Chapter 394 - - 391 Be king_1

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“Won, I just knew this little guy wouldn’t let me down. Betting blind on him for first place is always the right move.”

“Gambling dogs, get lost.”

“The ability Duge just used has nothing to do with integrity, right?”

“It’s Martial Spirit, related to spiritual power. Duge’s break out of this certain-death prison has an inseparable connection with everyone present.”

“Damn it, on the last Alien Battlefield, I rewarded him with a thousand spiritual power, but this ingrate betrayed me, causing me to lose a hundred thousand spiritual power. If I reward him again, I’m no better than a lowly crawling animal.”

“Pan-Universe Entertainment has opened a new betting pool, wagering on whether Duge can defend his first-place title. Should we join in and support some promising competitors, help them boost their capabilities? Even if they can’t kill Duge, we can’t let him take first place.”

“There are a lot of people betting on his consecutive win, these guys won’t sit back and watch us suppress Duge.”

“The odds for Duge defending his title have already dropped.”

“Obviously, Duge has become a cash cow for Pan-Universe Entertainment. They won’t let him die. I suspect they’re secretly supporting him, giving him some privileges.”

“The smart brain data is public. Once cheating is exposed, Pan-Universe Entertainment’s reputation built up over hundreds of years would be ruined. They probably wouldn’t do that.”

“Gentlemen, the game has barely started, less than a day in, and there are fewer than three hundred people left. Why are you so certain that Duge has already won? Take a gamble, if we win, we can win back all the money we lost…”

“You bunch of gambling dogs will never succeed, because Duge has us behind him. ‘Resource Game’ without Duge is meaningless. We love watching his show. If you guys reward others, we’ll reward him, let’s see who has the last laugh.”

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While the outside world is in a heated discussion about Duge, there is dead silence inside and outside of the prison.

The warden of the Martial Spirit prison, with seven stars, was easily knocked down by Duge. No one wants to believe it’s true, but it happened.

Ole looked at Duge’s back, silently retracted his Martial Spirit, feeling a bit hot in the face. At one point, he thought he would play a major role in this fight, but now, it was better left unsaid!

Not just him, the patrol captain with the Longsword Martial Spirit and the Hawk Martial Spirit also silently withdrew his own Martial Spirit, as a form of respect for the strong.

What good is parading one’s Martial Spirit around? Could it ever triumph over the Sea God?

Rather than flaunting their Martial Spirits and being seen as a threat by Holley, it was better to tuck in their necks, show their bellies, and demonstrate their harmlessness…

Bowing to a ten-star Martial Spirit is no disgrace.

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Duge withdrew his Martial Spirit and opened his personal panel to look at the data.

When he first took over the body, there were still over three hundred and seventy people alive, but in just this short time, there were only two hundred and ninety or so left.

His ranking jumped from the initial 351 rapidly to first place, shining with golden light and looking particularly pleasing to the eye.

And the value of spiritual power was increasing by three hundred, five hundred at a time. He wasn’t sure if it was because of audience rewards, or gamblers’ rewards…

In just this while, Duge’s spiritual power had increased by more than fifty thousand and was still continuously rising, steadily stepping towards 2.2 million.

The audience’s rewards couldn’t possibly cause a sudden increase of tens of thousands in spiritual power, the bulk of it should come from the fixed reward by Pan-Universe Entertainment for obtaining first place.

As for the sudden leap from over three hundred to first.

After giving it some thought, Duge understood the reason.

In this world, combat power relies on Soul Power, and magicians rely on spiritual power.

Hence, most of the strong ones in this world have very high spiritual power.

For Alien Warriors, this isn’t good news.

Unless they have exceptional spiritual power like him, those Alien Warriors who have successfully taken possession likely did so in some low-level natives.

Low-level natives have no influence on the world.

Especially since they take possession at night, who could create as much ruckus as him during the late hours, and in such a short period of time at that?

Awakening a ten-star Martial Spirit, commanding a prison full of evildoers, defeating a seven-star warden…

All these achievements stacked on top of each other.

If he isn’t first, who else deserves to be the first?

It’s just a pity that no advanced skills evolved, probably because he wasn’t righteous enough…

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Without a word from Duge, no one dares to make a move.

Those prisoners who took advantage of the chaos to flee outwards, are now as docile as quails,

Even those inmates who were injured by the warden are holding back their pain, not daring to groan aloud.

