119: Chapter 119 Plundering Mo Yufei

Commander Shi Haidong felt a chill down his spine; he immediately suppressed all traces of greed and put on a humble, remorseful expression.

He knew very well that a head-on confrontation would mean certain death.

Mo Yufei's combat power, this epoch-defying battle armor, and the Robot Chief of Staff completely crushed all conventional weaponry in this plane; it was simply not something he could challenge at his current stage.

But he was not afraid.

Because he was a transmigrator, and he possessed a unique [Prestige System].

While superficially bowing in apology and slowly retreating, pretending to be completely settled and no longer covetous, a pale blue system panel that only he could see quietly popped up in Commander Shi Haidong's field of vision.

[Prestige System Activated]

[Host: Commander Shi Haidong]

[Current Faction: Chinese National Army (Temporary)]

[Current Reputation: 21700]

[Sources of Reputation: Meritorious service on the battlefield, gaining the awe of soldiers and civilians, subduing extraordinary individuals, protecting the country, and killing enemies]

[Special Assessment: This target possesses extremely high value for reputation harvesting]

The lines of system text caused Commander Shi Haidong's suppressed mindset to instantly reverse; a fierce, sinister glint surged in his eyes. He could plunder Mo Yufei's reputation; his system could bind to them—three people—and gather the reputation of all three onto himself.

He finally understood his greatest advantage.

Mo Yufei was invincible, Mo Yufei was unsolvable, and Mo Yufei's equipment was heaven-defying, but he apparently did not have a system.

Mo Yufei killed the Japanese Army on this battlefield, defended positions, saved soldiers, and salvaged lost causes. All these earth-shattering feats, and all the emotions of awe, shock, and gratitude from the soldiers and civilians, would all be converted into reputation, ultimately landing in his, Commander Shi Haidong's, system account.

Mo Yufei worked himself to the bone.

He sat back and reaped the reputation.

The fiercer Mo Yufei was, the more he killed, the more he saved, and the more he performed like a savior god, the more he would gain.

Commander Shi Haidong lowered his head, hiding the crazed calculations in his eyes, and sneered incessantly in his heart.

His previous desire to recruit him or seize his equipment had been shortsighted.

Now that he had figured it out, there was no need to rush to snatch anything.

This method was ten thousand times safer than forcibly seizing it.

He immediately issued a confirmation in his heart to the system to activate his exclusive passive skill.

[Ding! Passive Skill: Reputation Grafting (Secret) Activated]

[Effect: When a third-party powerhouse from a higher plane establishes merits on the local battlefield, all reputation generated by the awe, gratitude, and adoration of soldiers and civilians will be 100% transferred to the host]

[Stealth Effect: The target will have no awareness; no backlash, no notifications, and no abnormal fluctuations]

Perfect.

Commander Shi Haidong's heart hammered; he could barely suppress his wild joy.

Mo Yufei looked down on the wealth and glory of this era and disdained official positions and power.

That didn't matter.

He didn't need Mo Yufei to submit, nor did he need Mo Yufei to be obedient.

He only needed to coax, indulge, and stabilize Mo Yufei, keeping him at Beishan Pass, making him continue to act, continue to slaughter enemies, and continue to save the world.

Mo Yufei would fight the hard battles, and he would farm the reputation.

Mo Yufei would exhaust his battle armor's energy, and he would increase his system level.

Mo Yufei would save the entire army and become renowned, but in the end, all the benefits, all the system rewards, and all the permission upgrades would belong to him, Commander Shi Haidong.

When the reputation was accumulated to the limit, the system level was maxed out, and the ultimate permissions were unlocked—unlocking plane plundering and rule erasure—by that time.

Mo Yufei's battle armor and the robot would all be his.

If soft tactics didn't work, he would use reputation as bait.

Commander Shi Haidong completely steadied his mindset, his face returning to the sincere, patriotic expression of a soldier, and he retreated step by step into the ranks of the remaining troops.

Separated by the smoke of war, he looked from afar at Mo Yufei, who stood quietly before the scene, his sinister plan taking shape in his heart.

From now on.

He would not provoke, not offend, and not reveal his greed.

He would only do one thing: create more hard battles, create more desperate situations, and force Mo Yufei to have to act.

The Japanese Army charging, artillery barrages, suicide squad counterattacks, positions collapsing.

