Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others

Two hours later, Wang San finally returned with Feng Zhong.

Dressed in a new set of black clothes, Wang San seemed to have also found time to apply makeup, completely transforming his appearance. Messy tufts of hair hung over his forehead, slightly obstructing his eyes.

The makeup, of unknown material, deepened the hollows around his eyes and pallid his complexion, giving him an overall gloomy and unhealthy appearance.

"Big brother, I'm back, and I so wish it was you who helped me pick out these clothes. Can we never be apart again? Just the thought of you dining with someone else makes me feel so uncomfortable; you are mine, and I only want to have meals alone with you…" Upon seeing Feng Yunjie, Wang San's eyes suddenly brightened, and he stared at him intently, as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist.

The hairs on the back of Feng Yunjie's neck stood on end, and he subconsciously stepped back, turning to flee, but remembering Duge's earlier persuasion and his promise to Feng Shiyi, he steadied his feet, suppressing the terror in his heart, and said with a trembling voice, "Wang San, don't speak to me like that again. I know you need to grow, and I can find a woman for you, a beautiful woman. How about the neighbor girl who flirted with you last night?"

"Big brother, do you despise me now? I don't want any other women, I only want you. Please don't abandon me; I know you're not that kind of person." Tears streamed down his cheeks as Wang San looked at Feng Yunjie. In an instant, it seemed as if all his energy had been drained. He stepped forward, attempting to grab Feng Yunjie's arm, and asked frantically, "Big brother, this can't be what you really want, they must be forcing you, right? Who is it? Is it him? Or him?…"

First, he looked toward Feng Shiyi, then turned to Zhang Han.

Feng Shiyi frowned.

Feng Yunjie quickly stepped back, hiding behind Duge: "Mr. Seven, didn't you say he's usually normal? Why is he still like this?"

Seeing Feng Yunjie hiding behind Duge, Wang San's expression went blank, his gaze icy as he glared at Duge, as if he wanted to carve him up.

Damn, he's too professional!

Duge felt a chill down his spine from Wang San's stare, but fortunately, he wasn't too affected by it. Shaking his head, he said, "Let me talk to him first."

"I was just thinking about having a chat with you too. You better stay away from my big brother, or else, I will kill you…" A sinister smile crossed Wang San's lips, and then, looking back at Feng Yunjie, his expression softened to a natural smile. "Big brother, wait for me, I'll be back soon to keep you company."

"Let's go! To room number seven with the yellow sign." Duge glanced at Wang San, shook his head, and led the way.

Wang San followed closely behind, his gaze still cold as he watched Duge's retreating figure.

Duge's rear eye saw everything clearly.

Feng Shiyi glanced at the pale-faced Feng Yunjie and finally realized something was amiss. He moved to follow them.

Duge turned around: "Second Householder, please don't come over. There are things he might not say in your presence."

"Mhm." Feng Shiyi hesitated, then nodded. He turned back towards Feng Yunjie, determined to figure out what exactly was going on.

Feng Zhong looked at Duge, then at Feng Shiyi, and said, "Second Master, shall I get busy first? There's still a lot to take care of at the shop."

"Go ahead," said Feng Shiyi, "and keep what happened here to yourself."

"Second Master, I've been with the Feng Family for a long time now. Don't you trust me to handle things?" Feng Zhong chuckled amiably, bowed slightly to Feng Shiyi, "Then, I'll be off."

…

Room number seven with the yellow sign.

Inside the room, Duge and Wang San entered, with Wang San casually closing the door behind them. "While I can still restrain myself, stay away from Feng Yunjie, and don't let me see him seeking your help again…"

"Talk nicely, or I'll kill you first," Duge said as he pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at Wang San.

Wang San sighed helplessly, "Inconsistency in speech and behavior can cause a loss of attributes. I've finally built mine up, but if I were a normal person, they would plummet right back down."

"What advanced skill did you awaken?" Duge said, ignoring him.

Wang San didn't speak, instead, he looked towards the door.

"Go ahead, there's no one outside," Duge said, pulling out a throwing knife from its sheath and spinning it on his fingertip with one hand. His exceptional agility ensured precise control, preventing any self-harm.

Seeing the knife, Wang San replied helplessly, "Fear of the Delicate. The person I like will develop an intense fear of me. Brother Qi, it suddenly awakened while you were testing me."

Duge's flying knife abruptly stopped, "Is there a limit to the number of people?"

Wang San fell silent for a moment, then shook his head, "No." He quickly assured Duge, "But don't worry, Brother Qi, I will definitely not develop feelings for you."

What the fuck!

Isn't that just freaking incredible!

Sure enough, there's no such thing as a simple keyword!

If this skill could be used in combat, just saying 'I like you' could deflate even the highest morale. Fighting against someone harboring fear... talk about having an unfair advantage...

Compared with his Fear of the Delicate, my Sacrifice Oneself for Justice seems pretty ordinary.

Duge hesitated for a moment and then said, "Then you better tone it down and keep scaring Feng Yunjie. I'm afraid they won't be able to resist knifing you."

"Brother Qi, I've been very restrained already," Wang San said with a wry smile. "I haven't struck out at more people. I must grow, after all. If I rely only on my abilities, I'd be done for if someone came at me with a knife. My ability can induce fear, but it doesn't make people run away! Besides, if you weren't here, I wouldn't have dared to do that to Feng Yunjie!"

He looked at Duge, "Brother Qi, you don't want a useless teammate, right? You forced me into this. Sickly Cute is originally a growth-type keyword; it needs time to develop and be accepted. But you flip tables too quickly. In no time, everyone will know what happened with the Feng Family. If I don't grow along with it, I'll have a hard time protecting myself when I encounter others."

"Find another way," Duge said. "You can't provoke Feng Yunjie anymore for now. Otherwise, the team I've worked so hard to build will be ruined by you."

"Alright!" Wang San nodded helplessly, "This life of mine was picked up anyway, I'll do whatever you say. It would be best if Feng Yunjie found a different Sickly Cute target for me, preferably a girl. Honestly, for growth, I wouldn't want to bother with a man! But, Brother Qi, what's your keyword, to dare cause such a stir?"

"Protection," Duge said.

"..." Wang San's eyes bulged in disbelief, "Protection? Not chaos, destruction?"

"Just protection," Duge affirmed.

"I'm impressed; you're awesome," Wang San gave a thumbs-up, clicking his tongue in admiration, "Tsk, someone with a support keyword daring to do this, I'm convinced. I'm convinced, boss. You aren't here to win, are you? Just for the thrill of it?"

"If the rivers and lakes weren't in chaos, what would there be for me to protect?" Duge glanced at him, "Anyway, just keep it cool for now. Once I'm able to control the whole team, you can let loose. Don't worry about your safety, I've got your back."

"Yeah, got it," Wang San nodded, his mood dipping considerably. Clearly, Duge's commitment to protection had made him less hopeful about the future.