Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others-Chapter 83 - 0 Class Division_1
Chapter 83: 083 Class Division_1
Chapter 83: 083 Class Division_1
“Old Du, you little punk, you’re really aiming for the skies!” In the school cafeteria, Gao Ming chattered nonstop, “Spiritual power actually at 80, I went into the simulation once and only increased my spiritual power by 3 points. If I’d known the reward for first place was so high, I would’ve gone all out too, damn it! Even without the reward it’d be fine, this spiritual power is almost reaching the graduation assessment standard. In the next simulation, isn’t it just a matter of seizing whoever I want to seize? With such a high starting point, becoming a warrior after passing the assessment is just a piece of cake…”
My spiritual power is 160, say it and scare you to death.
Duge muttered to himself.
Like Rear Eye, the spiritual power value was also hidden.
Duge felt extremely relieved by this. A spiritual power of 80 had already astonished Teacher Hu as a Celestial Being. If he knew Duge’s actual spiritual power was as high as 160, wouldn’t he immediately send me to a battlefield to die?
“Mr. Du, come, have some soup.” Gao Ming pushed a bowl of mushy soup, the contents of which were anyone’s guess, in front of Duge. “Forgive little Gao for his previous disrespect towards you. When you rise to prominence in the future, don’t forget the services rendered humbly by little Gao. If you still feel it’s not enough, little Gao will wash up and go all out to make sure Mr. Du is thoroughly served tonight…”
“Scram.” Duge replied irritably, gazing at the synthetic bun in front of him with a frown. He now understood why Feng Jiu could distinguish between students from the commoner school and the elite school simply by their food.
Synthetic food is just a mix of non-lethal ingredients, supplemented by some flavorings and essential nutrients for the human body.
Without any taste or aroma, biting into it is like chewing on tofu dregs, hard to swallow, it’s not fit for human consumption.
“Mr. Du, used to the delicacies of mountain and sea in the simulation, can’t stand the pig feed outside now do you?” Gao Ming snickered, took a bite of the synthetic bun, “Why torture yourself like that? You were clearly controlling most of the situation, just develop slowly. Why not enjoy a few more days in there, why come out so early?”
“With the situation as it was then, do you think I could still control it?” Duge took a bite of the bun and difficultly washed it down with a gulp of soup, once again lamenting that life truly wasn’t meant to be like this. He needed to figure out a way to cross the class divide…
“Also true. Getting first place all the same, once the reward is distributed, you can still live the life of the upper class in the small cafeteria, why care about the virtual food inside the simulation?” Gao Ming whispered close to Duge’s side, “Mr. Du, I won’t eat much of yours, just improve my meals once a week, okay? After all, we’ve lived together for eighteen years, from bare-bottomed kids to grown-ups. That’s a bond, isn’t it?”
Eighteen years?
You’re only eighteen years old, aren’t you!
Duge inwardly commented, forcing down a few more bites of the bun before getting up to leave, “I won’t forget you. Old Gao, take your time eating, I can’t eat any more, I’m going back to the dorm.”
Although he had bluffed the principal and teachers, without a clear understanding of the world’s social structure, he always felt insecure. Surely he couldn’t continue asking Gao Ming for basic knowledge in the future!
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Leaving the cafeteria, the surrounding students were still discussing the simulation.
The assessments for all grades were conducted simultaneously.
After the live broadcast of the first year’s simulation ended, more students gathered in the auditorium to watch the live broadcasts of the second, third, and fourth years’ simulation assessments, drawing on others’ experiences.
Duge glanced over the higher grades’ assessment content.
The second year’s was set in an ancient war-torn background, with nations at war in endless chaos;
The third year’s assessment seemed to have an urban supernatural setting, filled with ghosts, demons, and monsters, with one misstep leading to a gruesome death;
As for the fourth year’s graduation assessment, the background was supposed to be similar to a high martial arts world like Fengyun, where a slash of the sword could emit energy waves for tens of meters…
The higher the grade, the more difficult the simulation;
Each grade had ten screens displaying live feeds, spread out in different halls, the cameras presumably following the top ten contenders in the simulation. Whenever the top ten spots changed, the camera would swiftly switch to the new perspective.
A group of people watched with great interest, occasionally switching from one hall to another, analyzing the players inside, guessing what their keywords were, trying to predict who would ultimately come out on top.
