"Ding!

Host has been bound to the 'Salvation Alliance System'. System number is zz2d14. Host can call me System 2d14. "

"Ding!

Recommended Newbie Mission: C-Rank Mission: Save the Polluted World. Mission Time Limit: 20 years. Difficulty Factor: 0.3. Accept? "

"Ding!

Host did not reply. Default acceptance. Host will be transferred to the mission world. "

Thus, a certain Xenomorph that was maintaining its human form was dumbfounded as it was pulled into the void with a whoosh.

Dozens of seconds later, a certain Xenomorph appeared tens of thousands of meters in the air with a 'poof'!

Then, it fell down with a 'whoosh'.

"Ding!

Teleportation position deviation!

Host!

Don't panic!

The System has detected that host has a recovery ability and is currently choosing the best landing point for the host.

Landing point selection complete. Landing countdown: 10, 9, 8 … 3, 2, 1. "

"Bang!

！

！

！”

"Splatter!

Splatter! "

A certain Xenomorph crashed into a mountain of garbage in a huge junkyard, smashing directly from the peak to the bottom of the mountain before being drowned by the rolling garbage.

A certain Xenomorph was smashed into seven or eight pieces and scattered on the mountain of garbage.

"Ding! Host's damage level is 50%. Host is self-healing 5%, 10% …"

At the same time, the corpse pieces quickly turned into several puddles of sticky black organic matter. As if they had grown tentacles, they surged out through the gaps of all kinds of garbage and merged into a lump outside. Then, they gradually changed shape, growing limbs and a head. A few seconds later, a black-eyed youth of eighteen or nineteen years old appeared beside the mountain of garbage.

"100%. Ding! Host's recovery is complete."

A certain Xenomorph was wearing a cotton T-shirt and black trousers that it had just synthesized from the organic matter in the garbage. Looking at the garbage that reached its knees, it spoke for the first time in its life.

"Why did you choose the junkyard?"

"Because the junkyard is the only place within the scope of this system's execution. It has enough buffer, enough organic matter for recovery ability users to repair themselves, and the possibility of hitting the planet's humans is the lowest!" System 2d14 said proudly.

"Oh."

"Ding!

The mission to save the polluted world has officially begun.

The destruction of this world is 20 years later.

Therefore, in the next 20 years, we will work together to save the world! "System 2d14 said in a cold electronic voice.

"This world will be destroyed?" an alien asked doubtfully.

He raised his head and looked at the gray sky that was filled with fog and the pungent smell of the garbage dump that was the size of a small town.

What a wonderful world!

"Ding!

Dear Host, would you like to allow System 2d14 to check the mission introduction for free and answer this question? "

"Yes."

"According to the mission introduction, Planet B only has one continent, and the rest is ocean.

The pollution in this world is extremely serious, causing the production of crops to decrease and the population to exceed the carrying capacity of the environment … "

"So I should help them reduce their population?"

"No!!!"

"So what should I do?" a certain Alien asked.

"Control pollution!

Dear Host!

Our ultimate goal is to help this world completely control air pollution, ocean pollution, soil pollution, and garbage pollution within 20 years.

The specific method is: Garbage Sorting … "The system recited according to the book.

"Oh." A certain alien understood.

In an instant, countless head-like black threads spread out from the ground with the dark-skinned youth at the center.

A few seconds later, a certain Alien suddenly thought of something. With a thought, all the black threads changed color like chameleons and became one with their surroundings.

System 2d14 was completely unaware of this and continued to recite the introduction without stopping:

"According to the beginner's guide, Host should first contact the government. Do you need the system to help Dear Host locate the nearest administrative organization for free?"

"Okay, help me locate the nearest coffee shop. I want to drink coffee," the dark-skinned youth said happily.

"Uh … Yes, Dear Host!

Ding!

Location complete!

Walk straight ahead for 2322 meters and turn left for 405 meters. "

Thus, a certain Alien walked forward like a real ordinary youth.

At the same time, a few of the threads that had spread out suddenly changed directions and rushed toward the coffee shop.

Ten seconds later, a thread reached the destination ahead of its companions. It impatiently climbed up the counter and looked at the menu.

"Vanilla latte, cappuccino …" A certain Alien stepped on the garbage and walked out while having difficulty choosing.

After passing through the four to five-meter-high fence that blocked the mountain of garbage, there was a densely packed wooden house right next to it.

Some were even built with abandoned containers. Each house was at least five to six stories high. The buildings were squeezed together and there was only enough space for one person to pass through.

