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

"Kaska, does your spaceship have the capability to broadcast externally?" Duge asked.


"Yes, it's an essential feature for every spaceship. If compromised in the universe, we can send out coordinates for rescue," Kaska replied.


"We'll broadcast to everyone that the Origin of Mankind of the Thorne Divine Tribe is on Emperor Star. Possessing the Origin of Mankind can recreate a Divine Race." Duge smiled and said, "As long as we get there before the Thorne Divine Tribe, we can hand over the Origin of Mankind to him."


Jannie remembered the story of Selma desperately seeking a child and quietly sighed, her true intentions finally revealed.


"You plan to give away the Origin of Mankind? It's a Divine Artifact!" Kaska exclaimed, eyes wide.


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