Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others-Chapter 72 - 0 Raid on the Camp_1

Chapter 72: 072 Raid on the Camp_1

Chapter 72: 072 Raid on the Camp_1

“Why are we always so unlucky, to run into someone as ruthless as Feng Qi? He’s made it so no one can have a moment’s peace, and I’m really fed up.”

“Whether there’s Feng Qi or not doesn’t matter to me. As a guy, getting a keyword like ‘virtuous’ is just as unlucky in the simulation room. I just hope the Qiao Family can finish off Feng Qi, so I can enjoy a few more days in the simulation…”

“We’re in the same boat; my keyword is ‘tender.'”

“You two would make quite the pair; it wouldn’t be impossible to have a little fun…”

“Get lost, what’s there for a joker like you to be proud of?”

…

Outside the Qiao Family’s Heavenly Demon camp.

Duge listened to the weird conversations inside, a dark line crossing his forehead.

At that moment.

He finally had a full understanding of the unreliability of keywords.

Compared to ‘tender’ and ‘virtuous,’ Wang San’s ‘sickly cute’ could indeed be considered a fairly high-quality keyword.

This was really a game of luck.

He racked his brain for a while but couldn’t figure out how a guy could maximize the keywords ‘tender’ and ‘virtuous’!

No wonder Feng Zhong said some of the useless keywords needed to be weeded out.

Before, he thought that even the most useless keywords could play a small role.

Now, it seemed he was being too optimistic; some keywords were so useless no amount of effort would make a difference.

Eliminating those who possessed useless keywords in the initial selection, then more because of various reasons after the possession process, these people with trash keywords had no right to compete in the rankings…

Calculating back and forth, out of three thousand people in the simulation room, probably no more than 100 would really qualify for the final competition.

Creating such an unfair simulation room, could it really select the right talent?

…

“Brother Qi, what are they doing inside?”

Feng Zhong whispered his question.

After having subdued factions like Hua Mountain and Mount Tai, the Peacekeeping Gang’s territory expanded, and Duge’s attributes had increased a lot.

However, his senses such as hearing hadn’t improved dramatically.

It must be the limitations of human organs that kept his senses from improving beyond this point.

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The three of them had conducted experiments.

Duge’s hearing could cover a radius of one kilometer, catching every minute detail, even to the extent of pinpointing locations by sound.

But the second-ranked in the simulation, Wang San, only had a hearing range of two hundred meters.

Feng Zhong’s hearing was about the same as Wang San’s, probably because their attributes were similar.

The gap between them was fivefold, and moreover, they couldn’t achieve the precise sound localization like Duge, for reasons unknown.

Duge didn’t inquire further; some secrets are better kept to oneself.

So.

At that moment, Duge was like a human eavesdropping device; he could hear sounds the other two couldn’t.

If they couldn’t hear it, those ranking lower would be even less likely to.

“Nothing much; the Heavenly Demon camp is indeed filled with trash keywords. This place must have been left as bait, the useful people must be somewhere else,” Duge whispered back.

“How trashy? Share it with us so we can have a laugh too,” Feng Zhong smirked. “Every simulation, there are always many unlucky ones. No matter how good their grades are, getting assigned a trash keyword renders it all moot. Such is the whimsy of fate!”

“It’s just some keywords like ‘virtuous,’ ‘tender,’ ‘hardship,’ ‘fragility,’ and the like,” Duge said.

“Well, that’s really trashy,” Feng Zhong was taken aback for a moment, then said, “Trash comes every year, but each year is different. If you’re assigned a trash keyword in the simulation room, it’s still no big deal, but on the Alien Battlefield, randomly getting such a trash keyword would be deadly. Better pray that luck is on our side!”

“…” Wang San, who had been silent, spoke up, “Brother Qi, let them off. They’re not going to cause much of an uproar anyway, just let them enjoy their time in the simulation room a bit longer!”

“Every single person inside is wishing for our deaths,” Duge said.

“…” Wang San faltered, the corner of his mouth twitching as he looked down, “Then we might as well kill them!”

The three were about to make their move when Duge suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Feng Zhong asked.

“We don’t need to take action ourselves,” Duge said.

Both of them had question marks over their heads.

“Look at the rankings,” Duge said.

Feng Zhong and Wang San quickly opened their personal panels.

Then.

Both of them were stunned at the same time, as the number of people in the simulation field rapidly decreased, from 127 to 115, 108, 103… in just a moment.

Almost every second it changed.

“What are they doing?” Feng Zhong was dumbfounded.

