Cotton Jacket Guard

Brave, sly, kind, slippery, generous, greedy, elegant, ferocious, happy, abnormal, honest, hypocritical...
In this apocalyptic world, only by winning on the Alien Star battlefield can one obtain resources to ensure the continuity of civilization.
Every warrior that enters the Alien Star battlefield receives a randomly assigned keyword that belongs to them.
If one's actions align with their keyword, their attributes will rapidly grow, granting abilities akin to Superman. On the contrary, if they fail to comply, they will swiftly weaken;
This is a world where performance skills are paramount;
Performance skills equate to sustenance, performance skills are glory, performance skills provide privileges, performance skills are life...
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Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others

Looking at the heavily made-up woman opposite him, Duge silently sighed to himself—none of the candidates had jumped out to oppose him. How could these people be so compliant? What were they thinking?


Had they given up on competing for first place?


With nearly five hundred more to go, how long would he have to clean up?


"It is I, the esteemed Paul Wolfs, leader of the Sea Fish Pirate Group. Safra is willing to submit to you in exchange for the peace of Phoenix Tail Island. You are the true king of pirates," Safra said, gracefully bowing to Duge with a bitter tone.


"Safra, do you have a fragment of the Destiny Sea Map in your possession?" Duge asked directly.


"I have one." Safra hesitated for a moment, then took out a yellowed piece of sheepskin map from her pocket, holding it respectfully above her head.


Duge took the Destiny Sea Map, opened it, and scanned it briefly.


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