Na: Duge;
ID: 48699527;
Spiritual Power: 5118300;
Current Ranking: 3000\3000;
Keyword for the Match: Low-profile;
Keyword for the Match: Romantic;
Advanced Skills: None available;
Derived Items: None available;
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When Duge opened his eyes again, he found himself in a highly technologically advanced room.
There was a bed in the room that resembled a sleep capsule.
In front of him was a screen similar to a computer, standing vertical in front of him, like a piece of transparent glass, made of so unknown material.
At the mont, the screen displayed various blueprints of components, dazzling to the eyes.
What floated before Duge’s eyes was his personal panel.
Just as he had anticipated,
with the augntation of The Power of Faith, his spiritual power had successfully broken through the five million mark, almost doubling since his last entry into the Alien Battlefield.
Even with spiritual power over five million, he would still be far behind the people of Pan-Universe Entertainnt
Over a hundred people from Pan-Universe Entertainnt could wrap almost a world’s souls with their spiritual power; their spiritual power must be calculated in billions at least.
It’s like the difference between the brain capacity of humans and ants. Duge’s spiritual power at this point is at best equivalent to a rabbit or a large rat, nothing to boast about.
rging the mories of the person he had possessed, Duge glanced at the two keywords.
Having randomly received the keyword ’righteous’ after encountering a villain last ti, Duge wasn’t too picky about keywords anymore, but upon seeing the keyword ’low-profile,’ he couldn’t help but be stunned.
Low-profile contradicted his character!
Moreover, how could an Alien Warrior, who strengthens his physique through influence, possibly keep a low profile?
Low-profile: A tone of low frequency; a soft and sowhat subdued manner of speaking; understated, indicating a humble and cautious attitude...
Synonyms: Reserved, modest;
Duge’s mind raced through the definition of low-profile, analyzing the potential directions this keyword might lead to.
The first to pop into his mind were those low-profile academicians in the science community. Their fa was unremarkable, yet their research impacted the whole world, serving as models of low-profile hard workers who probably wouldn’t be recognized on the street by many.
However, this way of handling things was clearly not suitable for him. Duge wasn’t the type to work quietly.
The Alien Battlefield wouldn’t allow him to work quietly either.
So that left him with one other option, the way DC comic book superheroes conduct themselves—the masked Superman, Batman, flamboyant in action yet maintaining a low profile in anonymity...
In DC Comics, who dares say Superman lacks influence, who dares say journalist Clark Kent isn’t low-profile?
Before entering the battlefield, Bai Long warned him not to reveal the Sea God’s Power, and Nan Youlong hoped he would conceal his identity. As a result, he ended up randomly getting a low-profile keyword.
If this is said to be a coincidence, even dogs wouldn’t believe it!
Pan-Universe Entertainnt was using various ans to restrict his flashy way of doing things...
The second keyword was romantic: passionate, unrestrained; charming; poetic and filled with fantasy, flirtatious, unconcerned with trivialities;
Living life with joviality, poetry and wine, riding horses across vast seas, dwelling amongst the wolves...
This is the ultimate romantic dream of a man.
Putting up a few floral wreaths, singing a couple of love songs, engaging in so nonsensical rituals to impress young girls—that kind of romanticism is too low.
Although romantic acts like dwelling amongst the wolves don’t align with the property of low-profile, what Duge wanted was the skill associated with the second keyword. As long as a suitable skill could be brought up, it wouldn’t matter if he gave up the keyword.
In an instant.
Duge had set the developntal tone for this world.
While contemplating the key terms, Duge straightened out the mories of the person he had possessed.
This alien battlefield was a technologically oriented world.
The level of technology was far superior to Earth’s, having developed spacecraft capable of exceeding the speed of light and possessing the ability to breach their own solar system for cosmic voyages.
In this respect, the level of this alien battlefield was far beyond the previous two, not to ntion the first one where the path to cultivation was severed and even those at the Mahayana Stage couldn’t ascend.
