World’s End: My Keyword is One More Than Others

Chapter 236: Who are you living for?

Li Anjiang, Yao Liang, and others were in seclusion.

No.

Actually.

Aside from the disciples who must tend to the medicinal herbs and care for the patients, the majority of Medicine Immortal Sect were diligently in seclusion, with an unprecedented level of dedication.

Du Ge had validated the truth that the path of medicine should flourish with efficiency. With Divine Transformation before and Void Refinement after, one only needed to break through to instantly reach the peak of their current realm.

Was there a more relaxed and enjoyable way to cultivate in this world?

If not now, when?

Li Anjiang had also made the other Elders aware of the terrifying nature of people in this chaotic world, with the unyieldingly hard brick as proof, kindling a strong sense of crisis in them.

Strength.

Benevolent Healer: Those who have been helped by Du Ge would harbor goodwill towards him.

Call to Action: After being conquered by your charisma, there's a high chance they would respond to your call;

The two skills echoed each other, uniting the Medicine Immortal Sect as one, forming an impregnable fortress.

Every individual was striving for a better life, a brighter future, including the patients who owed Du Ge favors within the Medicine Immortal Sect.

...

In a secluded cave dwelling, Du Ge was studying medical texts while interrogating Shan Cong alone.

After learning the delicate control of spiritual power from Chen Da, he turned the uncontrollable skill of 'plucking feathers from a passing goose' into a controllable one.

Using spiritual power in the Void Refinement Realm was as simple as eating and drinking. With spiritual power as a barrier, surgery became much easier, preventing the accidental removal of someone's organs.

Heaven have mercy.

When he operated on Chen Da and removed his organs, it was truly unintentional, but fortunately, the outcome was good, melting the stubbornness of a hard-headed man.

However, Chen Da's case opened new avenues for Du Ge.

He decided that in the future, when encountering those who did not understand the teachings of the Spiritual Power Mutual Aid Alliance, he would use this method to enlighten them.

Firstly, it would boost the Benevolent Healer skill, enhancing their goodwill towards him; secondly, it would help them quickly integrate into the group.

After observing several surgeries and personally performing a few, Du Ge found that performing surgery in this world was really not difficult. Spiritual power could stop bleeding, precise manipulation aided recovery, and clearing blockages...

The most crucial aspect was that patients with higher realms possessed vigorous vitality. Even if something went wrong, reattaching the removed part was not difficult.

As long as one mastered the body's structure and the principles of medicine.

Reattaching limbs was a breeze for him.

Of course, this was for Du Ge, since the organs removed by 'plucking feathers from a passing goose' were almost intact, with a high degree of compatibility, easily reattached.

But for other injuries, like being severed by a sword or forcibly torn off, reattachment was much more difficult.

Otherwise.

The disciples of the Medicine Immortal Sect wouldn't have been so ecstatic upon seeing the limbs Du Ge had torn off.

In summary.

Du Ge was now devoting a significant portion of his energy to studying medicine. He wanted to break free from the constraints of the Medicine Immortal Sect and carry out his work anywhere. Constantly returning to the Medicine Immortal Sect was too time-consuming.

"What are your Keywords?" Du Ge asked, referencing the medical text while examining Shan Cong's body.

Shan Cong's other leg had also been removed by Du Ge and was placed in a box filled with ice.

Occasionally, disciples from the Medicine Immortal Sect would replenish the limb with spiritual power to maintain its vitality and prevent necrosis.

The remaining half of Shan Cong lay on the sickbed like a piece of art, so isolated he couldn't even commit suicide. Fortunately, the wounds of an Alien Star warrior healed very quickly, and he barely felt any pain.

"Reattach my limbs, and I'll tell you," Shan Cong said calmly, the very picture of resignation, "Wang Chong, you're keeping me alive just to use me. But you've taken my limbs without showing any sincerity. You might as well kill me and take my attributes..."

"Do you want to die?" Du Ge looked up and asked.

"Of course not," Shan Cong replied, "but if I'm imprisoned by you for decades and then killed, it would be easier to just die now."

"Which is your home star?" Du Ge asked, "You can at least tell me that, right?"

"..." Shan Cong gave Du Ge a scornful look, "Just kill me. Trying to extract information from me to deceive my comrades is impossible. Behind me, countless beings are waiting for resources to save their lives; I won't betray anyone."

"Have you ever thought about sharing resources?" Du Ge changed the subject with a smile, "After all, the top ten can obtain resources, and even if you maintain seventh place until the end, the resources you get would be enough for the people of your planet to survive a year, right?"

"With the way I look now, do you think I can maintain seventh place until the end?" Shan Cong sneered.

"With my help, you can," Du Ge said.

He had studied the poetry published by Shan Cong, which had no overlap with the poetry from Qi Yuan Star, so he could almost conclude that Shan Cong was not from Qi Yuan Star.

As for learning poetry from the playback of videos, with decades worth of footage, Du Ge believed no one would have the patience to seriously learn from it.

Because they had to deal with various situations, the candidates in the Simulation Field had to learn too much, only skimming the surface of most knowledge, with few becoming experts. Candidates would focus their efforts on understanding Keywords and acting.

