World’s End: My Keyword is One More Than Others

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Integrity: Just and selfless, upright and straightforward; a person of integrity; to correct the crooked and make it upright; not slanted, not bent; synonyms: upright, honest, noble;

Division: To split something entirely, also refers to the whole being split; dispersed, not unified; synonyms: separation, splitting, segmentation;

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The moment Du Ge saw the two keywords, his entire body stiffened. No one would believe it wasn't intentional.

Division was the second keyword, which Pan-Universal Entertainment didn't know about, so let's not mention it for now.

But to assign the keyword "integrity" to a scumbag who was betrayed by everyone and hated by all?

Isn't this just deliberately disgusting him?

Even for the sake of increasing viewership, they can't torment him like this, right?

In this damned prison, there's not even a person to talk to, and he’s scheduled for execution the next day. How is he supposed to brush up his integrity attribute?

And they don't even allow him to use the Power of Poseidon. This is just sending him to his death!

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"Integrity?"

Pan-Universal Entertainment Company Headquarters.

Looking at Du Ge's environment and the keywords matched to him, everyone at the headquarters fell into a state of shock.

"Are you sure the keywords and body possession are random?" Ross asked.

"We specified the location for the possession, but the keywords and the identity for possession are truly random," someone from the Technical Department said. "He randomly got this identity and these keywords purely because he's too unlucky."

"This is normal; how could he always get good keywords every time?" someone from the Marketing Department laughed. "This time, no one will suspect us of rigging the results."

"Up until now, Du Ge has managed to turn every keyword into chaos, but 'integrity' doesn't suit him at all!" someone from the Technical Department said. "He probably won't pass this game round."

"How's the casino doing?" Ross asked.

"Everyone is betting heavily that Du Ge will die," the casino manager said, "and the number of bets is increasing crazily."

"People on the forum are already offering to buy Du Ge's soul," someone from the Marketing Department said. "Some are even asking for a new body for him to continue participating in the game if he dies. We have to admit, Du Ge's popularity is through the roof. Ross, should we prepare some contingency plans for his death..." ʀ

"He won't die," Ross shook his head. "Don't forget, Du Ge has an affinity for water. When it comes to the brink of death, he will definitely use his water-based magic. I just hope he is smart enough to conceal his water magic and not use that seven-orifice touch again."

A moment of silence.

"What if Du Ge really uses the seven-orifice touch?" someone from the Technical Department asked.

"Then we can only blame the intelligent server," Ross said helplessly. "The intelligent server is the most impartial; every procedure can withstand any scrutiny. Didn't the Casino Alliance come to investigate last time? Our server had no issues.

In any case, whatever happens, it's not the company's fault. But I think the audience loves that kid Du Ge; they probably won't mind him having a few more special abilities..."

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While the people at Pan-Universal Entertainment were considering his predicament, Du Ge was also contemplating whether to use the Power of Poseidon.

In this world, the law has a special provision.

The death penalty can only be executed once.

That means the executioner has only one chance to kill the criminal.

If the executioner slips up, or if they encounter a clumsy person who makes a mistake during the job,

then the death row inmate will be released without charges.

But historically, the chances of an executioner making a mistake are extremely low.

If it's hanging, relying on the Alien Star warriors' super recovery ability, they can easily survive.

Then, Du Ge could gain a legitimate identity and start a new life.

But beheading, no Alien Star warrior can survive that initially.

Damn noble privilege?

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The Power of Poseidon is linked to mental power.

Now, Du Ge's mental power is high enough that, even without the Power of Faith, his water control range exceeds three kilometers.

Controlling water at the execution ground would be enough to get him out of trouble.

Du Ge was considering Bai Long's warning: if he used the Power of Poseidon, would it bring disaster to him after leaving the Alien Star Battlefield?

But soon, Du Ge dismissed this ridiculous thought.

If he died on the battlefield, there would be no future to worry about. If there's a way to solve the predicament, use it.

