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

"Uncle Du, who's treating you to a meal at the Celebration Tower?" Gao Ming led the way, acting as a human navigator.

"Feng Zhong." Du Ge replied.

While Gao Ming had his back to him, Du Ge tried out a backstab.

The speed seemed to be a bit faster, but not significantly so, leaving Du Ge unsure whether he had managed to bring the backstab skill out of the Simulation Field.

After all,

In the real world, there were no keywords. Even if he had brought the backstab skill out, there were no attributes to enhance it. Given his current physical condition, the skill was rather useless, far less noticeable than the effect of the third eye.

The skills brought back from the Alien Star Battlefield couldn't all be auxiliary skills like the third eye. The officials must have advanced skill training methods. He would have to look into it when he had the chance.

"So it's that guy. You brought him into the top three, he's trying to win you over!" Gao Ming, completely unaware that he had just been backstabbed, continued, "There's not a single good person in the Elite Academy. Let's fleece him this time."

"Hmm." The backstab didn't have much effect, Du Ge was a bit disappointed. He responded perfunctorily, observing the environment outside the school.

On such a large planet, only one billion people remained. There weren't many pedestrians on the street, mostly elderly people with expressionless faces, like walking corpses, devoid of vitality.

Occasionally, when they looked at them in their school uniforms, a glimmer of light would appear on their faces, a mix of nostalgia and a hint of pity.

The streets were lined with entertainment facilities like casinos, game halls, and video halls. These should be provided by the officials to add some fun to the lives of these pitiful people.

"I knew there was a reason you only ate a few bites. Did you guess someone was treating? You should have told me earlier, I ate a belly full of junk." Gao Ming rubbed his stomach and complained, "Du Ge, after one trip to the Simulation Field, you seem different."

"Old Gao, I'm still the same me. It's just that you've been blinded by my number one ranking in the Simulation Field, that's why you think I've changed." Du Ge turned to look at him, giving him a psychological hint. Soul replacement might fool others, but it wouldn't fool this man who had lived with him for eighteen years.

"Really?" Gao Ming was skeptical.

"Ever heard of the idol effect?" Du Ge smiled, "In the Simulation Field, I did manage a large territory, I'm a man who's done big things. And, the people I'll be dealing with in the future will be different from before, so it's normal for my thinking and actions to change. Once you've experienced what I've experienced, you'll understand."

"I know the Simulation Field can make people grow quickly." Gao Ming sighed, looking at Du Ge with a grievance, "I want to experience what you've experienced too, but you kicked me out early and didn't give me a chance!"

"..." Du Ge was taken aback, suddenly realizing that his worry was unnecessary. Each entry into the Simulation Field was equivalent to a time travel, it was normal for one's personality to change.

He looked at Gao Ming and smiled, "Do you think I brought you out to meet Feng Zhong just so you could mooch off a meal? Old Gao, our friendship from childhood, I'll never forget you."

"I knew Uncle Du wouldn't leave me behind." Gao Ming grinned, came over, and raised his orchid finger, "Uncle Du takes me flying during the day, and I take Uncle Du flying at night..."

"Get lost!" Du Ge scolded.

...

The Celebration Tower was the largest entertainment venue in Yong'an City, open to all, offering dining, gambling, bathing, and other services.

They would regularly introduce some discounted dishes, and ordinary people could also have a chance to improve their quality of life here after saving up some money.

But most of the time, it was the elite class that frequented the place.

Of course, this so-called elite class referred to those students from the Elite Academy who had not obtained the qualification of warriors, the servants attached to the warrior families, and the stewards in charge of managing the family business.

The real upper class had their own places of leisure and would not come to such a mixed place.

...

From a distance, Du Ge saw four young men standing at the entrance of the Celebration Tower. They occasionally chatted and looked around the street corner.

In the Simulation Field, he could hear everything they said clearly. Now that he was back to being an ordinary person, he found it a bit hard to adjust.

How he missed life in the Simulation Field!

As Du Ge was reminiscing, the four men saw him and came over at the same time.

"Brother Qi, you're finally here (you're finally here) (I thought you weren't coming) (here)..."

Several voices sounded at once.

"Damn, you guys have no shame, pretending to be me?"

"Old Si, didn't you say you were here for fun?"

"Wen Fei, is it fun to cut in on me?"

"Brother Qi, don't believe these bastards, I'm the real Feng Zhong, we made a phone appointment, room 203."

"Bullshit, Brother Qi clearly made an appointment with me for room 305..."

"Yin Erchuan, are you unsatisfied with being eliminated and want to harm Brother Qi?"

...

Gao Ming was dumbfounded on the spot: "Uncle Du, which one is Feng Zhong?"

The one called Yin Erchuan!

Du Ge recognized the real Feng Zhong at a glance. Although they had different faces, Yin Erchuan's habit of rubbing his little finger when excited was exactly the same as Feng Zhong's in the Simulation Field.

And the one called Old Si, his eyes were calm, he should be here to contact him, to observe him up close.The one named Wen Fei and the one whose name was unknown, both of them looked at him with a certain gaze. One was somewhat mocking, the other somewhat disgusted. They must have come for revenge.

After all.

No matter how perfect the disguise, the intent to stab someone in the back can't be hidden.

Du Ge's eyes swept over their faces, analyzing their motives from their micro-expressions. He shrugged, "I don't know either. I received four calls in total, each person gave the correct password. I don't know which one is real, so I invited them all out. I thought I would be able to recognize the real one when I met them..."

"Damn!" Yin Erchuan cursed angrily, "You bastards, you have no shame. Brother Seven, how could you fall for this?"

"Brother Seven, come with me. Those guys have ill intentions. I will protect you." Wen Fei said urgently.

"Wen, I think you're the one with the worst intentions." Yin Erchuan was agitated. He abruptly pulled out a book from his bosom, "Brother Seven, I brought you a Body Refinement technique."

Gao Ming's eyes suddenly brightened, "Du Ge, this one is sincere. It must be real."

"Yin Erchuan, you're well-prepared to deceive Brother Seven!" Old Si looked astonished, "Brother Seven, don't fall for his trick. What use is a Body Refinement technique? It's the mental refinement technique that matters. I didn't bring it this time because I was in a hurry, but next time I'll bring you both the mental refinement technique and the Body Refinement technique..."

Body Refinement technique, mental refinement technique?

These must be the techniques to increase attributes in the real world!

Du Ge's eyes sparkled slightly, "I know there are real and fake ones among you, but why can't all of you be Feng Zhong?"

"..." The four of them were stunned.

"Brother Seven?" Yin Erchuan looked at Du Ge in surprise, seemingly not expecting him to say such a thing.

"Feng Zhong came to me for cooperation in the next Simulation Field. But there are ten spots in the top ten of the Simulation Field, and we are only five people in total. Why do we have to fight to the death instead of cooperating together?" Du Ge laughed.

Yin Erchuan furrowed his brows.

A trace of contempt flashed in Wen Fei's eyes.

"Of course, some of you must think that I, who luckily got the first place, am getting ahead of myself. A person from a civilian school, not as strong as you, not as understanding of the Simulation Field as you. Cooperating with you is nothing more than wanting to cling to your coattails and scrape some resources from you." Du Ge looked at them and slowly shook his head, "But I can tell you a fact. When I was in school, my newly tested mental power value was 80. I wonder if this value could arouse even a slight desire to invest in you?"

Du Ge played his only trump card.

Hiss!

They all took a sharp breath, their gazes at Du Ge simultaneously changing.

(End of Chapter)