"Help? With your ostentatious ways, you might not even survive until the end, yet you offer help, what a hellish joke..." Shan Cong rolled his eyes and continued to sneer, "If you were really confident about surviving until the end, you would have killed me for my attributes already, why bother talking to me?"

"People must seize every opportunity they can!" Du Ge smiled, gestured with his hand, and a leg flew out of the box. He stood up and approached Shan Cong, "Let me reattach your leg first."

Shan Cong was stunned.

In that moment of distraction.

Du Ge swiftly opened the already healed skin tissue and pressed the leg back into place.

Poetry, like business, would continue to spread once published.

Shan Cong's attributes were also growing, which made his wounds heal very quickly.

The moment the leg was reattached, the wound healed rapidly, and the leg, which had turned pale from blood loss, quickly regained its color.

"Indeed, surgery on an Alien Star warrior is much smoother!" Du Ge looked at his handiwork, shaking his head with a proud expression.

The moment he finished reattaching Shan Cong's leg, Benevolent Healer was activated, and Shan Cong's expression towards Du Ge subtly changed.

Still, he stubbornly said, "I won't cooperate with you unless you reattach all my limbs."

Du Ge smiled, reached out, and summoned the other leg, quickly reattaching it, "Move around, see how my craftsmanship is?"

Shan Cong tried lifting his leg, moving it with ease. He pursed his lips, "What about my arms?"

"What are your Keywords?" Du Ge paused, looking at him with a smile.

"First reattach my arms. You're stronger than me, I can't escape. Only a whole me can cooperate with you..." Regaining what was lost, Shan Cong was particularly excited and saw hope.

But he wasn't satisfied with just having two legs. Only a whole him had a chance to escape from the Medicine Immortal Sect.

Hiss!

Another wave of pain.

Shan Cong couldn't believe his eyes as he saw his leg being removed again, "What are you doing?"

"Reattaching it a few more times to practice," Du Ge said, "I'll inevitably have to perform surgery on others in the future. Practicing on you, with your fast healing, is better than practicing on the natives. Of course, I might capture more Alien Star warriors and have to reattach their limbs. You know, everyone heals too quickly.

For example, if I remove your liver, I must put it back before your abdomen heals, and I have to open up the blood vessels and connect the nerves, which requires delicate technique..."

"You never intended to cooperate with me." Shan Cong was angry. Removing a thigh was just a momentary pain; such pain was nothing to an Alien Star warrior.

Before going to the Alien Star Battlefield, who hadn't died a few times? The key was Du Ge's behavior; it was too insulting.

"Old Shan, I'm sincere about cooperating with you." Du Ge manipulated the surgical knife and reattached his thigh,

Then he really opened up his abdomen and began practicing organ reattachment techniques.

At this moment, Shan Cong was his cadaver teacher.

Du Ge focused on practicing surgery on Shan Cong while talking to him, "I'm different from others; I want to change some things."

"Change what?" Shan Cong watched as Du Ge took out his liver and stomach, his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

Although he knew his organs would be put back and the wounds would heal,

He still felt a chill in his heart, his face twitching non-stop. The scene was too bizarre; he had to close his eyes, forcing himself not to look at the horrifying sight.

"Change the fate of being controlled by pan-universal entertainment, striving to let more people survive," Du Ge said, "There are ten planets participating in the Alien Star Battlefield. If each planet can secure a spot in the top ten, then everyone can survive. Some may live worse, some better, but it's better than concentrating resources on one planet while the others starve..."

"Naive," Shan Cong scoffed with a snort, "No one will believe you."

"Naive or foolish, someone has to do it," Du Ge sighed, quickly putting all his organs back in place, watching his healing body, "How can you know without trying? Shan Cong, you're at most twenty years old, right? You've only lived on the Alien Star Battlefield for two months; do you really want to die?"

Shan Cong fell silent.

"Try to cooperate with me. I'll teach you some cultivation methods. If you feel I've betrayed you at any time, you can use spiritual power to commit suicide and end our cooperation at any moment."

Du Ge looked at Shan Cong and smiled, "A large amount of spiritual power will be infused into your meridians, and with the talent of an Alien Star warrior, you'll cultivate quickly. The higher your strength, the more chance you have to control your destiny, right? Once you're dead, you really have nothing."

So, if you end our cooperation, it's by killing me, and if I end it, it's by suicide?

So, you get all the benefits, huh!

Shan Cong muttered in his heart, knowing he wasn't in control of his own fate, and snorted, "You're willing to teach me cultivation?"

"Of course, I can even help you make a name for yourself," Du Ge said, "You grow stronger through spreading poetry, right? You write the poetry, and I'll find someone to publish it for you. How's that for sincerity?"

Shan Cong looked at Du Ge, weighing the pros and cons.

"What do you want, gourmet food, beautiful women? I can arrange it all," Du Ge smiled, "Shan Cong, you can't just fight to the death for others. Sometimes, you have to live for yourself..."

Live for myself?

Now that I've become what I am, how can I have the chance to live for myself?

Shan Cong grumbled, a bitter smile crossing his lips, this damn Alien Star Battlefield...