If there's no other way, the Power of Poseidon should be used, living one more day is one more day.

Moreover, besides "integrity," he also had the second keyword, "division"!

Division, which means separation.

Even in a prison with no one around, he could still enhance his attributes.

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Du Ge smashed the shackles on his hands against the brick on the ground.

Crack!

The green brick cracked.

Du Ge's attributes increased, and the injuries he sustained at the banquet from Xima Lynch's followers began to heal bit by bit.

Bang!

Crack!

Another green brick was smashed, and Du Ge's attributes continued to rise.

The activity of his body was also increasing bit by bit, improving the already depleted body of this wastrel, Holly.

Meanwhile,

his super mental power was also improving his physique, but the speed of improvement was far slower than the attribute enhancement.

While smashing bricks, Du Ge analyzed the current world.

In Holly's memory, this world had magic, warriors who grew through martial souls, and various strange creatures like dragons and elves.

Holly's personality became twisted and dark because he was interfered with during his martial soul awakening, leading to its failure, dooming him to never possess a martial soul, and he vented this frustration on others.

Regardless of the reason, in Du Ge's eyes, this guy was still a waste.

Even if the martial soul awakening failed, he could still become a scholar or a healer, achieving success in other fields instead of giving up on himself and ultimately burying his family.

Shaking his head to rid himself of Holly's past, Du Ge continued to recall the world's structure.

In this world, whether warriors cultivating martial souls or mages practicing magic, they all possessed powerful souls.

This should be why nearly seventy percent of the thousand Alien Star warriors died as soon as they entered.

As he suspected, reducing the numbers was to prevent them from banding together.

On average, each planet had about thirty people left, making it very unlikely to find and group with allies.

However,

Du Ge wasn't worried about Gao Ming, Feng Zhong, and others.

Those who survived the last Alien Star Battlefield had mental powers in the five digits, making the chances of possession failure very low. It was the new recruits who had a low survival probability.

Following normal reasoning, other planets, having learned from the last battlefield's failure and knowing the changed rules, would likely send warriors with higher mental power or more experience to participate in this battle.

So, this battlefield's enemies should be tougher than the last...

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Bang!

Bang!

The prison door was heavily struck by a baton, and the guard impatiently looked at Du Ge, who was persistently smashing bricks inside the cell. "What are you banging for? If you keep it up, I'll come in and break your legs first..."

"Sir, do you believe I didn't mess with Xima Lynch?" Du Ge looked at the guard, stood up straight, and said calmly.

"..." The guard was stunned for a moment, then angrily said, "I don't care if you messed with Xima Lynch or not; I'm not a judge. I only know that you, scumbag, are going to die tomorrow. If you don't behave, I'll make you taste something worse than death before you die..."

"Sir, I'm not asking you to judge; I'm just telling you a fact." Du Ge smiled and stood even straighter. "Character is the measure of the soul; power and money can't measure it. To maintain nobility and integrity, even in the face of death, my heart is joyful and content."

"You? Integrity?" The guard sneered, "Even the most evil souls wouldn't believe Holly is a man of integrity."

"Integrity doesn't need others to believe; it only needs a clear conscience." Du Ge looked at him and said, "I once hid my noble soul with foolish acts, and those days tormented me greatly. Now, if my death can cover the shame of a harlot and save her soul from the abyss, I will die without regret."

"Harlot?" The guard, who was about to leave, stopped again upon hearing this, his eyes shining. "Are you talking about Xima Lynch?"

"A person of integrity shouldn't reveal others' privacy. I intended to take this secret to my grave. But I don't want to die with a reputation of depravity."

Du Ge looked at the guard and sighed, "So, I knocked on the bricks to draw you here, just to tell you the truth. You are just an ordinary guard; no one will believe you even if you know the truth. This way, it won't harm Xima Lynch, and it will bring solace to my soul. That's enough."

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