Yes!
What’s the point?
Just one sentence.
All present fell into deep thought.
So this is how everyone used to fight in the Alien Battlefield!
Although everyone was destined to have a final battle eventually, with so luck, everyone could at least spend decades on the Alien Battlefield. Whether they won any resources in the end or not, it was worth it!
To so extent, the Alien Battlefield was also a welfare for the Alien Warriors.
When did it all beco so competitive?
It was Duge!
It was him, ending the Alien Battlefield within a few months ti and again. After that, the competitions followed one after another, leaving no ti for rest. And now, even the rules have changed. The Alien Warriors who were supposed to enjoy retirent were forced back into battle...
Unknowingly, everyone was led astray by Duge, losing the welfare they should have enjoyed, following the path of desperate competition, only thinking about growing stronger as fast as possible to win the battle.
That damn Duge, he ruined everything!
...
"Brother Lin, are you really not Duge?" Fan Lie tentatively asked.
"I’m not," Duge shook his head, smiled, and said, "He really hasn’t entered the battlefield this ti, but I can do things in his na.
It used to be that ten planets could gain resources, but now it’s down to three, and what’s more, two planets full of hatred towards us have joined the fray. If we keep going like this, our days will get tougher and tougher.
Now there are three planets that can get resources, but what if in the next round only one planet can win? What will we do then, beat each other to a bloody ss?"
As he spoke, he looked around at everyone, "With three consecutive first-place victories, Qiyuan Star isn’t lacking in resources for the ti being. This ti, I had no intention of taking first place.
Also, I have no other purpose. I just want to revert the atmosphere that Duge has twisted, bringing the Alien Battlefield back to its original purpose of enjoynt. You will help , right?"
Once again, everyone fell silent.
After a long while.
Ying Fei looked at Duge and said, "Brother Lin, it’s difficult to do this, all the planets have been caught up in Duge’s whirlwind."
"That’s why I’m thinking of cultivating more powerful fighters. Only with the strong checking each other can the duration of the Alien Battlefield possibly be extended," Duge raised his head to look at the sky, and let out a bitter smile, "I’ve been thinking, why must we always follow the rules of the ga? We are the ones playing the ga, can’t we make our own rules within it? Help , consider it a capricious rebellion!"
"Alright, I’ll help you," Ying Fei pondered for a mont and then nodded.
"I’ll help you too," Zhu Qinqin echoed.
"Count in," Fan Lie sighed and said, "Who wouldn’t want to rebel if they could!"
"Together."
"Together."
Xin Tianyang and ng Lanyun exchanged glances and said in unison.
Nalan Li swallowed hard, completely in awe of Duge. The groups that had been at each other’s throats were now unified by him!
All the events on Green Star were being manipulated by him from behind the scenes, playing everyone like pawns. This man was terrifying!
Yet, everything he did seed to be in aid of strengthening Green Star...
In that mont, Nalan Li suddenly couldn’t see the future of Green Star clearly anymore.
...
Pan Universe Entertainnt Headquarters.
Ross turned to the Exploration Departnt head and asked, "Bas, what’s the ti ratio for the Alien Battlefield this ti?"
Bas replied, "One to one hundred thirty-one."
Ross turned toward the marketing departnt, "Adam, how’s the audience reaction?"
Adam responded, "Most of the audience is looking forward to the mont Duge’s identity is revealed and his stats plumt. Also, nobody believes Duge will prolong the ti."
Ross inquired, "And the ratings?"
Adam replied, "They remain high. The keywords assigned to Duge this ti and the skills derived from them aren’t suited for combat, so many people are anticipating his downfall."
The manager of the betting house said, "Ross, suppressing Duge was the right call. The bets have really co alive. The support rates for Ying Fei, Zhu Qinqin, Lu Tingjie, Yin Feng, and others remain high, with gamblers consistently boosting their spiritual power backstage to ensure their favored ones’ victory."
"And Duge?" Ross asked.
"People are boosting him too, those viewers who are outraged at the injustice," the betting house manager said, "but his rate of gaining spiritual power can’t keep up with that of those seeded contestants."
"With the ti flow speed at one to one hundred thirty-one, what do you think is the longest duration the audience would accept?" Ross nodded in satisfaction and asked.
"Ross, you don’t really think that Duge is planning to extend the duration of the Alien Battlefield this ti, do you?" the head of the marketing departnt asked.
"Being targeted so deliberately, he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t resist," Ross chuckled, "I have a feeling that he plans to use the technology of the Hil civilization to escape our control, a naive little fellow..."
No sooner had he spoken,
Everyone laughed.
The manager of the marketing departnt said, "The naive little fellow probably doesn’t realize that we’re tracking his soul, capable of transporting him to the Alien Battlefield across several universes. Where can he escape to within the sa universe?"
"The viewers would love to see Duge match wits with us," the head of the planning departnt said, "Ross, I suggest we add a segnt to make Duge believe he has escaped our grasp. When he calculates every move, thinking he has escaped our control, we suddenly end the ga, pulling his soul back to Qiyuan Star—that scene would be quite entertaining."
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