Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others-Chapter 84 - 0 The Real and Fake Feng Zhong_1
Chapter 84: 084 The Real and Fake Feng Zhong_1
Chapter 84: 084 The Real and Fake Feng Zhong_1
Good news.
Without parents, there is no need to worry about family matters;
Bad news.
This is a completely deformed world where the elite class has completely monopolized resource distribution…
…
“No wonder the commoner academies harbor so much resentment towards the students of the elite academies!” Duge closed the “History of Qiyuan Star Civilization,” sighing deeply, “It seems that to live well in this world, one must become a warrior. Once reduced to a commoner, there is no longer a day in the sun.”
Every year on Qiyuan Star, about thirty thousand warrior reserves are selected.
But only one thousand two hundred warriors ultimately ascend to the Alien Battlefield, divided into four groups—Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta—with each group consisting of three hundred people who compete in four different battlegrounds. Resources are distributed according to the final ranking of each group;
Normally, as long as one group wins, the resources earned are just enough to barely maintain civilization;
If two groups win, commoners can enjoy about two months of normal food in a year;
If three groups win, commoners can then enjoy half a year of normal food distribution;
If all four groups win, such an occurrence has never been seen in the history of Qiyuan Star…
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As for Duge bringing out skills from the simulation, the book “Overview of the Alien Battlefield” provides a detailed explanation; the simulation field can enhance a candidate’s spiritual power but cannot bring out skills from it.
However, warriors who survive on the Alien Battlefield do have a certain chance of bringing derivative skills back.
But this probability is extremely low.
And those who do bring advanced skills back from the Alien Battlefield are without exception members of Qiyuan Star’s upper echelons…
Duge speculated that the simulator also has the function to allow contestants to bring out skills, but Pan-Universe Entertainment has blocked this feature for Qiyuan Star, and his transmigration had caused a BUG in the simulator, perhaps due to data overflow or something like that, creating his unique golden finger.
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“Thirty thousand warrior reserves, twelve hundred warriors.” Duge didn’t intend to reveal his golden finger; he lay back in his chair, closed his eyes, and engaged in a brainstorming session on his own, “That means as long as I can pass as a warrior and not appear too excellent, I can enjoy the high-quality resources of this world without having to go to the Alien Battlefield and risk my life. This is the best solution for survival in this world, and most people probably aim for the same thing.”
“Become a warrior but don’t appear too excellent…”
“…What would be the consequences of that on the Alien Battlefield…”
The principal’s reprimanding words suddenly invaded Duge’s mind.
Duge abruptly opened his eyes, his thoughts becoming clear.
Flipping tables, being a thorn in their side, making the higher-ups want to use him but not dare to—being able to be a warrior yet not having to go to the battlefield.
Is this not the most rational way to survive?
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Ding-a-ling!
The dormitory phone suddenly rang.
Gao Ming wasn’t in, and Duge had not yet figured out their social relationship, so he had not intended to answer the phone. Yet, after hesitating for a moment, he still picked it up.
Not answering the call, they might come knocking on his door soon, which would be more troublesome.
Duge asked, “Hello, who’s this?”
A strange voice came from the receiver, “Is this Duge?”
Duge asked, “Yes, it’s me. Who are you?”
The voice suddenly turned excited, “Brother Qi, it’s me, The King Covers the Tiger.”
Feng Zhong?
Duge reflexively responded with the counter-sign, “The Pagoda Suppresses the River Demon.”
But as soon as the words left his mouth, Duge realized his mistake; the top ten in the simulation were always broadcast live, so theoretically, if those people he had ousted were paying attention to him, they would all know the secret codes they had set up.
Whether the person on the other end was really Feng Zhong was now questionable!
“Brother Qi, the secret code has been compromised,” came Feng Zhong’s voice from the receiver, both amused and frustrated. “At the time, I forgot about the live broadcast. Why didn’t you remind me?”
Who knew playing in the simulation would be broadcast live!
“It was also my first time in the simulation field, and all my attention was focused on dealing with the Beggar’s Gang; I didn’t think about that at all,” Duge found an excuse at random.
