Chapter 382 - - Hell Start_1

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“A hundred people?” Upon hearing about the new rules changed by the Pan-Universe Entertainment Company from Nan Youlong, Duge chuckled lightly, his eyes brimming with scorn.

To restrict him, Pan-Universe Entertainment really would stop at nothing…

“Yes, a hundred people.” Nan Youlong nodded, handing a stack of documents to Duge, “These are the elites selected from all over the country, do you want to pick some from them?”

“No need, just arrange them as you see fit.” Duge said indifferently, “Once the people are chosen and the tactics are set, I’ll meet with them and agree on a few new signals.”

Due to the rotation examination system, Gao Ming and the others were destined to enter the battlefield.

Having more than thirty old teammates who had been on the Alien Battlefield was enough. Duge didn’t care about these rookies.

The Pan-Universe Entertainment Company changing the rules again was most likely to prevent them from banding together. Last time, out of three hundred people, only over thirty survived. By that ratio, it would already be quite good if ten survived this time.

Moreover, assuming that fifty percent are eliminated through body-snatching early on, the remaining fifty people scattered across a planet would have a very low chance of encountering each other.

It would be quite good if two or three people could join forces with him.

However, as long as everyone had no opportunity to band together, having two or three people to coordinate with was enough.

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“Scared?”

Before entering the base of Pan-Universe Entertainment, Duge asked Gao Ming and the others beside him.

These thirty or so people who had fought and survived with him on the Alien Battlefield theoretically were already his core team.

In the more than two months since returning from the Alien Battlefield, except for Duge who had been bustling about with political propaganda, the others had been watching replays of the Alien Battlefield, accumulating more experience for themselves.

It was only before entering the battlefield did the group really gather together, having discussed tactics for three days.

Rather than calling it tactics, it was more about agreeing on signals.

The Alien Battlefield was unpredictable, and without even knowing the background of the battlefield, any tactic was superfluous. The most reliable tactic was to converge on him once Duge made his move.

“Scared my ass!” Gao Ming said, “A man dies like a bird flying to heaven, immortal if not dead. How could it be more exciting than roaming with Mr. Du on the Alien Battlefield?”

“That’s right.” Yin Erchuan (Feng Zhong) nodded in agreement, “This time, no matter what keyword I randomly get, I’ll develop it in a useful direction and definitely won’t drag Brother Du down again.”

“Me too.” Yu Xia (Wang San) said in a daze.

Unlike her counterpart in the simulation, the real Yu Xia was a girl of few words, barely interacting with anyone outside of those she was familiar with, and only occasionally when she looked at Duge did her eyes sparkle brightly.

“Duge, you can’t just take care of those old comrades and ignore us newcomers!” A smiling young man squeezed his way to the front of Duge and chirped cheerfully.

His name was Xing Mo, from a civilian academy, a third-year student, and a hardcore fan of Duge.

Although he was older than Duge, he addressed him as Brother Du. From the moment he saw Duge, he was always looking for an opportunity to get close to him, eager to talk to him more, a very scheming young man.

“Of course not, once we’re on the battlefield we’re comrades in arms, and it’s only by working together that we can win the final victory.” Duge glanced at him, delivering a grand but routine reassurance, “Xiao Mo, once on the battlefield, you never know what keyword you might get. I might need you to take care of me!”

“I believe in Duge, no matter what the keyword, in your hands, it can turn decay into magic.” Xing Mo chuckled, his eyes filled with admiration for Duge.

“I’ll take your good wishes.” Duge smiled, “Everyone, work hard. Let’s aim to have more people survive on the Alien Battlefield this time.”

“Yes, survive,” everyone laughed and cheered each other on, each feeling they would be the luckiest one, completely forgetting the cruelty of the Alien Battlefield.

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As Duge had expected, when he entered the Alien Battlefield this time, Bai Long did nothing more than warn him once again not to use the same Water Series Art Techniques as in the previous Alien Battlefield before sending him back to his room, without caring about his increase in spiritual power.