Many even took notes with pen and paper.
Duge watched for a few moments then left.
Most of the players inside were overly cautious. Their lives in the simulation were hardly any different; they were so wary, their words and deeds matching their keywords, yet afraid of shining too bright and being discovered by others. It was dull and monotonous, more boring than a TV drama.
In the end, it was lacking in tension, watching their performances was a complete waste of time.
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Back in the dormitory, Duge quickly went through all the materials regarding the civilization of Qiyuan Star, and then, he thoroughly respected this world.
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Whatever the world, it always evolves into classes.
When the people of Qiyuan Star lay flat, and society’s forces were dedicated to training warriors to continue civilization.
The warriors, who faced death for the survival of their people, rightfully had their status elevated and became a privileged class, enjoying the best social welfare.
But human nature is selfish.
When their status rose, the warriors would certainly find ways to solidify their interests.
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Due to resource scarcity, the government took control of resource allocation, and most civilians could not afford to raise their children.
Some extreme parents, unwilling to let their children suffer in such a world, chose to kill their newborns.
In any case, for various reasons, the infant mortality rate on Qiyuan Star was extremely high.
To avoid this, the government of Qiyuan Star established new regulations, where newborns were taken in by the state for uniform nurturing and education.
These state-managed children were educated in schools, learning basic cultural knowledge, performance skills, and understanding of key terms until the age of eighteen.
Then, at eighteen, they participated in their first simulation assessment.
After that, an annual simulation assessment.
Ultimately, at twenty-one, they faced the last assessment of their lives; passing would see them soar to great heights as warriors, failing meant sinking to the lower class.
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When this system was first established, the children of warriors and commoners were treated the same.
After all, it was about the development of the entire civilization.
Aside from the central database, no one knew who their parents were.
Who could become a warrior was determined by competence, and the opportunity was fair to everyone.
But a hundred years ago, Hua Guyun, leading the team of Qiyuan Star, won the competition for three consecutive years, securing vast resources for the world. Riding on his achievements, the super soldier Hua Guyun proposed the motion “The Influence of Superior Genes on the Victory Rate in Alien Battlefields.”
The main content of the motion was about differentiating between the offspring of warriors and civilians for cultivation.
Hua Guyun believed that the excellent genes of warriors were more likely to produce outstanding offspring, and that warriors would be more devoted when cultivating their own descendants.
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Allowing warriors to cultivate their own offspring could lead to the creation of more elites.
An increase in elites meant a higher chance of victory on the Alien Battlefield, helping secure more resources, which would benefit the continuation of human civilization and allow more people to have enough to eat…
Once the motion was proposed, it immediately got the support and endorsement of the vast majority of the warrior class.
Among ordinary civilians, there were wise individuals who opposed these privileges, but their voices were barely heard from the bottom of society.
Moreover, during the three victorious years of Hua Guyun, the lower class filled their bellies like never before, which was a tangible achievement.
The common people, who had been starving all their lives, were satisfied with just having a full meal. After all, they didn’t even know who their children were; being at the bottom, they didn’t know for whom to fight for rights…
And so.
The motion was rapidly approved.
From that time on, the children of warriors were granted privileges; they were raised by their biological parents and could attend elite academies with stronger teaching faculties.
From then on, the warriors established their own familial systems, clearly delineating the line from civilians.
Having a family meant protection and inheritance.
To ensure their status wasn’t usurped by newer generations of warriors, the older generation mobilized a great amount of resources to favor the elite academies.
Family traditions and superior education allowed the elite academies to churn out elites, who held most of the positions in the Alien Battlefield…
However.
To offer the common people a glimmer of hope, the Qiyuan Star government preserved the civilian academies, ostensibly giving everyone a fair chance to compete.
Government-run civilian academies, no matter how hard they tried, couldn’t compare to the elite academies. In institutions like the one Duge attended, having three or four students pass the assessments to enter the warrior system was already enough to make the entire school celebrate.
The fate of most students was to end up in the lower class after graduation, working like cattle and horses, dedicating their strength to the world’s operations.
Therefore, the four simulation assessments after turning eighteen were referred to by civilian academy students as the last welfare of their lives; they would enjoy it while they could.
Of course.
Many more students still harbored the fantasy of becoming warriors, hoping to stand out in the simulation arena. After all, this was their only chance in life to turn the tables and change their fortunes.
