Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others-Chapter 91 - 0 Copying Without Adapting_1

Chapter 91: 091 Copying Without Adapting_1

Chapter 91: 091 Copying Without Adapting_1

Trade: The general term for buying or selling or trading behavior, usually refers to all exchange activities or actions with currency as the medium; synonyms: transaction, buying and selling;

Goodness: Pure-hearted, innocent and mild, without malice, kind-hearted, good-natured; synonyms: kind, loving, merciful, friendly;

Contemplating the definitions of these two words, Duge’s thought process gradually came to a halt.

What the hell?

In such a world, where social order has already collapsed, obviously, the one with the bigger fist takes all, who’s going to trade with you? The cats and dogs outside?

And goodness, in the midst of the apocalypse, scrambling and fighting has become inevitable, goodness just means serving yourself up on a platter!

Damn it to hell!

He knew that choosing keywords was risky, yet he didn’t expect to fall into the trap on his second simulation…

If he had been assigned keywords like killing, ferocity, or destruction, he could have gone rampant in this world.

…

There’s no business without scheming; doing business with a kind heart might not even be viable in a peaceful world, let alone in such an apocalyptic world where you’d probably be eaten to the bone!

Moreover.

Duge discovered two more depressing things.

First, he also lacked the memories of the person whose body he’d taken over, which seemed to be a side effect of double soul possession;

Second, both the Rear Eye and Backstab that could still be used in the real world were now ineffective, and besides spiritual power, the simulation had cleared all his original skills.

But when you think about it, it makes sense.

The Alien Battlefield is a playground of Pan-Universe Entertainment; those who have been to the Alien Battlefield can bring their skills out, so to allow them to take skills back in would contradict the fairness of the game, and that assessment pod is probably there to prevent such occurrences.

…

Everything goes back to square one.

And with two untimely keywords at random, Duge felt somewhat dejected; the reason he was so effective last time was because his keywords were broad enough to apply to almost any situation.

Trade is actually also very broad, but to engage in trade in a world that’s practically paralyzed, how big would it have to be to expand its influence across the whole world, or even the surrounding cities?

Following a path of goodness is even less feasible.

Goodness needs to be sharp!

Givent the current situation, flipping the table is clearly not an option anymore. Just scraping by and managing to stay in the top ten would be a good outcome.

Indeed.

He had been too naive about the simulation.

However.

Duge was downcast only for a moment before he picked himself back up.

Last time he didn’t understand any of the rules, started with a badly injured body, and still made waves. This time, he’s starting with his own territory and a strong body.

The starting point is much higher than before; there’s no reason he can’t do better than last time.

Is it just trade?

He could just start small and build it up step by step.

This start might be difficult for him, but it must be tough for others as well!

…

Duge checked the gun in his hand; the magazine wasn’t full, containing only eight bullets. The guy whose body he’d taken over must have risen to a leadership position in this survivor settlement with this gun.

Duge didn’t know the make of the gun, but the person he had taken over had a big tattooed arm, with patterns of leopards, eyeballs, human faces – a messy bunch that looked intimidating at first glance; clearly not a pushover…

Duge rubbed his tattooed arm; the design wasn’t printed on, it was an actual tattoo. He sighed. Making such a guy act kindly was surely a difficult task for him.

After ensuring the safety on the handgun and slipping the machete from under the pillow into his waist, Duge walked out the door.

“Brother Hu, you’re awake,” the two standing guard outside immediately broke into smiles upon seeing Duge and habitually took their place behind him, taking out a pack of cigarettes from their pockets and offering one to him.

Duge glanced at him and took the cigarette, “How much?”

The underling was taken aback, “Brother Hu, what are you talking about?”

“Aren’t the cigarettes running out?” Duge said.

“Yeah, we’ve been smoking fiercely lately,” the underling replied with a bitter smile and a nod.

“Consider it on credit; grab a bottle of water from inside to settle the debt later,” Duge said.

Credit, a trade practice that allows customers to receive goods before paying for them.

“Brother Hu, what kind of talk is that? Everyone might lack for cigarettes, but Brother Hu never will!” Asserting his neck as if feeling greatly insulted, the underling declared, “With you around, Brother Hu, could I ever let you lack a bottle of water?”

“Exactly, Brother Hu, without you, what would become of the brothers below,” the person next to him chimed in. “Smoking Gu Kun’s cigarettes is an honor for him.”

“That’s not the point. The resources are going to get harder to come by. I was thinking about it just now, we can’t keep playing the same way we used to,” Duge scanned them and said, “If we want to survive in this world for the long term, we need to establish some order first, and the foundation of order is resource allocation. We have to make those outside submit to us, let them know that we don’t just take things for free…”

“They were never for free to begin with. By taking their stuff, we’re also protecting them!” Gu Kun said. “Without us keeping order, these people would have turned on each other for goods long ago, brains bashed out.”

