Mo conveyed it with a calm expression, and did not go into details.

And Chen Mo's calm and composed attitude fell into Asada Shino's eyes, which made her feel more and more unable to see through this person.

Been on the battlefield, so... military personnel?

No wonder he was able to act so indifferent after hearing his own experience.

Of course Asada Shino misunderstood Chen Mo, he was not a regular government army, but a professional mercenary.

To him, killing people on the battlefield is no different from eating and drinking. Even without the passive skill support of the Illusionist Gunner, he is already much stronger than these players in GGO just by experience.

Holding the M107 that had just shown its prowess in the matching game, Chen Mo looked around. Among the many screens on the wall, the front one was showing the process of his battle just now. This is the MVP of each game. to enjoy the treatment.

GGO’s motion capture is very good, and the captured pictures are very powerful. The battle scenes with heavy bullets and the roar of guns make people feel as if they are in the scene, and the impact is directly coming through the screen.

On the screen at this moment, a black-haired girl in a close-fitting battle suit swayed back and forth with double ponytails, jumping like a civet cat in the woods, and the hideous black heavy gun was in her hands as if nothing, dozens of red ballistics densely intertwined She made a big net, but she couldn't stop her advancing pace at all. After a while, the girl stopped, and at the same time raised the heavy sniper with one hand, her thin lips squirmed twice, and spit out a few cold words.

"game over."

"boom!"

Dazzling flames gushed out from the muzzle of the gun, and the entire upper body of the opponent was shattered into countless scarlet spots. The girl who witnessed all this had cold eyes, and the arm holding the gun did not move at all. Two ponytails behind him, one long and one short, sway violently, and the picture just freezes here.

After watching his match replay, Chen Mo raised a smug smile, and at the same time clicked on the random matching interface again.

……

Taking off the silver headband, Chen Mo lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling of the room in the darkness. At this time, there was already some faint light shining into the room through the curtains outside the window.

He turned out to be playing games all night.

Last night in the event hall of the GGO Governor's Mansion, Chen Mo and Asada Shino each played a few matches. Later, Asada Shino saw that the time was too late, and went offline directly after greeting Chen Mo, but Chen Mo was Played all night until now.

Sure enough, men really have no ability to resist this kind of black violence...

Reminiscing about the long-lost overnight feeling, Chen Mo turned over and sat up on the bed, then got up and walked out of the room.

Although he didn't sleep all night, with his current physical and mental attributes, it would be fine even if he didn't sleep for a few years. Even as long as he didn't engage in high-intensity battles, he didn't need to sleep to recover his energy at all.

It was just past six o'clock in the morning, and the other girls hadn't woken up yet.

After washing up and making breakfast, Chen Mo was watching the news while eating toasted bread covered with cheese, the door suddenly sounded in the corridor of the living room, and then a girl with messy pink hair and wearing a white nightgown opened the door. Walked out with a yawn.

"Hey, Froya, good morning."

After taking a sip of milk, Chen Mo swallowed the slice of bread in his mouth, and greeted the girl.

"Good morning...Mr. Chen Mo, I still got up so early today..."

Going to the dining table and sitting down, Froya stretched her waist, wiped her tears with her left hand, and grabbed the slice of bread on the dinner plate with her right hand to eat.

"You haven't washed it yet, so you just eat it?" Seeing the girl's movements, Chen Mo reminded.

"...Washing up?" Turning her head to look at Chen Mo, Froya paused for a moment, as if she was thinking about something, and then directly took a bite, and said disapprovingly while eating, "What didn't you eat during training before? How can there be so much emphasis..."

The training of mercenaries is much harder than that of regular troops. Although the seventh team is all female, they were not released during the training.

Seeing Froya burying her head in eating the bread, Chen Mo shook his head.

She is now 16 years old. When I read the team members’ profiles, it was noted that she had already participated in the training camp at the age of 14. Girls of this age should be in the bloom of youth, enjoying the love of family and friends, not Run on the battlefield as a soldier.

"When conditions permit, it's better to talk about hygiene as much as possible?" Chen Mo said with a smile, "No matter what, it's always right for girls to pay more attention to personal hygiene."

"Ugh...cough cough...cough cough cough cough...!!!"

Hearing Chen Mo's overly gentle words, Froya coughed a few times, and then shrank back on the back of the chair with a vigilant expression.

"You, why are you speaking in such a tone all of a sudden?!"

"What's wrong with my tone?"

Under Chen Mo's inexplicable gaze, Froya felt a sudden fever on her face, she hastily lowered her head, and continued stuffing slices of bread into her mouth.

After a while, she raised her head again, and there was still a little pink on her fair cheeks, "No one has ever said that to me before...why do you care about me so much?"

"No one cared about you before, so I'll make up for it now." Smiling and patted his chest, Chen Mo stood up and said, "Not only you, but also the captain, Tibby, Cecilie, Lanna, the team Everyone here, I will take good care of you."

With that said, Chen Mo walked behind Froya, reached out and gently stroked the long pink hair on top of her head, the hair was soft, with the girl's body temperature, and the touch was excellent.

"...Who made me the oldest big brother in the entire seventh team?"

"What big brother? Mr. Chen Mo, you are already at the age where you can only be called an uncle. Please recognize the reality and don't daydream... Also, don't touch my hair, it feels very uncomfortable!"

She said nasty words, but Froya did not avoid the generous palm on her head, feeling the heat from the palm, her ears were quietly covered with crimson.

……

After breakfast, Chen Mo strolled all the way to the returnee school.

Today is Wednesday, and there just happens to be a class from him in the morning.

Sitting cross-legged in the kendo field next to the gymnasium, Chen Mo had greeted the teacher in charge of the kendo department in advance, so all the bamboo swords that were basically unused were taken out from the warehouse of the gymnasium, and three rows of sword racks were lined up by the wall. Not long after the class bell rang, a large group of students walked into the kendo hall, and when they saw the bamboo swords placed on the sword stand, they immediately chattered.

"Okay, keep quiet!"

Chen Mo clapped his hands. On his lap was a birch wooden sword. This sword did not belong to the school's Kendo Department, but he bought it with his own money.