In the last alien battlefield, the influence of the God Spirits didn’t even extend beyond their own planet.
But this planet, known as Green Star, underwent a great technological leap thirty years ago; nations on the planet ceased internal strife and turned their attention to the starry ocean.
There were dozens of experintal sites and resource collection centers established on other planets alone.
The power wielded on the star-level warships created by these nations was so great they could strike targets on planets directly from the cosmos.
Such combat capabilities left those God Spirits and beings at the Mahayana Stage trailing in the dust.
However, it was also this advancent in technology that brought about a disaster for the arrogant inhabitants of Green Star.
Green Star’s signals for extraterrestrial exploration were captured by a group of holess wanderers in the stars, and the vanguard of these wanderers followed the signals straight to Green Star; outpost stations and resource bases that Green Star had placed on peripheral planets fell one after the other.
During the crisis of survival, the countries of Green Star ford a federation, barely holding the last line of defense with the advantages of their terrain and suicidal attacks.
In the battle, Green Star captured an enemy spacecraft, and now, scientists are working intensively to decode the technology in the hope of achieving a technological breakthrough.
Through the communication equipnt on the ship, the Green Star Federation learned that the enemy forces would arrive in two years’ ti.
The reason the wandering civilization’s vanguard didn’t deploy massive weapons of destruction against Green Star was solely because they didn’t want to damage the environnt of Green Star.
After all, what they needed was a habitable ho, not a ruined planet.
Currently, both sides were in a stalemate.
The enemy was waiting for reinforcents, while the people of Green Star seed to be waiting for death.
But the people of Green Star had much more spine than those from Qiyuan Star and were not content to see their planet occupied; now, the entire federal governnt, apart from maintaining basic living standards, had all industrial lines fully engaged in battle preparation.
The whole world was striving to protect their holand.
...
The person Duge possessed was nad Lin Hong, a seventeen-year-old student at the ch Repair School of Imperial University.
He was average looking with average grades and belonged to the type that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd, perfectly fitting a low-profile character.
Green Star’s primary weapons were warships and the so-called strongest individual weapon, the cha.
ch repair technicians were mainly responsible for fixing damaged chas, belonging to logistical personnel on the battlefield, important but inconspicuous, and far less sought-after than the ch Warriors who fought in battle or the chanical engineers responsible for designing and improving chas.
Lin Hong’s dream, however, was to beco a ch Warrior, but when it ca ti to choose his major, his physical condition didn’t et the standards, so he had to switch to ch repair.
Yet, at the age of seventeen, a ti full of dreams, this ordinary youngster harbored an extraordinary one.
He was not satisfied with becoming a re ch repair technician, dealing with cold chanical arms every day; unable to beco a ch Warrior, Lin Hong set his sights on becoming a chanical engineer, cogitating every day on how to improve the chas, hoping to make a na for himself and ultimately beco world-renowned.
The reason driving him to do so was a woman.
The partner of Lin Hong’s dreams was Gu Qingyan, the acknowledged goddess of Imperial University.
Gu Qingyan was not only the goddess of the ch Combat Departnt but also its top combat genius, shining brightly like a radiant sun.
The ordinary Lin Hong admired his goddess, and he had collected much information about her, such as her height, weight, favorite color, and preferred clothing—he knew it all in detail.
But he was so self-conscious that he didn’t dare speak a single word to her.
Lin Hong’s dream was to soday design a distinct cha just for his beloved, so that wearing the cha he made, she could go into battle would be enough to fulfill his heart’s content.
Unfortunately, his talent was not sufficient to improve or design chas, and he spent his days buried in study of those tediously arcane subjects until he nearly lost his mind.
A pitiful and tragic little fellow!
After experiencing so many simulation fields and alien battlefields, it was the first ti Duge had taken possession of such an ordinary person.
One could say that Lin Hong was a perfect match for his keywords; such a personality, such a status that it was impossible for him to stand out even if he wanted to.
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