And those who sensed trouble and sneaked back into the prison are in quite a pickle, not knowing whether to go in or out. Abandoning their comrades in a crisis is tantamount to betrayal.

Damn Holley.

“Why didn’t he show his strength sooner…”

“Li En, Ole, the battle is over. Go and help those who are injured.” Duge displayed his magnanimity as he issued the command, and the natural bearing of a superior inadvertently revealed itself.

Li En, Ole, and the others came forth to aid the wounded.

“Lass, can your Angel heal wounds? Help them with their treatment,” Duge turned to Lass.

“King, your kindness is the cure to any affliction,” as Lass looked at Duge and bowed to him, the title naturally slipped out. Then, he summoned his four-winged Angel to assist in healing the injured.

Holy Light descended.

The prisoners and prison guards writhing on the ground immediately ceased their groaning.

After being healed, the people stood up and cast grateful looks toward Duge…

King?

Old Gao’s eyes twitched involuntarily, and he was suddenly filled with a strong sense of crisis.

He felt that the favorable impression he had carefully built up with Holley was about to be usurped by this despicable, shameless old man.

Dreadful.

He had guessed that Holley had an ace up his sleeve but never imagined it to be so formidable. Could he be the illegitimate son of the Sea God!

Had he known this, he wouldn’t have held back his Magic Power!

When Simon heard this new address, his eyes suddenly sparked to life.

“King?” Duge looked at Lass, more pleased with him than ever.

No wonder every emperor couldn’t resist the flattering words of courtiers: such sweet talk, and even knowing to attribute the honor to himself.

“Yes, King.”

Lass’s face was somewhat pale. After the prison warden’s King Kong Bear had torn off two wings, the newly released Angel regained its four wings but was one-third smaller than before.

The severe damage to his Martial Spirit also affected him personally.

Despite this, Lass struggled to give Duge a smile and sincerely said, “King, your superior qualities and formidable strength are reasons enough for me to follow you all my life. Only you can save this rotten world. No matter how others see you, you are the one and only king in my heart…”

What eloquence!

What acting!

Duge silently gave Lass a nod of approval in his heart.

But he still shook his head, “No, Lass, I haven’t done enough. A qualified king must be honest and brave, humble and valiant, just and compassionate, willing to sacrifice, and also possess a noble soul. I still have a long way to go. Do not use that word to address me anymore.”

Lass wanted to say more but was interrupted by Old Gao, who couldn’t let Lass monopolize the compliments: “Holley, do not reject it. Your qualities already qualify you to be king. This is the treatment that a ten-star Martial Spirit should receive. Only when you become king will those of us who follow you have a legitimate reason to proclaim your glory to the world, leading them towards goodness. It will draw more Sages to your side.”

“Your noble soul might not care for worldly fame, but ordinary mortals are different. Only by showing them that following you can bring benefits will they take the initiative to come. The more people follow you, the faster your glory and integrity can spread to every corner of the world, making it a better place.”

“Is that so?” Duge looked at Old Gao, lost in thought.

“Holley, it is so, exactly right.” The prisoner who had previously urged Duge to sacrifice a few for the greater good jumped forward again. “Gao is a Sage. He has vast wisdom and would not deceive you.”

Great!

So your wisdom is tied to my strength!

I shouldn’t have spoken of the virtues of modesty and reciprocity…

The mantle of being king on the Alien Battlefield had unexpectedly fallen upon him, and Duge felt a myriad of emotions as he sighed, “If that is the case, then I shall reluctantly assume the role of your king for the time being. But this is not my ambition. I recognize my talents and know I’m not suited to govern a nation. If one day the world is at peace and people live happily, I will pass the throne to someone more appropriate.”

“All hail King Holley. We pledge to serve King Holley.”

“All hail King Holley. We pledge to serve King Holley.”

“Where the King’s Longsword points, there shall our will reside.”

“Where the King’s Longsword points, there shall our will reside.”

Seeing Duge relent, the criminals behind him kneeled en masse, offering their highest reverence with Old Gao leading them in a resounding oath.

After the prisoners kneeled.

The prison guards in front of Duge hesitated for a moment before kneeling down as well.

The potential of a newly awakened ten-star Martial Spirit might make them hesitate, but a mature and powerful ten-star Martial Spirit was enough to conquer anyone present. No one wanted to miss this opportunity to side with strength.

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