“I couldn’t tell at all that you were really a student from the commoner’s academy, and the keyword was indeed ‘maintenance’,” Feng Zhong said. “Your acting was explosive; you have my respect.”
The privileged class really kicked ass; his school was still waiting to announce the results before others could know his identity, yet there, a student had already called him in his dorm.
Duge sighed inwardly and asked, “What do you want?”
“Let’s meet up,” Feng Zhong said. “The secret code has turned into a common one, and I suppose quite a few will impersonate me to find you. I’m worried they may trouble you. That’s why I called you right away. We should meet and change the secret code.”
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Duge responded, “Okay, come look for me. I’ll wait for you at school.”
“Brother Qi, are you kidding me? How dare I go to your school?” Feng Zhong laughed. “Let’s meet at the Celebration Building in an hour, I’ll book table 203.”
To meet?
Or not to meet?
Duge hesitated.
After a moment, he agreed.
Once the results are announced, his identity would be exposed.
He couldn’t possibly stay holed up in school forever; eventually, he’d have to interact with society. In the simulation field, he could take down the Feng Family without knowing anything; there’s no reason he couldn’t handle a little kid.
…
Duge had just put down the receiver.
Ring-ring!
The phone started ringing again.
Duge picked up the receiver once more: “Hello?”
“Is this Duge?” the person on the other end asked.
Duge said, “Yes, it’s me.”
On the other end, someone said, “Brother Qi, The King Covers the Tiger.”
“The Pagoda Suppresses the River Demon,” Duge raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking to himself that these fellows from the elite academy were really something else. Gao Ming just wanted to hitch a ride on his coattails, mooching off his meal ticket, while the guy on the other end was already lining up to play him.
A single oversight, and they’d pounced on it.
“Ah, Brother Qi, it’s Feng Zhong here!” the person on the other end sighed with relief. “I was such an idiot, openly discussing a secret code with you in public. Now everyone knows it.”
“Hmm,” Duge nodded. “Let’s meet, we’ll change the code.”
“If it’s not Brother Qi thinking the same way I do,” the person on the other side paused, then laughed, “Let’s meet. I even brought you something nice. You wouldn’t believe how shocked I was when I found out you were a student at the civilian academy. I talked to my dad right away about transferring you to the elite academy. That stubborn old man disagreed, saying you were impulsive and it was just luck that you got first place in the simulation. He said you’ll show your true colors in the next one and you aren’t worth cultivating.”
“…” Duge remained silent, noting how consistently peculiar the world’s perception of the simulation field was!
“Don’t take it to heart, Brother Qi. The old man is too conservative; he just can’t see the potential in you,” the person on the other end scoffed. “Let’s work together and do even better next time. If we make it to the top three again, we’ll shut the old man up, and I’ll be able to transfer you to the elite academy.”
If it hadn’t been for another Feng Zhong just a while ago, I might have believed him. Dealing with a bunch of drama kings is really fucking exhausting!
Duge sighed: “Right, another first place. Let’s set a place. It’s inconvenient for you to come to our school, and it’s inconvenient for me to go there too.”
“Sure, you pick the place, Brother Qi,” the person on the other end readily agreed.
“Let’s do it at the Celebration Building,” Duge said. “See you in an hour.”
“Great, Celebration Building room 305. I go there often,” the person on the other side laughed. “I’ll treat you to something nice, Brother Qi, as thanks for getting me into the top three.”
“Don’t miss it,” Duge chuckled.
“Won’t miss it,” the person on the other end chuckled, then hung up.
…
Duge didn’t move from his spot but stayed by the phone.
Sure enough.
It wasn’t long before the phone rang again.
…
“Brother Qi, The King Covers the Tiger.”
“The Pagoda Suppresses the River Demon.”
“Brother Qi, it’s really fucking unbelievable. How could I make such a low-level mistake…”
“I got it, Celebration Building, change the code, there’s someone in the dorm, let’s talk face to face.”
…
Within just twenty minutes,
Duge received four calls from Feng Zhong, each sounding as convincing as the next.
After hanging up the phone, Duge’s eyes were filled with amusement as he settled into ease. With one Feng Zhong, he might need to worry about his safety, but with four Feng Zhongs, that person’s safety was no longer a concern…
