Muddy Water Touch Fish, among the turbid waters you've stirred, you are bound to be the greatest beneficiary.

The first skill that came to mind was this one.

Holley's body was occupied by people from Pan-Universe Entertainment; the things Duge had done using Holley's identity were no longer attributed to him, so The Power of Faith did not manifest in him.

He also didn't receive the Solar God's Power of Faith, which was probably related to the dispersion of the Solar God's will, since it's his doppelgänger that is now managing the head of the Solar God.

After all, faith is based on the person himself.

Skills like Backstab and Plucking Feathers in Passing were too conspicuous; once the doppelgänger used them and word got out, it could bring danger to the original entity...

Without exposing himself, the most suitable skill could only be Muddy Water Touch Fish.

However, to maximize the power of this skill, he would need to stir the waters again with his current body.

The people from Pan-Universe Entertainment had not detected the presence of his doppelgänger.

Should he take the risk?

Duge fell into deep thought, the risk seemed a bit high.

It was clear that the people from Pan-Universe Entertainment could use advanced skills that Alien Warriors had awakened.

Having lost People's Protection now, just the manipulation of Yu Xia's Wishing Wand could multiply his risk of exposure by an unknown factor.

Alas!

Duge sighed silently, why did it have to be the skills related to the second keyword?

After much hesitation.

Duge abandoned the idea of taking the risk.

Wait longer.

Make a decision after figuring out how Pan-Universe Entertainment is handling the Alien Battlefield; they can't possibly stay on this Alien Battlefield forever.

Haste makes waste.

One false move and the whole game is lost.

Duge consoled himself; Pan-Universe Entertainment was too powerful, prudence was never a mistake.

Ivan, also under Duge's control, could move freely, but he only had two thousand of Duge's spiritual power, making his societal influence trivial. For now, he'd only organized some former classmates and established a minor Sea God Association, secretly operating in the Kingdom of Lucerne and yet to touch upon anything more substantial.

Given the unknown changes to the Alien Battlefield after Pan-Universe Entertainment's involvement, Duge also decided to slow down Ivan's activities for the time being.

Letting the doppelgänger play statue on the Alien Battlefield, Duge exited the transfer pod, strolling leisurely outside the base while waiting for Bai Long's summon.

As expected.

He had only taken a few steps when his surroundings shifted and he found himself transported before Bai Long.

Bai Long's unpredictable teleportation further solidified Duge's resolve not to let his doppelgänger act rashly.

Duge's spiritual power was nearly three million, but his divine consciousness could not probe beyond the confines of Pan-Universe Entertainment's base. He hadn't had the slightest premonition when Bai Long summoned him, let alone the ability to resist.

Wait.

The main task for the doppelgänger left behind was to seek the truth.

Know your enemy, and you can defeat them. Duge lowered his objectives. He might be impulsive, but when his life was at stake, he never acted recklessly.

...

Bai Long looked at Duge, remaining silent for a long time. The surprises Duge gave him were too many, so much so that he wasn't sure whether they were blessings or curses.

"Lord Bai Long, why did the Alien Battlefield suddenly end this time?" Duge took the initiative, his tone carrying a tinge of reproach, "I was about to provoke a gods and demons war and earn a spiritual reward of three hundred thousand."

"There was some malfunction in the system, so we had to suspend the competition," Bai Long sat in a chair, twirling a wine glass in his hand, his tone somewhat aloof, "It might be related to your use of Water Art on the battlefield.

Duge, I've warned you before not to use anything outside the keywords on the battlefield. Do you know how much trouble your recklessness has caused the company? The entire server crashed because of you, and many viewers are demanding an explanation from the company..."

If I didn't know that you folks are doing this for hype, afraid of my monopoly, forcibly ending the Alien Battlefield, I might believe you.

Duge sneered internally, defending himself awkwardly, "Lord Bai Long, was it really my fault? This Alien Battlefield is magical, and, I have awakened the Sea God Martial Spirit. It's normal for the Sea God Martial Spirit to use Water Art! I thought it was okay, Mister Bai Long, am I not going to be punished for this?"

"Duge, there's significant controversy over you among the higher-ups," Bai Long drained his glass, speaking, "It took me a great deal of effort to keep you safe. But if you continue to be willful on the Alien Battlefield next time, the company might directly eliminate you, and even I won't be able to protect you then."

Gulp!

Duge swallowed hard, his mouth twitching as he tried to force a flattering smile but failed, resulting in a bitter one instead, "Thanks, Lord Bai Long, it won't happen again. After I return this time, I'll request retirement; I won't go to the Alien Battlefield anymore."

"No, you must go to the Alien Battlefield," Bai Long's brow furrowed slightly.

"Lord Bai Long, you know I'm impulsive; I'm worried that once I'm on the battlefield, I won't be able to hold back from using Water Art," Duge said, "I'm only eighteen, there are so many things I haven't enjoyed yet. I don't want to die, so not going to the battlefield is the best choice for me..."

"You have to hold back even if you can't," Bai Long instructed, "If you don't go to the Alien Battlefield, I can kill you right now, and all of Qiyuan Star would be buried with you."

"..." Duge shuddered violently, frozen in place.