The more dangerous the battle situation and the more desperate the soldiers, the stronger the shock of Mo Yufei's intervention to save the world.

The stronger the shock, the deeper the awe.

His reputation would rise all the more terrifyingly.

Commander Shi Haidong lowered his head slightly, the corners of his mouth curling into a sinister smile that no one saw.

Aren't you high and mighty, viewing the wealth and power of the secular world as dirt?

Then you can just be your savior war god.

I will be your sole harvester.

All your radiance, all your battle records, and all your heaven-defying achievements.

Will all belong to me.

The murderous aura, wrapped in the smoke of war, made it hard to breathe. Commander Shi Haidong retreated with a respectful expression, but in his heart, he had already calculated everything thoroughly.

Relying solely on the Prestige System's passive harvesting could only result in reaping the rewards without effort, but Mo Yufei's background was too bizarre.

His battle armor and robot completely transcended the understanding of this plane. If he couldn't fathom the other party's origins, even if his reputation was high in the future, acting rashly would very likely lead to losing everything.

He had to test and find out exactly what kind of sacred being Mo Yufei was.

Commander Shi Haidong restrained the greed in his eyes, put on a sincere, patriotic expression, and did not retreat completely, stopping just a few steps away.

He put on a hesitant expression, as if genuinely worried about the battle situation, yet unable to suppress his curiosity to ask.

"Mr. Mo, just now I was eager for quick success and spoke abruptly; I hope you will be magnanimous."

He first lowered his posture to apologize, giving the other party plenty of face, then slightly shifted the topic, his tone becoming gentle and carrying a hint of concern, seemingly just chatting idly, but in reality, every word was a probe.

"It's just that your abilities, sir, are truly too shocking."

"I have walked among the military for many years and have seen quite a few extraordinary people, but I have never seen anyone who could withstand artillery fire without a scratch, not to mention such exquisite equipment and that intelligent machine."

Commander Shi Haidong's gaze swept seemingly unintentionally over the silver-glowing protective suit on Mo Yufei, then glanced at the silver-gray Robot Chief of Staff, his gaze finally returning to Mo Yufei's face as he asked, feigning ignorance.

"Forgive my presumptuous question, but where exactly are you from, sir? Are you a recluse expert practicing in seclusion, or are you assistance sent from some secret country overseas?"

"Or perhaps..."

He paused deliberately, observing the changes in Mo Yufei's expression, and carefully tossed out his most core conjecture, his voice lowered so that only the two of them could hear:

"Are you, like me, someone who came from another place?"

Once these words were out, Commander Shi Haidong stared fixedly at Mo Yufei, waiting for the other party's answer. Even a micro-expression or a slight change in tone could become the basis for his judgment.

If they were both transmigrators, then things would be easy to handle.

Everyone was essentially an outsider; the logic of their actions would have traces to follow. In the future, when harvesting reputation or laying out schemes, he would be able to precisely grasp the other party's weaknesses.

But if the other party was an existence from a higher dimension, or a visitor from another plane, acting without any pattern, then he must be more cautious and not easily reveal any flaws.

After hearing these words, Mo Yufei was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected to encounter a second transmigrator, but his gaze remained calm as it landed on Commander Shi Haidong.

"You guessed correctly."

Just five short words caused Commander Shi Haidong's pupils to shrink suddenly, and a stormy sea instantly surged in his heart.

As expected!

Mo Yufei really was also an outsider!

A huge surprise welled up in his heart. Commander Shi Haidong forcibly suppressed his wild joy, maintaining a calm expression on his face, and continued to ask, unruffled, to further extract information.

"So that's how it is. No wonder brother has such an extraordinary vision and looks down on the fame and wealth of the secular world. Then, may I ask, sir, do you come from the future, or another world?"

Mo Yufei watched his probing, which was pressing step by step, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc.

"Probing my background—you want to scheme against me better, right?"

One sentence directly pierced through the schemes in the depths of Commander Shi Haidong's heart.

Commander Shi Haidong's whole body stiffened, his expression instantly freezing. He never expected that his thoughts, which he had hidden so secretly, would be seen through at a glance by the other party.

The Robot Chief of Staff's narrow sensor light strip suddenly flickered with a cold light, locking onto Commander Shi Haidong, and an invisible pressure swept over him once again.

Commander Shi Haidong's heart sank; he knew that his probing just now had, after all, been exposed.

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