“Didn’t Brother Hu just say it, we gather the goods for their own good…” another one said with a laugh, “At times like these, we need someone capable to manage them.”

“…” Duge was taken aback for a moment. He had to admit, although Brother Hu was a gangster, the things he did unwittingly made quite a lot of sense…

Looking at the jeering crowd, Duge’s face grew stern. He recalled the way thugs spoke in TV dramas, snatched the cigarette pack from Gu Kun’s hand, and said, “When I say we need to establish order, we’re going to establish order. Gu Kun, go inside and get a bottle of water right now, and we’ll be even.”

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Gu Kun was stunned for a moment, then sheepishly turned around to go back inside and returned with a bottle of mineral water.

Duge’s attributes had slightly increased, and feeling the changes in his body, he lifted the corners of his mouth. Indeed, forced buying and selling was also a form of trade.

Duge addressed the crowd, “Gu Kun, I was thinking inside just now. With the world in chaos, I’m not satisfied with managing just these few hundred people. If we’re going to do it, let’s do it big. Otherwise, stuck guarding this tiny garage, without access to supplies, we’ll be swallowed by others sooner or later. So, we must become official. First, we need to get those below us to truly respect us.”

The crowd exchanged glances.

Gu Kun flattered, “Brother Hu is right, we’ll all listen to you.”

You eat rice one bite at a time, you tackle tasks one step at a time. Without further explanation, Duge swept them with a glance and asked, “No one is causing trouble, right?”

“Don’t worry, Brother Hu. The brothers are watching!” Gu Kun huffed arrogantly. “Food and water are with us. Anyone dares to make trouble, we’ll throw them out, guarantee they won’t survive twenty minutes without us lifting a finger.”

Old habits die hard!

Glancing at him, Duge said, “Gu Kun, don’t talk like that anymore. I’ll say it again, we need to win people over sincerely. Supplies are dwindling; we need to get food. If we kill everyone, who will go out to find resources, you or me? Change the way you talk from now on…”

Understanding Duge’s intention about finding supplies after hearing him speak, several lackeys chuckled. With a grin, Gu Kun said, “Brother Hu, I was just saying, who would really push them out?”

Duge surveyed the entire underground garage, lowered his voice, and said, “Remember, win people over with virtue. That way, others will truly work for us. Otherwise, if we push them too far, we’re the ones who’ll suffer…”

Four or five lackeys said in unison, “Got it, we understand, brothers.”

…

The sewer of the underground garage was sealed off. The lights flickered unsteadily, likely driven by a generator.

The air was filled with the smells of insecticide and sulfur, mingled with the scent of blood and something rotten, made worse by the enclosed space.

Vehicles had been converted into beds by survivors. Due to the scarcity of food, most people curled up inside the cars to sleep, conserving energy.

The few who were not sleeping leaned against the cars, wearing worried expressions. Even the children had lost their usual liveliness, huddling in their mothers’ arms or sitting on car seats, staring blankly around with wooden, lifeless faces…

What a damned world is this?

Even knowing that the simulation was virtual, Duge still furrowed his brows as he walked forward, intending to find the companion who had snatched a body before him. What was his keyword?

…

“Brother Hu!”

“Brother Hu!”

Brother Hu’s power to intimidate was formidable. Wherever Duge went, people greeted him with caution.

Duge passed by them expressionlessly. Until he confirmed his companion’s keyword, it was always right to maintain the original character set by his host. Any abrupt change that aroused suspicion wouldn’t be good.

Passing two pillars, Duge saw his small companion.

At that moment, he was striking a one-legged pose as if he were a rooster standing alone, one hand held high above his head and the other stretched out in front, with his tongue sticking out of his mouth, utterly out of place among the people around him.

The surrounding people looked at him, all with a face of astonishment.

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Several lackeys immediately turned their attention to him.

Gu Kun’s eyes widened. “This kid, he didn’t go crazy from too much stress, did he?”

What keyword is this?

Weird?

Bizarre?

Mentally ill?

Duge looked at him, frowning. “I remember his leg was broken, right?”

“Exactly, exactly, I remember his leg was broken too. How did it heal so quickly?” Gu Kun shouted. “This guy couldn’t have mutated like the animals outside, could he?”

Whoosh!

The people gathering around scattered instantly.

Clink!

Duge pulled out his gun and loaded it.

“Don’t shoot, Brother Hu,” his companion urged upon seeing Brother Hu with a gun, quickly returning to normal. He raised his hands, “Don’t shoot, Brother Hu, I have important things to tell you, related to the healing of my injuries. If fixed, it could help Brother Hu dominate the entire Taifen City…”

“…”

Listening to this familiar dialogue, Duge stood frozen in place. Damn, wasn’t this the opening from his last simulation? Just a blatant rip-off!

Didn’t the teacher forbid you from copying?

This is getting interesting!

Looks like this simulation is going to be played with all cards on the table again!