"Duge, perhaps being champion of a few Alien Battlefields made you fail to recognize your own place. Remember, you may be an Alien Warrior who can command the elements on the battlefield, but in reality, you're just a slave lacking resources; you don't have any leverage to negotiate with Pan-Universe Entertainment."

Bai Long looked at him, expressionless, "If you want to live, if you want resources, you must play by the rules set by Pan-Universe Entertainment. Not just Water Art, but stop trying to distribute resources evenly too, game rules are game rules. If you want to be a hero, it will only lead to the death of even more people."

Duge fell into a prolonged silence. Looking at Bai Long, he lowered his head, a trace of stubbornness fleeting in his eyes, "I understand."

"It's good that you understand. Go back and get ready, and wait to enter the next Alien Battlefield." Bai Long said.

"Lord Bai Long, if I encounter life-threatening danger on the Alien Battlefield, am I also not allowed to use Water Art?" Duge asked reluctantly.

"You cannot." Bai Long said, "I have already told you, if you cause trouble for the company again because of your willfulness, no one can protect you. If you involve me in this, I will vent my anger on Qiyuan Star..."

Duge fell silent once more.

After a moment, he asked, "Lord Bai Long, are there still resource rewards this time?"

"There are." Bai Long poured himself another cup of wine, swirled it, and drank it in one gulp, "The rewards will not be deducted; that's a basic rule, and the company will not change it. I adhere to the game's rules, so I hope you will also abide by the rules in the game, understand?"

"I understand," Duge nodded. He took a deep breath and asked, "Mr. Bai Long, you once said that if I rank first in the Alien Battlefield every time before the age of twenty-five, you would give me a chance to work at Pan-Universe Entertainment. Does that promise still stand?"

"Of course," Bai Long smiled, "That's the reward you deserve."

"I understand," Duge smiled, "Thank you, Lord Bai Long."

"Any more questions?" Bai Long asked.

"Mr. Bai Long, I want to know what it's like after the Alien Battlefield ends?" Duge followed up on his previous question.

"When you enter the company, you'll naturally know." Bai Long shook his head, smiled, and with a wave of his hand, he sent Duge out again.

...

After being sent out by Bai Long, Duge maintained a grief-stricken expression, his mood more serene than ever before.

Bai Long was indeed powerful, but now, he was no longer completely in the dark as before.

The news from his split soul combined with Bai Long's reprimand confirmed one thing for Duge: Pan-Universe Entertainment depended heavily on him.

They wanted him to make money, yet feared he would misbehave and ruin the show!

To put it precisely, it was a painful joy.

For him, this was a good thing; at least he would be safe until he caused a significant debacle.

However.

The use of powers such as Sea God's Power was off-limits for now; pushing them too hard might not endanger his life, but punishment was surely inevitable.

For the greater good, using one less Power of Sea Soul wouldn't affect him much.

Moreover, Duge wasn't clear whether the survival of his split soul still counted as him being alive.

If possible, what Duge hoped most was for a whole soul to completely escape Pan-Universe's control.

...

"Brother Du came out."

Nan Youlong and the remaining Alien Warriors had been waiting outside. Seeing Duge emerge, the Alien Warriors burst into an uproar, then excitedly surrounded him.

Duge scanned the crowd, of the hundred warriors who had entered the Alien Battlefield, only sixteen remained.

Fortunately, familiar faces like Gao Ming and Yao Tong were still there.

But Xing Mo, who had laughed and asked him to take care before going into battle, was gone. It had to be said, the Alien Battlefield was indeed brutal...

"Brother Du."

"Brother Du."

Gao Ming and others greeted Duge one after another.

Duge responded to each of them.

Once they settled down, Nan Youlong came over and asked, "Duge, did Bai Long look for you again?"

"Yeah," Duge nodded.

"What did he want?" Nan Youlong inquired.

"Nothing serious, just gave me a lecture and pinned the premature end of this Alien Battlefield on me," Duge chuckled, "Staff Chief Nan, but don't worry, although the Alien Battlefield was terminated early, the resources will be distributed as usual..."

At that moment.

Deathly silence enveloped Duge's surroundings.

Not just Nan Youlong, everyone wore an expression as if they had seen a ghost.

"Damn, comparing yourself with others can really kill you," Yao Tong said, "I thought it was impressive enough that Duge could crash the simulation, I never expected he could also break the Alien Battlefield. I'm convinced, truly convinced!"

"It's lucky for us that Duge crashed the Alien Battlefield," an Alien Warrior scratched his head, relieved, "At that time, I encountered two warriors from other planets and almost got killed by them. If it weren't for Brother Du, I probably wouldn't have made it back this time. Brother Du, you are my savior."

"If you ask me, next time we enter the Alien Battlefield, we might as well not do anything and just let Duge show off on his own," another Alien Warrior laughed.

"Duge, what exactly did you do on the Alien Battlefield?" Unlike the jovially chatting Alien Warriors, Staff Chief Nan's mouth was dry, and he wiped the sweat beads forming on his forehead.

First, he crashed the simulation, and now the Alien Battlefield; he was genuinely worried that one day Duge would offend Pan Universe Entertainment severely, and Qiyuan Star would be implicated. That would be too thrilling.

"Who knows," Duge glanced at Nan Youlong and laughed, "Staff Chief Nan, don't be so nervous, I already said it's fine. I'll just hold back a bit next time."