Chapter 379 - - Son of Destiny 376_1

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Fairness?

What fairness is there in this damn game!

Having been sent out by Bai Long, Duge kept grumbling inwardly about Bai Long. If they really wanted fairness, they wouldn’t change the rules. All these rule changes are just to put restrictions on me…

But it seemed the path of using external forces to limit Pan-Universe Entertainment was no longer viable.

Unless there was an interstellar civilization on a planet that could rival Pan-Universe Entertainment. But such planets were probably something Pan-Universe Entertainment wouldn’t dare to provoke, and a civilization with a similar level to Pan-Universe Entertainment, how could it possibly not be able to counteract soul usurpation?

Unsolvable?

Apparently not entirely.

At least, Bai Long hadn’t discovered his time-travel nor his spiritual power secrets, which was actually a very good breakthrough. The sudden disappearance of the oppressive feeling when Bai Long questioned him was also abnormal.

It might have something to do with the soul of his original body.

Though Duge hadn’t figured out the reason yet, these were all his trump cards.

As for the second breakthrough, it was his own value.

As long as he could keep the audience on the Alien Battlefield feeling fresh, no matter how excessive his actions were, he should be able to be forgiven.

Compared to spiritual power and the likes, this was his real life-saving trump card.

He just didn’t know how Pan-Universe Entertainment would deal with Luo Shuang’s planet… Duge sighed silently. A failed verification; the State Preceptor’s talk of signals of a nation’s downfall, it wouldn’t apply here, would it?

But the State Preceptor also said that the hope of all beings lay in him.

Now that he could barely protect himself, not even knowing their position in the universe, how could he possibly help them?

Most likely the State Preceptor took the chaos among Alien Warriors and him helping Luo Shuang stabilize her nation as a prophecy!

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Leaving the base,

Duge saw a group of students saluting him with their eyes.

Nan Youlong stood among the warriors, nodding and smiling at him with an even more humble attitude.

“I always said Brother Du couldn’t possibly die on the battlefield,” Gao Ming said excitedly upon seeing Duge.

“And those impersonating Brother Du—if they had Brother Du’s abilities, they would have made a name for themselves long ago. Why use Brother Du’s name?” Yin Erchuan said.

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Clap!

Clap!

Nan Youlong took the lead in clapping.

Suddenly, applause broke out all around.

Amidst cheers of “Long live Brother Du,” Gao Ming charged up and gave Duge a fierce hug, followed by Yin Erchuan (Feng Zhong), Yu Xia (Wang San), and others.

Out of the three hundred who went to the battlefield, just over thirty survived, and they took eight of the top ten spots. It could be said it was all thanks to Duge.

At that moment, he had become the hero in everyone’s hearts.

Success once might be luck, but success after success was strength, worthy of everyone’s respect.

“Congratulations,” Nan Youlong finally walked up to him and firmly shook Duge’s hand.

“Staff Officer Nan, how many days has it been?” Duge asked. He had not inquired about the time ratio from Bai Long, and Bai Long hadn’t volunteered the information, but from Bai Long’s expression, this time’s time ratio couldn’t have been very high.

“Ten days,” Nan Youlong said with a smile. “I was getting impatient waiting. Fortunately, I didn’t go back, or I would have had to turn right around.” He patted Duge’s shoulder, “Well done.”

Ten days, huh!

Duge looked back at Pan-Universe Entertainment’s base, and a mocking smile crossed his lips. To secure longer profits, these people not only changed the rules but also chose a shorter time ratio. Too bad, they were still disappointed!

If they hadn’t made more profit off him, the rules of the next Alien Battlefield were likely to change again…

“What are you thinking about?” Nan Youlong asked.

“Nothing,” Duge shook his head. “Let’s go!”

Everyone boarded the plane.

The warriors who survived the ordeal talked non-stop about the Alien Battlefield, immersed in joy as if they had already forgotten how dangerous the Alien Battlefield was.

Among those Duge was familiar with, besides Feng Zhong, Wang San, Gao Ming, and Feng Jiu, all the others had died. He didn’t know if they died during the soul usurpation or were killed by Alien Warriors from other planets.

After all, the Alien Battlefield was still that meat grinder where one in ten survived.

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“Mr. Du, have the competition results for the other groups come out yet?” Duge poured himself a glass of red wine, gulped it down, and asked.

“Group C has finished, wiped out to the last man. Groups A and D are still in competition,” Nan Youlong said.

When speaking the results, his expression didn’t show the slightest fluctuation, as if he were discussing a trivial, unimportant matter.

This was quite normal. Duge had claimed first place twice in a row, and this time he had even secured eight out of the top ten places. Even if the remaining two groups were completely wiped out, Qiyuan Star would not lack resources for the coming year.

Victors are kings, losers are villains.

When the scarcity of resources no longer threatened the survival of Qiyuan Star, whether the rest won or lost wasn’t that important.

