Chapter 495 - - 457 The greatest low-key is the mastermind behind the scenes_1

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“President, your world has been selected by a higher-tier civilization and set as a game arena. And we, people from different planets, have been granted special abilities to participate in a unique survival challenge game in your world.”

Duge looked at the President and said indifferently, “There are only two paths left for us players: to win the game or to die.”

The President furrowed his brow and asked, “What constitutes a special ability?”

“After each game begins, each of us will receive a keyword at random. By acting according to this keyword, we can awaken one or two special abilities.”

In the combat network, whether lying down, sitting, or standing, as long as one’s spiritual power is sufficient, no posture would feel tiring, but Duge still walked a couple of steps to the sofa diagonally across from the President, found the most comfortable position to sit down, and continued, “However, to ensure the fairness of the game, nobody knows what abilities the others possess.”

“So, what is your keyword?” the President asked.

“Trend.” Duge replied without hesitation.

“Trend?” The President looked at Duge and said, “Please explain in more detail.”

“If I start a trend in this world, I might awaken some special abilities.” Duge smiled nonchalantly and continued, “For example, in the combat network, I used the Sea Swallow Mecha to win against stronger opponents like Blade and Phantom, surely causing a Sea Swallow craze in this world. From top ace pilots to ordinary trainees, everyone would rush to research the Sea Swallow. That’s the trend I’ve started…”

“So, the Shock Genre you created is also a kind of trend?” the President asked.

“Correct.”

Duge nodded, there was no point in hiding anything from these rulers.

After all, the Shock Genre had appeared together with him; those who were determined could not be fooled.

A moment of silence passed.

The President asked, “Having caused such a commotion, what special abilities have you awakened?”

“None so far,” Duge laughed, “But I think, I must be close to awakening an ability.”

“So, what is your purpose in finding me?” the President asked.

“I want to win this game, and Mr. President needs a stable world. We could cooperate and achieve a win-win situation,” Duge said.

“Are you so certain I will cooperate with you?” the President interlaced his fingers and rested his arms on the table.

“President, managing a nation, you must be a person of great wisdom,” Duge laughed. “The main force of the Siel civilization will arrive here in two years, and Green Star does not have an absolute chance of winning, but it will be different with us. The individual abilities of the players far exceed those of the native warriors. With our help against the Siel civilization, Green Star’s chances of winning greatly increase. Mr. President, in our world, there is a strategy known as ’luring the tiger to devour the wolf.'”

“And then? After defeating the Siel civilization, will Green Star be ruled by you?” the President asked with a light chuckle.

“The players are composed of individuals from ten planets. To achieve victory in the game, we can never truly unite. With the President’s wisdom, the strategy of ’luring the tiger to devour the wolf’ could be employed countless times,” Duge said with a smile, looking at the President. “Anyway, our arrival has given Green Star an additional option, has it not?”

Tang Houming, looking at Duge who spoke so confidently in front of the President, completely believed he had been possessed.

A seventeen-year-old mech repair boy couldn’t have such a meticulous mind and the courage to face the President directly.

“What happens to the winners of the game?” the President asked.

“They leave behind the native’s body and their consciousness exits this world,” Duge said. “If the President is concerned, you can dispose of these used bodies the moment we leave to prevent future troubles.”

Since Pan-Universe Entertainment uses the bodies of Alien Warriors to reap this world.

It would be better to hand over the right to deal with the bodies to the natives, whether they succeed or not, to irk them for even a moment.

“Can you possess a body for a second time?” the President asked.

“Mr. President, as I said earlier, upon entering this world, we only have two paths: victory or death.” Duge spoke morosely. “So, you don’t have to worry about being possessed.

Moreover, there is no need for the death threat to target the players. As the leader of a planet, it’s natural to want to understand things you’re unfamiliar with.

You might already be planning to have me captured, dissected, and interrogated under torture while listening to me. But I wouldn’t recommend that, or at least, not against me. After all, I can still offer you help, but others might not.

With over a thousand players remaining, you can certainly choose those who do not wish to cooperate or pose a threat to the world and subject them to research. It doesn’t bother me.

Perhaps by extracting some of their native planetary technologies, you might even aid the development of Green Star, just like you research the ships of the Siel civilization…”

With Green Star’s technological level above any Alien Battlefield, Duge was laying it all on the line. What if scientists on this planet could unravel the secrets of Pan-Universe Entertainment’s soul transmission or the total coverage live broadcast?

Hearing such cold-blooded and ruthless words from Duge, the President and Tang Houming exchanged looks, both falling silent.

“Lin Hong, I will still address you as Lin Hong for the time being!” Tang Houming stepped forward, approaching Duge, and asked, “I want to know, how many players will be victorious in the end?”

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