“Framing others, brushing attributes.” Duge could clearly hear the noises inside and gave the answer immediately, “There are two people, one of them taking action while the other didn’t move, probably controlling the situation, and the other is imitating me, striking from behind. Tomorrow news will probably spread from the Qiao Family about Feng Qi’s night raid on the Heavenly Demon camp.”

“Shit,” cursed Feng Zhong.

Duge shook his head, “By doing this, they can stir up a sense of shared enmity among the other competitors, forcing those wandering outside to band together with them. It can also make those from rivers and lakes factions like the Beggar’s Gang tighten their patrols because of a heightened sense of danger. It’s a multi-faceted move that only costs the lives of some useless expendable competitors.”

“Brother Qi, that guy inside definitely has a keyword related to ferocity or slaughter,” suggested Feng Zhong.

Before his voice had trailed off,

Duge had already dashed out, vanishing into the night; the two hurriedly followed.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

At this time, those sent to kill and raise their attributes must be important members of the opposing team, and they couldn’t let him escape.

…

When Duge was 80 meters from the Heavenly Demon camp, the person guarding the gate reacted, panic-stricken, and immediately signaled alarm, “Feng––Qi––is––coming––save––me––”

His speech was very slow, and while he spoke, he turned and ran toward the camp.

His turning action was almost as slow as a sloth’s.

The moment he opened his mouth, Duge’s figure sank, and his lightning-fast speed suddenly dropped by tenfold, to the point where one could clearly see his running figure with the naked eye.

It was tough for Feng Zhong and Wang San, who were following him; their originally swift movements had become as slow as a normal person’s jog after being reduced by tenfold.

“Sluggishness––” Feng Zhong’s face changed dramatically, “Brother––Qi––quickly––kill––him––his––keyword––is sluggishness, a pure combat support keyword…”

“I––like––you––baby––don’t run!” Wang San used Fear of the Delicate at the same time.

But both had only said half of what they intended before they returned to normal.

Because that guy had completed his turn, exposing his back to Duge, who suddenly pounced forward, thrusting his sword through the heart and claiming his life.

Before the man breathed his last, he struggled to turn his head, his eyes filled with disbelief, “How can you be so fast?”

“Because you don’t know how high my attributes are!” Duge offered him an explanation, withdrew the Longsword with a backhand stroke, and looked towards the one swinging a sword and killing in the camp.

Standing amidst a pile of corpses, with bloodshot eyes, the man looked at Duge, equally shocked, “You weren’t suppressed by the slowness…”

Before he finished speaking,

Duge had already flashed in front of him, thrusting his sword forward.

The slow effect at the entrance taught Duge a lesson.

Keywords are unpredictable; it’s always better to kill one whenever possible. If the opposing team gathers more people, who knows what kind of bizarre derivative skills could emerge from this group!

A brutal aura emanated from the opponent.

A sudden fear inexplicably rose in Duge’s heart, as if standing opposite him was a demon who had killed countless people.

At this moment,

he seemed to understand the feelings of those affected by Fear of the Delicate.

The fear brought by the opponent was different from Wang San’s; at least he didn’t feel the urge to flee.

What the opponent exuded was an imposing aura that seemed to say, “If you dare to make a move, I can tear you to pieces.”

Empowered by this aura, he dodged the thrust aiming for his heart with a flicker and counterattacked with a sword chop towards Duge’s head that seemed to hold the heaviness of an axe despite being a narrow sword blade.

Sharp!

Ruthless!

Like a fierce storm, it bore down on Duge.

“Dear brother, how could you kill people here?” Wang San’s sinister voice came just in time, confusing the opponent and breaking his brutal aura, allowing Duge to parry the Longsword aimed at him.

The next second,

A flash of golden light passed by, already slicing across his throat.

“Face-to-face works too?” The man looked at Duge, gasping out a few words with difficulty, unwilling to fall to the ground, eliminated from the game.

“Brother Qi, it was right of us to come here. They even have combat combinations now. Give them more time to grow, and who knows, they might really have turned the tables,” Feng Zhong said as he stood by Duge, glancing at the corpses on the ground, his expression somewhat solemn.

There was only one female competitor left in the Heavenly Demon camp.

She looked at the bodies and then at Feng Qi, sighed deeply, raised her hand, and forced a smile, “Feng Qi, my keyword is ‘awkwardness.’ Can I live? I can sleep with you, or provide you with information!”

Putting sleeping with you before providing information—is that how you use your keyword?

It’s certainly awkward enough!

Duge glanced at her and asked, “How many people does the Qiao Family still have here?”