Integrity: Justice and fairness, candid and forthright; a person of integrity; to correct and straighten out what is wicked or crooked; not deviated, not bent; synonyms include upright, honest, honorable;
Split: To cause sothing whole to separate, also to indicate that the entirety is no longer unified; to disperse, not unified; synonyms include separation, rupture, divide;
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At the sight of the two keywords, Duge was completely petrified. Nobody would believe it wasn’t intentional.
Split was the second keyword, sothing the folks at Pan-Universe Entertainnt were unaware of, but let’s not talk about that for now.
But to assign the keyword ’integrity’ to a scumbag who was universally despised and hunted down,
Wasn’t that deliberately disgusting him?
Even for the sake of increasing viewership, they shouldn’t torture their own contestant like this, should they?
Disgust opening doors for more disgust until it’s downright hoy!
In this damned prison, there wasn’t even anyone to talk to, and on top of that, his execution was set for the following day. Where was he supposed to find the opportunity to display his integrity?
And they didn’t want to allow him to use the Sea God’s Power? That was sending him to his death!
...
"Integrity?"
At the headquarters of the Pan-Cosmic Entertainnt Company.
Seeing the environnt Duge was in, as well as the keyword assigned to him, everyone at headquarters fell into a dazed state.
"Are we sure that the keywords and the seizing of bodies are random?" Ross asked.
"We did set a location for the seizures, but the keywords and seized identities are truly random," a person from the technical departnt said. "Him getting this identity and keyword is just his bad luck."
"That’s as it should be, how could it be possible for him to always luck out with good keywords?" soone from the marketing departnt chuckled. "This ti, no one will suspect that we’re manipulating things behind the scenes."
"Up to now, Duge has managed to play every keyword as if it were chaos. The word ’integrity’ doesn’t suit him at all!" a person from the technical departnt said. "He’s very unlikely to get through this round of the ga."
"How’s the betting pool?" Ross asked.
"Everyone’s placing heavy bets that Duge is going to die," the betting pool manager said. "Moreover, the number of bettors is increasing like crazy."
"There are already offers on the forum to buy Duge’s soul," said soone from the marketing departnt. "There are even requests that, should Duge die, he be given a new body to continue playing in the gas. I have to say, Duge’s popularity is just too high. Ross, should we prepare so contingency plans for his death..."
"He won’t die," Ross shook his head. "Don’t forget, Duge still has Water System Affinity. When it cos down to a life or death situation, he’ll definitely use the water-based Art Technique. I only hope that he’s smart enough to disguise his water-based spells a bit and not resort to Seven-Hole Touch again."
A silence ensued.
"What if Duge really does employ Seven-Hole Touch?" soone from the technical departnt asked.
"Then we’ll just have to bla it on the intelligent server," Ross said helplessly. "The server is the fairest, and every procedure it runs withstands scrutiny. Didn’t the betting syndicate co to check last ti? Our server has no issues.
In short, whatever happens is not the company’s fault. But I think the audience likes the kid Duge; they probably wouldn’t mind him having so extra abilities..."
...
While the people at Pan-Universe Entertainnt were contemplating his predicant, Duge was also considering whether to use the Sea God’s Power.
In this world, the law has a special stipulation.
Death penalty can only be carried out once.
That is, the executioner has only one chance to kill the criminal.
If the executioner slips up, or if they encounter a clumsy fellow who makes a mistake on the job,
The condemned would be released without charge.
However, historically, the chance of an executioner’s error is extrely low.
If it’s a hanging, with the extraordinary recuperative powers of an Alien Warrior, one could easily survive it.
Then, Duge would gain a completely legitimate identity, ready to start life anew.
But beheading, no Alien Warrior could survive that during the initial stage.
This damned noble privilege?
...
The Sea God’s Power is linked to spiritual power.
Now that Duge’s spiritual power was high enough and even though it wasn’t augnted by The Power of Faith, his control over water extended beyond three kiloters.
Controlling water at the execution site would be sufficient for him to escape.
Duge was considering Bai Long’s warning; using the Sea God’s Power outside of the Alien Battlefield, would it bring disaster upon himself?
But Duge quickly abandoned this ludicrous notion.
Dead on the battlefield, there would be no hereafter, no future in which to use any thods to escape this predicant.
