Chapter 447 - - 432 Backstab one’s own cash cow_1

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“Ross, the audience’s enthusiasm for betting has dipped again,” the voice of the casino manager came through inappropriately.

“This game has lost its suspense, Ross, we have to make a change,” the head of the marketing department said. “Duge, with his own strength, changed the operational mode of the ‘Resource Game.’ A competitive game has been turned into a management simulation by him…”

“What about the viewership?” Ross asked.

“Viewers are still maintaining a high level of enthusiasm,” the head of operations said, pausing for a moment, “The hot topic of their discussions is focused on how many days it will take for Duge to end this world…”

Such a lovable and hateful little fellow!

Ross crossed his hands together and fell into thought as he watched the live feed coming from the Alien Battlefield.

Duge had breathed new life into this old show with his own strength, but he had also drawn all the focus onto himself.

At the moment, there is still one battlefield operating in the traditional mode, but apart from a few gamblers, virtually no one is watching.

After all.

The proceedings on Duge’s side started quickly and will end quickly; returns can be seen immediately. The timeline of previous episodes was just too prolonged…

But this is not a good sign; Duge is exhausting the life of this program.

Ross could foresee that once Duge died, and if they didn’t have a suitable successor,

The popularity of this show would quickly drop to freezing point, even worse than before;

And if Duge did not die, letting him continue to stand out alone would be even more detrimental to the show. One day, the audience would grow tired of him…

The ‘Resource Game’ company has invested too much, involving the interests of all parties. Ross was sent by the company to save this show, not to preside over its final burst of light and warmth…

“Bas, any new developments from the Exploration Department?” Ross asked.

“Still searching,” said Bas, the head of the Exploration Department.

“We’d better find a planet with higher combat capacity or technological level, one that can inhibit Duge’s performance,” Ross said. “That little guy’s combat strength and spiritual power are too high. This is not fair to the other Alien Warriors. We must avoid a situation where he alone dominates the scene.”

“I will do my best,” Bas responded helplessly. “But Ross, you ought to know that, with such short notice, the chances of finding such a planet are slim. Moreover, the likelihood of accidents on such planets also increases. We can’t predict whether these unfamiliar worlds might possess technologies or powers that transcend our understanding.”

“Bas,” Ross smiled, “Perhaps it’s been so long that you’ve forgotten—the precursor to the Pan-Universe Company was a colonial exploration firm. The discovery of unknown technologies will be a carnival for our entire civilization.”

“Alright then!” Bas acknowledged. “Let’s hope those comfort-loving fellows will be willing to pick up their weapons to fight when the time comes!”

“Hord, has the planning department come up with any new proposals?” Ross asked.

“Not yet.” Hord turned to look at Ross, then said, “However, based on Duge’s performance in the game, I believe the best solution is to select a new set of opponents for Duge. Those Alien Warriors who have never heard of Duge’s name naturally won’t be polite to him. Lacking experience on the Alien Battlefield, they might just create miracles on the battlefield.”

“Good, I’ll make arrangements to bring that forward. However, this plan will take time,” Ross nodded. “Hord, I need solutions that can maintain Duge’s popularity, as well as rekindle the enthusiasm of the warriors from the other planets.”

“If that’s all, then it’s even simpler,” Hord said. “We just need to reduce the resource supply to those planets. There are ten planets on the battlefield; we could only retain resources for the top three, or even just reward the first place. Tell the leaders of those planets that if they don’t fight, everyone on their planet will starve to death. Those young men who step into the game will go mad for sure…”

Ross’s fingers gently tapped on the desk: “It’s a good idea! We can proceed step by step, starting with only preserving the resources for the top three.”

He paused for a moment, “Bas, tell the people in the Exploration Department to be more diligent in searching for substitute planets. Reducing the supply of resources is likely to cause some of the planets to perish.”

“Ross, do you realize that it also takes time to tame a group of people from new planets? Following Hord’s foolish idea, half the population of the ten planets will disappear in under two years. How could we possibly find suitable substitutes in such a hurry? Before, we had a year to prepare, now that time has been shortened to three months. We don’t have enough manpower, nor are we that lucky…” Bas complained, frowning.