Duge smiled as he looked at Nan Youlong, asking, “With such great achievements this time, can you set up another simulation field for me to play in?”

“Brother Du, Mr. Du, please don’t make things difficult for me,” Nan Youlong said with a wry smile, shaking his head, “I told you last time, the resources you secured won’t be distributed until next year. The planet’s resource reserves are not enough to open a new simulation field. The supply for the lower class has already been reduced to the bare minimum, and it’s only with the good news you bring that they are able to survive without causing trouble…”

“Moreover, the rules in the Alien Battlefield have changed. You’ve been killing left and right on the Alien Battlefield, so what’s the point of going to the simulation field again?”

Alas!

Duge sighed, dispirited.

Whether it was within the central hub of Qiyuan Star or on the Alien Battlefield, he enjoyed the most privileged life; he often nearly forgot that there were still a large number of people living in dire straits on Qiyuan Star!

Damn Pan-Universe Entertainment!

“Duge, you’ve taken first place on the Alien Battlefield again. Maybe Pan-Universe Entertainment will give you an extra match; the higher-ups won’t open a simulation field just for your amusement,” Nan Youlong said, “Once an extra match happens, the simulation field having to pause midway would mean a waste of all those resources.”

“Right, no more talking. When we have enough resources to open simulation fields for fun as if they were amusement parks, I’ll go back in,” Duge said with an indifferent smile. He also felt it; Bai Long wasn’t going to let him rest for too long.

“Let’s hope that day comes!” Nan Youlong laughed, asking, “What do you plan to do next? Relax, or do you have something in mind?”

“Take a government post!” Duge glanced at Nan Youlong and said, “But not a wartime counselor.”

“What are you thinking of doing?” Nan Youlong asked.

“Propaganda,” Duge said.

“Propaganda?” Nan Youlong was startled, “What kind of propaganda?”

“In this Alien Battlefield, my keyword was loyalty, but during the process, I experienced the feeling of being a Son of Destiny.”

Duge poured himself another glass of wine and gently swirled it in front of his eyes, allowing the red wine to oxidize fully. His face carried a look of distant reminiscence, “You know about the Son of Destiny, right, Counselor Nan! It’s like having divine assistance in everything you do, never going wrong, and even if you do go wrong, you still reap benefits. Turning disasters into blessings, facing adversity and coming out prosperous; I must say, that feeling is quite wonderful…”

“You’re not hinting you acquired some skill, are you?” Nan Youlong interrupted him.

“Ascending and descending effects.” Hearing the excuse Nan Youlong came up with for him, Duge chuckled, the look on his face giving away he’d seen through it, “What I say and do will subconsciously be emulated by those of lower status than myself.”

Nan Youlong wore a somewhat odd expression: “So, you becoming the head of the Propaganda Department is meant to make more people emulate you?”

“Yes.” Duge nodded, “The way of doing things on the Alien Battlefield has changed. I can only enter one battlefield at a time. The more people who emulate me, the greater our chances of victory. It’s to the benefit of the entire future of Qiyuan Star.”

“It benefits you, too, right?” Nan Youlong shook his head with a smile.

“Not at all,” Duge decisively shook his head, “If the skill I brought out was Unrivaled Loyalty, maybe that would be more to my benefit. But the first skill does me no good personally.”

“Actually, it’s okay if it benefits you,” Nan Youlong said with a smile, “If you continue to bring resources back to Qiyuan Star, the President’s position will be yours. It’s good for you that the lower class has a favorable opinion of you.”

“Truly, it doesn’t,” Duge insisted, “Counselor Nan, I genuinely want to verify the whole Son of Destiny thing. You know why I was later than them, coming out?”

“Why?” Nan Youlong asked.

“Bai Long held me back.” Duge looked at Nan Youlong and said, “He suggested that I might be the Son of Destiny for Qiyuan Star.”

A single sentence.

A silence fell over the cabin.

Gao Ming and the rest turned collectively towards Duge, their eyes filled with disbelief.

All present were keen-witted. Although they were jesting and laughing, their attention was always on Duge. After all, he was the center of everyone’s world, and his every action affected their collective future.

Stunned by such news, everyone was shaken.

They did not know who Bai Long was.

But at the Pan-Universe Entertainment base, the only one capable of detaining Duge would be none other than they themselves. Since it was an assessment given by a person from Pan-Universe Entertainment, it must be true!

Son of Destiny?

What a stroke of brilliance!

No wonder he stood head and shoulders above tens of millions…

Watching Duge, Nan Youlong’s expression changed several times. He picked up the wine bottle from the table and took a swig, then, with red eyes, turned to Duge and asked, “Did Bai Long really say that?”

“Yes, he really said that.” Duge shrugged with the certainty that they wouldn’t seek verification from Bai Long, “Otherwise, why would someone as lazy as I suddenly want to take a government position?”

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