If there truly was no way out, then it was ti to use the Sea God’s Power and live to fight another day.
Moreover, beyond integrity, he also possessed a second key attribute: fragntation!
Fragntation involved the notion of separation.
Even in a deserted prison, one could still augnt one’s attributes.
...
Duge smashed the shackles on his wrists against the brick floor.
Crack!
The blue brick split apart.
Duge’s attributes increased, and the wounds inflicted on him by Saima Lynch’s followers at the banquet were slowly healing.
Clang!
Crack!
Another blue brick shattered, and Duge’s attributes continued to rise.
The vitality of his body also increntally enhanced, improving the greatly depleted physique of Holley, the profligate son.
At the sa ti.
His exceptionally strong spiritual power was also improving his constitution, though not nearly at the speed of his attribute enhancent.
As Duge continued to smash bricks, he analyzed the current world.
In Holley’s mories, this world contained magic, warriors who grew through their Martial Spirits, and all manner of strange creatures like dragons and elves.
Holley’s character had turned perverse and dark because his Martial Spirit awakening had been disrupted by others, leading to its failure, which ant he could never have a Martial Spirit in this life. This was why he lashed out at others.
No matter the reason, Duge still saw him as a waste.
Even if the awakening of a Martial Spirit failed, one could still beco a scholar, a healer, achieve success regardless, rather than wallowing in self-pity for a lifeti, ultimately dooming one’s own family.
Shaking his head, Duge discarded the detritus of Holley’s past from his mind and continued to recall the composition of the world.
In this world, whether it was the warriors training their Martial Spirits or the mages practicing magic, they all possessed strong souls.
This must be why over a thousand Alien Warriors were nearly seventy percent annihilated upon first entering the arena.
Indeed, as he had suspected, the culling of numbers was to prevent them from banding together.
On average, a planet was left with just over thirty individuals, making the chances of finding one’s allies and forming a group exceedingly low.
Nevertheless.
Duge was not worried about Gao Ming, Feng Zhong, and others.
Those who survived the last Alien Battlefield had spiritual power in the five figures; the chances of their possession failing were very low. It was the new recruits who were less likely to survive.
Logically reasoning based on normal circumstances, other planets, learning from the failures of the last battlefield and aware of the change in rules, would very likely send warriors with higher spiritual power or more experience to join this battle.
Thus, the opponents on this battlefield would surely be tougher than in the last...
...
Clang!
Clang!
The cell door was struck several tis with a baton. The prison guard looked impatiently at Duge who was persistently smashing bricks: "What are you knocking? Knock again, and I’ll co in and break your legs first..."
"Sir, do you believe , I did not fool around with Saima Lynch." Duge stood upright as he faced the prison guard, his voice calm.
"..." The prison guard was montarily stunned, then angrily said, "I don’t care whether you fooled around with Saima Lynch or not. I’m not the judge. I only know that you, this piece of trash, are going to die tomorrow. If you don’t behave, I’ll make sure you feel sothing worse than death before you go..."
"Sir, I was not asking for your judgent, I was rely telling you a fact." Duge smiled slightly, standing even straighter, "Character is the asure of the soul. Power and money cannot assess it. Being able to maintain nobility and integrity, even in the face of death, fills my heart with joy and satisfaction."
"You? Integrity?" The prison guard sneered in disdain, "Not even the most evil spirit would believe Holley was an upright man."
"Integrity needs no one else’s belief, only to be without guilt in one’s heart." Duge looked at him and said, "I once hid my noble soul behind foolish acts, those days brought imnse anguish. Now, if I can use my death to cover the sha of a harlot and from the abyss rescue her soul, I shall die without regrets."
"Harlot?" The prison guard had been ready to leave, but he stopped at these words, his eyes gleaming, "Are you talking about Saima Lynch?"
"A righteous man should not divulge the secrets of others. I had intended to take this secret to my grave. But I do not wish to die bearing a reputation for licentiousness."
Duge looked at the prison guard and let out a sigh, "So, I knocked on the floor tiles, luring you here, to tell you the truth. You are but an ordinary prison guard, and no one would believe your words. This way, I do not harm Saima Lynch, and my soul finds solace. That is enough."
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