Chapter 107: Mysterious Forces Cannot Save the Unrighteous (Supplement to Yesterday’s Tenth Update)

Did Mei Mumu make a move?
Of course not!
With both hands clasped behind his back, over ten instructors and more than thirty trainees in the hall all saw clearly that Mei Mumu did not “strike” at all.
What he did was simply dodge Yelena’s punch, then suddenly lean forward and sprint past the outer side of her right armpit, appearing behind her like a ghost.
The distance between them was less than five centimeters.
Mei Mumu seemed to be almost lying against Yelena’s back, his body hidden in a blind spot beyond her field of vision.
A person’s field of view spans 180 degrees, but in reality, one can only focus attention on about 120 degrees; the rest is peripheral vision—blurred and unclear.
Since there are no eyes at the back of the head, one cannot see what’s behind.
Those who understood the subtleties noticed that Mei Mumu had perfectly sensed Yelena’s gaze, keeping his body always positioned opposite to her line of sight. It was like playing hide-and-seek around a pole, lurking where she couldn’t see.
This move sounds simple but is extremely difficult to execute.
First, the person behind must move faster than the other’s ability to turn their head and shift their eyes. They must also possess astonishing perceptive skills to detect the direction of the opponent’s gaze.
Without that, it would be impossible to shadow someone like Mei Mumu did.
Without exaggeration, had Mei Mumu wanted to, Yelena would have been dead a hundred times over just now.
Feeling a warm breath on her neck, Yelena broke out in goosebumps all over. She understood what had happened but was too stunned to believe it was real.
Her body went limp, and she collapsed into a sitting position on the floor, cold sweat breaking out, her eyes vacant, mouth half open as if trying to speak but unable to utter a word.
Mei Mumu gritted his teeth, thinking: “Did I just break this girl? She’s practically rubbing her face against mine. If she weren’t one of my girls, she wouldn’t have lasted two chapters. I only gave her a little shock—can I really be blamed for this?”
By the way, this was the legendary “Shadow Step” that Mei Mumu was revered for before crossing over. In truth, it’s nothing special—just relying on experience, perception, and overwhelming speed.
Speaking of speed, well, how about double “Self-Acceleration”?
Doubling his speed increases the strain on his body, which is why Mei Mumu rarely uses it.
“*Huff! Huff!*” Amid the large hall filled with people, no one spoke, only the sound of gasps filled the air.
Where there are people, there’s rivalry. Mei Mumu was young yet held such a high position—who wouldn’t envy him?
Even though his promotion was ultimately due to a great achievement coupled with a severe injury—essentially a battlefield promotion to brigadier general before turning twenty—people still looked on with envy.
The instructors outwardly defended Mei Mumu’s dignity; even if they weren’t jealous, who wouldn’t want to see the skills of a legendary hero?
Now, everyone had witnessed it, even if only the tip of the iceberg.
They all realized that only such ghostly prowess could cut down a German general amidst thousands of soldiers.
Unanimously, every instructor and trainee—even the visibly shaken Yelena—stood up and bowed to Mei Mumu.
Whether in judo or freestyle fighting, the customs were universal.
A bow was the highest form of respect shown to the strong and the masters.
With the loudest voices, everyone shouted in unison, “Thank you, Chief Instructor, for your guidance!”
Not out of respect for his rank, but in acknowledgment of his strength.
Mei Mumu left with pride and calm grace, feeling the awe-filled gazes of the Russians on his back as he strode away from the training ground with his hands behind him.
Since crossing over to 1942, Mei Mumu had truly honed his physical fitness.
Long exposure to gunfire and explosions, using “Self-Acceleration” to operate beyond his natural physical limits, while burdensome, had clearly sharpened his reflexes and agility.
This was what Mei Mumu valued most.
After so long, he had begun to grasp the rules. At certain moments or in specific timelines, the fate-shift points he could acquire were clearly limited. Unless he was a Marvel hero or a significant villain, fate-shift opportunities rarely arose.
Considering that lottery draws could yield useless items, conserving fate-shift points was essential. The most valuable thing was to improve without spending those points.
With no formidable enemies for now, Mei Mumu suppressed his urge to gamble, choosing not to spend the fate-shift points he had acquired.
However, as mid-1943 approached, a new order arrived, making Mei Mumu realize his strategy of saving luck and fate-shift points could no longer continue.
“Do I have to obtain human experiment data from the Little Devils?” Mei Mumu felt a bit annoyed.
Working for someone?
No way!
He never saw himself as the type to work for others!
He was destined to be a god of magic. Even Stalin himself couldn’t command him!
But the energy of the “Eye of Agomoto” still had reserves. Based on his calculations with Miss Balance, it could last at least half a year. After that, he’d have to return to 2016 to fight Dormammu again. Only after recharging the Time Stone on the main timeline could he time-travel once more.
Not gathering more fate-shift points just felt like not breaking even.
“Let’s gamble!”
Mei Mumu immersed his focus into his spiritual realm and immediately saw that huge spinning wheel again. Fate shards were just appetizers—usually used as soon as obtained.
Besides lottery draws, fate shards could be used for enhancements. For example, the “Dungeons & Dragons” level one spell collection pack he had drawn before could be upgraded by exchanging shards for higher-level spells. He had used almost all his shards for that, upgrading straight to level five.
He had twenty fate-shift points left.
“Hmm… let’s try a one-point draw and see if I get lucky?” Specified draws were not bad but felt a bit pricey. If he could get a rare item with ordinary points, that would be great.
People are like that: even knowing the odds of winning the lottery are one in a hundred million, they still imagine it could be them.
*Whirr! Whirr!* The wheel spun at high speed.
When a card—probably a character card—was drawn and kept spinning, the epic purple glow appeared, making Mei Mumu’s heart leap with joy.
Epic!
Awesome!
I told you, even normal draws can yield good stuff.
Wait! Something’s wrong.
He clearly remembered that the back of the “Dalaran Magic Apprentice” card depicted a robed mage. Why was this one wearing armor?
Mei Mumu’s face darkened immediately.
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