“Indeed, that’s a problem,” Ross mused for a moment before replying, “The cleaning and purification of the game fields that just ended might not have been completed yet. Perhaps we could consider them as replacement players.”

“Including the two game fields that Duge participated in?” the head of the marketing department raised an eyebrow. “Ross, I have to remind you, in those two game fields, Duge also established a very high level of prestige. Moreover, the market has high expectations for these two new simulators, which will bring a significant profit to the company. I advise you not to get any ideas…”

“Adam, I’m not that foolish,” Ross glared at him, saying, “I’m talking about the two game arenas that just ended, the ones without Duge.

Those two worlds were torn apart by alien warriors; the natives must hate the alien warriors to the bone. The company will then appear as saviors, offering them a chance for revenge—this will be a new selling point.

Moreover, to understand the new participants, viewers will choose to buy those outdated playback videos. I’m simply a genius at operations…”

His tone grew progressively more excited, and he looked again at the director of the planning department, “Hord, you take care of this. We need to proceed step by step, slowly tapping into all of Duge’s potential, making him earn us even more money. This crazy kid will be the company’s cash cow for the next few years.”

“Ross, have you considered what happens if he dies?” the director of the marketing department grimly said, “You may have overlooked that all your plans today are to put him in mortal danger.”

“…” Ross’s expression suddenly froze on his face, and finally, he forced out a sentence, “I have confidence in him.”

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Duge naturally didn’t know that his excellent performance was causing Pan-Cosmic Entertainment Company to fret over him; the proactive surrender of his new partner, Andy, had given him a taste for sweetness.

Indeed, sharing resources equally on the alien battlefield and sparing lives was the right choice; he had already reaped good will.

Duge liked the prestige that came with a prominent name, with others bowing their heads in respect.

Perhaps he should continue with this policy. He had already won on the Alien Battlefield twice, and the resources from Qiyuan Star were abundant; he had the luxury to be capricious.

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“Brother Du, are we going to awaken the Solar God?” asked Andy, cautiously looking at the six-winged Angel driving the car.

It took twenty days to take down a city, which he thought was quick enough.

But to his disappointment, Duge was already using six-winged Angels to drive, which made him feel particularly frustrated by the old adage: “comparisons are odious.”

Although he had surrendered to Duge, deep down Andy, like Nobb, felt that the game was too unfair.

“Not only do we need to awaken the Solar God, if possible, we have to kill him too,” Nobb said. Duge hadn’t killed Andy but had taken in this alien warrior from Midday Star, which finally completely eased his anxious heart.

“…” Andy gasped, his voice failing, “A deity slaying? Are you sure we can do it? My skills aren’t combat-oriented; I’m afraid I won’t be much help!”

“You don’t need to fight; you just need to remember what the Solar God looks like and what his temperament is,” Duge glanced at him with a smile, “After defeating the Solar God, next we have the Moon God, the Earth God. By then, if you assume the appearance of the Solar God, you can distract them on the side.”

“Okay!”

Andy looked at Duge and felt he had boarded a pirate ship.

If Duge were from his planet, he would have advised him to proceed cautiously, to awaken the Solar God first and then talk about the rewards.

But facing Duge, he didn’t dare to give such advice.

After all, his own life was still in Duge’s hands!

He could only hope that when Duge died, the Solar God would listen to his explanation!

He didn’t believe that Duge at his current stage could kill the Solar God.

And with his own constantly improving skills, if he managed to survive, he might even persuade the Solar God to help eliminate the other alien warriors and prompt a great upheaval against the Evil Gods.

If he died in this attempt to assassinate the Solar God, then his silence would also be a good thing for his home planet; hopefully, by then, the people there would posthumously hail him as a hero!

“Andy, Nobb, as the saying goes, fortune favors the bold,” Duge interrupted Andy’s wild thoughts. He looked at the two in the car and said, “Such a major event as deicide would definitely secure us a spot in the top ten. I’ll ensure you both make it to the end…”

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