Chapter 603 - - Duge Swinging a Sword at the Sky 500_2

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For the sake of competing for resources, we slaughtered each other, disregarding the lives of the native inhabitants on the Alien Battlefield.

Perhaps calling you “natives” may seem disrespectful, but this is indeed how we refer to you.

All the natives were treated by us as chips for our own growth, as NPCs that could be trampled at will; no gamer cared about your lives or whether your world would descend into chaos.

In recent days,

the rebellion of the Sixteenth Army Group, the independence of the Marta Kingdom, the autonomy of the Eighth Army Group, and the establishment of the Doomsday Church… all are masterpieces of the gamers.

It took us just over a month to turn the once orderly Green Star into a complete mess."

Upon hearing these words, both the journalists sitting below and all the civilians of Green Star fell into silence, with many shooting angry glares, and some clenching their fists tightly.

“Are you feeling angry, desperate?” Duge said, “But what’s even more desperate is that the people who did these things think that it’s all perfectly normal.

Because they have a very legitimate reason; they are fighting for their own people. If they didn’t do this, the billions behind them would likewise perish.

Are the people of Green Star wronged?

Naturally, they are.

Because you did nothing to provoke this disaster, unlike the Hill people’s invasion which was brought upon by your ignorance; it’s different, after all.

Did the Alien Warriors do wrong?

They also did no wrong. After all, they too have a group of people to protect, and they are also fighting with their lives…”

Backstage, listening to Duge’s speech, Xu Wan, Ying Fei, and others looked at each other in silence, with no one speaking.

Every warrior who stepped onto the Alien Battlefield understood this principle, but everyone was hypnotizing themselves, unwilling to acknowledge this fact — Duge simply stepped forward and made it clear.

“Shut up.”

An angry journalist stood up, hurling the water bottle in his hand at Duge, bellowing, “For your own sake, you would sacrifice us; how is this fair to us?”

Duge reached out, effortlessly catching the bottle, and said, “Survival of the fittest. The tiger eats the gazelle, is the gazelle wrong? It’s not. The gazelle eats grass, is the grass wrong? It isn’t either. The world inherently makes no sense; it’s merely a matter of whose fist is bigger, who then holds more truth.

Just like the Hill people; they invaded Green Star because their fists are big enough, right?

If anyone is to be blamed, it should be the higher civilizations manipulating us from behind, who disregard all life; they won’t survive, only seek entertainment, they are the real culprits…”

“But it’s ultimately you who are causing trouble in our world.” Another journalist stood up.

“To be precise, it’s them,” Duge laughed, scanning all the journalists below, “Some Alien Warriors, in order to oppose me, have exposed everything I’ve ever done on the battle network. If you’re aware of this, then you should know that everything I’ve done has been to protect Green Star.

From the initial improvement of the Mecha to the later establishment of the National Defense Bureau, to restraining other Alien Warriors from growing on the battle network, and even planning to take all Alien Warriors to the space front to combat the Hill civilization…

Without me, Green Star would have been more chaotic, and perhaps it might not even exist at all.

After all, the space front has weapons capable of destroying Green Star, that’s the quickest way to win the game. Trust me, given the chance, they will do it. If there’s anything I’ve done wrong, it’s superficial, like playing the masked hero and slapping the President.”

The journalist who had just stood up was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at Duge before sheepishly asking, “Why would you do this?”

“What do you mean ‘why’?” Duge looked at him, smiling as he inquired, “Are you referring to the incident where I slapped the President?”

“No, why would you want to protect Green Star?” the journalist asked, “We are neither kin nor kindred to you; don’t you want to win this game?”

“It’s simple, because I am strong enough,” Duge said, turning away from him and towards the camera, his face brimming with confidence, “Before this game, I won three game zones singlehandedly, securing ample resources for my own planet. So, whether I win or lose this game doesn’t really matter to me.”

“No one complains about having too many resources,” said the reporter.

“Sir, there’s always someone who’s different,” Duge smiled. “In the course of civilization, there are always those who will stand out from the masses, who use boundless courage to help others overcome difficulties, who use selfless qualities to save others, to help the weak, even if it means sacrificing themselves without fear.

Such people are called heroes.

Wasn’t it because of these heroes who were brave enough to make sacrifices that Green Star was able to repel the first invasion by the Hill civilization?

The continuous emergence of heroes ensures that civilizations do not go extinct, that races continue to thrive. They are a beam of light, willing to burn themselves to illuminate the whole world…”

For a moment, the venue fell silent, and everyone involuntarily turned their gaze toward Duge on the stage.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not a hero. I’m just willful. I just want to fight against my fate, not wanting to be manipulated like a puppet.

All I’ve done is to make this game even more uninteresting, to show those high above that even in the game, I can create my own rules.

When I was Kill One Every Ten Steps, I once said that a man’s romance is the stars and the sea, is to hold power in an awakened state, or to lie drunk on the beauty’s knees. But to fight alone against helpless fate, to wield a knife at the gods high above, is not that also a romance uniquely for men?”

Duge’s voice was originally very deep, but as he spoke, it became increasingly elevated until it turned into a roar. He clenched his fists, a smirk hanging on his lips, his voice gradually becoming lower again, tinged with bitterness,

“I’ve been through four Alien Battlefields. The Alien Battlefield is extremely cruel, I don’t know on which one I might die. But before I die, I want to resist once, to be capricious once, even if it allows me to control the rules of the game just once. Even if I die in this game, I will have no regrets in life.”

On Green Star.

Whether they were natives or Alien Warriors, at this moment everyone was silent.

Duge’s words seemed to have struck a chord in their hearts.

Gu Qingyan looked at the lonely Duge on the stage, gently bit her lip, and felt an inexplicable ache in her heart.

Such a stubborn young man, how she wanted to go up and hug him, to offer him some comfort!

Next to her, Shen Yuning watched Duge, a hint of tears flashing in her eyes. Without realizing it, her fists had clenched together.

Duge’s voice continued: “Green Star is suffering. The Hill people are covetously eyeing it, poised to invade at any moment, and on the planet, Alien Warriors wreak havoc.

This pitiful destiny reminds me of my own planet.

So, even though I want to fight this damn fate, I didn’t want to use my identity to lead it all.

Because I want to leave hope to Green Star. I, as Kill One Every Ten Steps, came to inspire the youth of Green Star. I established the National Defense Bureau behind the scenes because I wanted the people of Green Star to know that this planet is still ruled by you, not by some inexplicable foreigner who helps you through disasters.

It was you who defeated the Hill people, you who overcame the Alien Warriors. I hope you will carry that pride, continue to survive, and eventually grow into a higher civilization in the universe.

Unfortunately, the competition among Alien Warriors from other planets is too cruel.

All my arrangements were seen as vulnerabilities by Alien Warriors from other planets; they exposed everything about me, making my existence known to all.

I don’t know if you will understand me, but when Green Star is in a crisis of survival, I must stand up and explain all this to you, because I don’t want you to be used by others, I hope what I’ve done will not be in vain.

Because only by standing up can the losses of Green Star be minimized.

I know many Alien Warriors are listening to my speech, so the following words are for you.

If you still have blood in you, even a trace of dignity hidden in your hearts, then work with me this once, and reduce the thrill of this game to its minimum.

Spare these innocent natives, and spare yourselves. Let us decide the outcome of the game in our own way in the end.

I only ask you one question, do you dare to swing a blade at the heavens just like me?”

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