Doomsday: I have one more keyword than others

"What's your ranking?" The bartender with the keyword "decisive" asked, throwing a bottle of rum to the gunner.

"169." The gunner glanced at his personal panel with a frustrated expression, "What about you?"

"A little taller than you, 152." The bartender smiled wryly, "This stupid Paul disrupted everyone's rhythm. I've never seen it before. In less than a month, there were only candidates left in the examination room. With less than 200 people under his belt, he is simply a lunatic."

"I don't know what his keywords are?" the gunner asked lazily while lying on his back on the deck.

"Stir the shit stick!" the bartender smiled wryly, "I can't think of a more suitable keyword than the shit stirrer."

"If he is a shit-stirring stick, what are we?" The gunner gave him a blank look, and sighed, "Actually, when this keyword was randomly found, I knew there was no hope for this simulation field, so I wanted to perform well , Let’s see if the instructor can see my understanding of key words and give me a chance to be a soldier reserve, now, the limelight is all taken away by that guy.”

"This is a game of luck." The bartender shook his head, "I hope that damned bastard will have such good luck on the Alien Battlefield! But I just don't accept it, we should have more Developed over a long period of time..."

"I don't agree." Gunner said, "I'd rather try my best to eliminate myself, and I also want to kick out such a shit stick. His behavior is too disgusting. I didn't expect that Admiral Mikaro and Mahama Du is also a candidate, and the candidates who won the house are also quite lucky, starting higher than others."

"At least they are not annoying." The bartender took a big sip of wine, "Before Paul came out, they were following the rules of the game."

"Admiral Mikaro and Mahamadu have their own fame, and they can affect the progress of the world by doing a few things that fit the keywords. It is impossible for them to rank outside the top ten. I don't understand what they want What are you fighting for?" The gunner frowned, "Do you think it is possible to trick us into killing them? To consolidate their ranking."

"It's not very likely." The bartender shook his head, "After all, with every candidate around, the risk factor will increase by one point. Once someone assassinates them and takes their ranking, they will lose nothing. Candidates ranked in the top ten would not do such a stupid thing."

"You mean they're probably not in the top ten?" asked the gunner.

"It's possible." The bartender said, "Smart candidates will suppress their own rankings, control their rankings between 10 and 30, ensure their own strength, and can hide themselves. When the end is near, they will surprise the top ten. Finally got a good ranking."

"I can't imagine how a world-renowned person can suppress his ranking. Their every move will affect the changes in the world." Gunner said.

"Whatever, this is our only hope of winning." The bartender shook his head and threw the empty wine bottle into the sea, "Maybe they just want to compete with Paul in the simulation field That’s all for the first place. Anyway, our ranking is so low, we won’t gain much attribute if we kill it, so we might as well try our luck in the past. I’d rather die in Mikaro’s hands than be eliminated in such an unknown way.”

"That's right." The gunner stretched his waist and said, "Admiral Mikaro has made such a big commotion, and he will definitely be able to enter the top ten. If he becomes a soldier reserve, we will help He might still have a chance to get us a hand, I'll give him the top ten spot and give it to him..."

...

Warden.

Admiral Mikaro stood on the deck, and the navy was busy delivering supplies to the ship.

Vito stood beside him stiffly.

Admiral Mikaro stood with his hands behind his back: "You sent Antonio to fight Mahamadu?"

"Yeah." Vito said.

"Paul sent you to me to disrupt my plan!" Admiral Mikaro asked, turning the ring of gravity on his hand, "So, he knows your keywords and skills!"

"Yeah." Vito nodded again.

"Why are you so stupid to listen to him? If you stay by his side, you can play a greater role. If you use your key words well, you may even have a chance to assassinate him." Admiral Mikaro said.

"My keywords don't work for him." Vito said, "So, leaving him is the best choice."

"It doesn't work?" Admiral Mikaro frowned, and suddenly asked, "You have been with him the longest, can you tell what his key words are? Is it confusion?"

"Not quite." Vito shook his head. "His behavior is very complicated. For a while, I even thought he was a lucky native who just learned the key words from a certain candidate."

"What's your ranking?" Admiral Mikaro asked.

"After the transfer of Antonio, my ranking is 33." Vito said with a low eyebrow, "General, I didn't expect you to be a candidate."

Mikaro looked back at him and said, "Vito, you can stay and be my deputy. You can move the warships under my command at will, but I hope you can play a role in the battle against Paul."

"General, my advanced skills won't work on Paul." Vito said, stunned for a moment.

"It's not aimed at Paul, it's Jessini next to him. I need you to lure Jessine away from Paul's side. As long as Paul doesn't hand over the Poseidon scepter to Jessie, this simulation field won't end. Then the rest of the people, just There is still a chance to perform." Admiral Mikaro said lightly.

"A chance to perform?" Vito was stunned.

"Vito, I know that your skills can affect my thoughts and even my decisions, but I will still keep you and trust you. Do you know why?" Admiral Mikaro turned his head and looked at Vito and said .

"Why?"

"Because my real identity is an instructor." Admiral Mikaro said, "Soldiers who have come down from the alien battlefield, we enter the simulation field to increase the difficulty for you and let you experience the cruelty of the alien battlefield. Now, Paul has disrupted this plan, and many candidates in the simulation field don’t even have a chance to perform, so I must eliminate this hidden danger and give everyone a fair chance to compete. Can you understand what I mean?”

"Instructor?" Vito's eyes widened.

"Yes. Once the simulation field is opened, we need to pay a huge price, and it ends hastily, which does not meet our expectations." Admiral Mikaro said, "I can promise you to complete the task I entrusted to you, even if you don't Get in the top ten and I'll still give you a shot at Warrior Reserve."

Gudong!

Vito swallowed lightly: "Really?"

"Of course, I have privileges myself." Admiral Mikaro smiled, "Otherwise, why would I be able to win Admiral Shemikaro? Do you think this is a coincidence?"

"General Mikaro, your wisdom is unparalleled in the world..." Vito looked at Mikaro, and skillfully flattered him, intending to find out the truth, but just after speaking, a huge pressure suddenly covered him. On his shoulder, he closed his mouth in time, and looked at Mikaro in embarrassment.

"Vito, I allow you to use false prestige, but I don't want to see you use flattery to me again." Admiral Mikaro looked at Vito and smiled, "Before we decide the outcome with Paul, I must Keep a clear head."

"..." Vito smiled mischievously, "Okay!"

"Go! Find my generals, give them some work, and work hard to improve your attributes! Remember, keep it a secret, and don't let more people know my promise to you." Mikaro rolled his hands The broken ring, released the pressure on Vito, and waved his hand, driving him away.

Wait until Vito is out of his range of perception.

He directed the adjutants around him, and found another examinee: "Jimmy, I remember, your key word is freedom, right!"

The examinee named Jimmy nodded, feeling less interested.

Admiral Mikaro looked at him and asked, "Do you know why I didn't kill you?"

"Although you didn't kill me, you imprisoned me, and my attributes have been weakened to the lowest." Jimmy snorted impatiently, "It's better to kill me!"

"Jimmy, you know what happened outside. In fact, my identity is an instructor, the kind who came down from the alien battlefield..." Mikaro looked at Jimmy with a calm expression, repeating what he said to Vito just now. I said it again, "...I must restore the simulation field to normal and give all candidates a fair chance to compete. I promise you to become a soldier reserve, are you willing to help me with your skills?"