It showed that spiritual power, which was extraordinarily important for Alien Warriors and could bring them significant strength improvements, was, in the eyes of the people at Pan-Universe Entertainment Company, an insignificant thing…

Duge, in his own way, was unwinding the threads and peeling away the layers, seeking methods to defeat Bai Long.

Some of his probes might seem ridiculous, but Duge believed that one day he would topple the mountain pressing down upon him and gain the true freedom that belonged to him.

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Lying in the launch pod, as the countdown of five-four-three-two-one ended and Duge opened his eyes again, he had entered the body of a stranger.

A foul stench was the first thing that assaulted his nostrils, followed by the sight of the filthy environment.

This was a sturdy prison cell.

The floor was covered with pitted bricks of indiscernible color.

In the corner lay piles of human excrement, the source of the foul smell, and the harsh conditions almost made Duge forget to check his personal panel.

A prisoner?

Then, memories of the prisoner came flooding into Duge’s mind all at once.

The body he had taken over belonged to Holley Alaus, whose father was a viscount, and who himself had been considered a noble before imprisonment.

But this guy was a complete scumbag, arrogant and overbearing every day, constantly beating or scolding his own servants, never considering the lives of commoners.

Of course, in this world, most nobles didn't treat commoners as anything significant.

But this fellow was especially vile towards commoners, often abusing them for his own amusement.

Who knows how many people he had tortured into disability, or even caused to lose their lives...

Because he had a noble status and a viscount father, the crimes he committed against commoners were never pursued, and he lived a rather comfortable life.

But not only was this guy nasty, he was also stupid. At a noble's ball, while his senses were muddled with alcohol, he insulted Duke Linqi's cherished pearl, Saima·Linqi, a genius magic girl and the fiancée of Prince Nelson, the heir to the Lucerne Kingdom.

This undoubtedly brought about a huge disaster.

Not only were his father's title and lands forfeited to Duke Linqi,

All his relatives were exiled, while he himself was sentenced to death by beheading.

Tomorrow was his day to die, and it was said that Duke Linqi would personally oversee the execution.

Being executed by guillotine rather than hanging was already the last dignity preserved for his former noble status.

Only the devil knows why the privilege of nobility was to be beheaded rather than hanged.

On Earth, hanging was the privilege given to nobles because it left a complete body.

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What a scumbag!

Was he framed?

The first thought that entered Duge's mind was this one, but all of Holley's memories from that day's feast were blurry. The only things left in this guy's mind were white... soft... screams...

He didn't even know if he had touched Saima·Linqi.

Trying to find any useful clues from Holley's mind was impossible.

Of course, judging by his level of intoxication at that time, Duge doubted that the guy had done anything...

Whether he could even stand up was still in question!

Moreover, Holley wasn't a man of restraint. His body had been drained long ago, while Saima·Linqi was universally acknowledged as a genius magic girl.

It was hard to imagine that she wouldn't have any defensive magic items on her person.

Overall,

This perplexing violation was full of doubts, and even a knee-jerk analysis could reveal the flaws in it.

However, even if he found the doubts, Duge had no intention of exonerating him.

A case with so many doubts that was still rapidly concluded probably involved much more behind the scenes!

The moment he suggested an appeal, he might end up dead even before reaching the guillotine. There simply aren't that many Bao Qingtians in the world willing to fight for justice.

Besides, this scumbag's death was no loss; if someone did scheme against him to achieve some purpose, they were merely making use of waste.

His death would be a relief to everyone...

But Holley's current predicament was extremely unfriendly to Duge, who had transmigrated into him.

Deserted by everyone, scheduled to be executed tomorrow, and having offended all the nobility of the kingdom---it was akin to a disastrous start, even worse than his last simulation...

Damn it!

Duge even suspected that Pan-Universe Entertainment deliberately put him into such a body, just as they had dumped him in a forest last time, setting him back by more than ten days from the start, clearly just to put obstacles in his way.

After sorting through the memories, Duge finally looked at his personal panel:

Name: Duge;

ID: 48699527;

Spiritual Power: 2053800;

Current Ranking: 351/373;

Match Keyword: Integrity;

Match Keyword: Division;

Advanced Skills: None;

Derived Items: None;

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