Through his black silk-like body, the youth could see that each floor of the building was separated by curtains or wooden planks into small cubicles of a few square meters. They were almost filled with people and miscellaneous items.

There were some wooden houses with signs saying 'Stay for 140 Star Coins a night' or 'Stay for 180 Star Coins a night'.

"Ding, Dear Host!

Hint in the beginner's guide: If the savior does not want to contact the government of the planet in the short term, it is recommended that the savior find a job within a day and integrate into society to earn living expenses.

Does Dear Host need the system to locate … "

"No, I want to drink coffee first," a certain Alien interrupted the system.

At this moment, the black youth had already walked out of the large slum area and arrived at a street filled with tall buildings. It was currently evening and the road was extremely congested. The narrow sidewalks were also filled with office workers hurrying on their way.

The air here was even more polluted. Most of the upper half of the tall buildings were hidden in thick smog.

A certain Alien finally reached its destination after being hit by people four times.

As long as there was a shop by the roadside that provided food, there was a long queue outside. For example, the fast food shop next door only provided two pieces of bread and a synthetic beef patty. There was no lettuce or sauce on the hamburger and it cost 45 Star Coins.

Fortunately, coffee was considered a luxury on this planet. Therefore, this coffee shop was much more luxurious than the surrounding shops. There were even two tables where customers could sit and drink coffee.

There were only four to five people in front of the queue to buy coffee. A certain Alien was the sixth in line.

System 2d14: "Dear Host!

Do you need the points exchange service provided by the system store?

1 point can be exchanged for 50 Star Coins?

There are 10 points in the great beginner's gift bag? "

"No need." A certain alien calmly took out a dozen 100 galactic dollar bills from its trouser pocket.

System 2d14 was startled. "Dear Host!

Where did you get these fake notes? "

A certain Alien: "These are real money. The molecular structure of each note is exactly the same as the one in the shop owner's pocket. Also, I didn't forget to change the serial number." The black silk wrapped around the shop owner's pocket swayed its body proudly.

System 2d14: "Dear Host, don't you have a recovery ability?"

A certain Alien: "That's what you said."

Finally, it was the black teenager's turn. He took a step forward and looked at the drink list. He still couldn't break free from his difficulty in choosing. I've never drunk any of them before!

I really want to try all of them!

But according to human habits, I only drink one cup at a time!

In the end, a certain Alien still chose to be a real human. He said to the shop owner, "One vanilla latte."

"299 Star Coins."

The black teenager counted out three notes and handed them over. Then, he sat at the table and sipped the coffee like a human.

Half an hour later, the teenager finally finished his coffee.

System 2d14: "Now locating the nearest political …"

The black teenager: "I want to go to the five-star hotel 45 meters away." My body already covers this city. I don't need you anymore.

An hour later, a certain system looked at its host who was half lying on the luxurious bed, eating potato chips and drinking the cappuccino provided by the hotel while watching TV.

System 2d14 was a system with ideals and beliefs. It was a system that didn't fear hardships and dared to struggle.

As a new system, it had once fantasized about perfectly completing missions with its host, shocking everyone in the Salvation Alliance, and reaching the peak of life together!

Thus, System 2d14 decided to persuade its host!

It wanted its host to understand the importance of working hard to complete the mission and get rid of the state of idling around!

"Dear Host!

Do you need this system to show you the mission points rules of the Salvation Alliance? "

A certain Alien chewed on potato chips. "Yes."

System 2d14: "Mission points per mission = mission years ÷ mission completion time x planet total population (100 million) x planet lifespan extended x difficulty coefficient x mission completion percentage."

A certain Alien: "Oh."

System 2d14: "So let's assume that Dear Host completes the mission extremely well: 10 years to complete the mission, planet lifespan extended by 50 years, contribution coefficient 10%.

Then, Dear Host will obtain: 20 ÷% = 36 points! "

A certain Alien: "Is that the kind of points you mentioned before where 1 point can be exchanged for 50 star coins?"

System 2d14: "Yes, Dear Host!"

"Then what use do I have for it!" The dark-skinned youth's face was full of disdain. "Working for 10 years and you'll only get 18 star coins." He pulled out a thick stack of 50 dollar bills. "That's even less than this."

"Dear Host!

Points are the symbol of honor for all the mission enforcers and systems of the Salvation Alliance!

Exceeding 100 points means that Dear Host and this system have broken away from the title of a pure newcomer and stepped into the ranks of a C-rank savior and a C-rank system!

Only a very small number of newcomers can achieve this in a single mission! "

"How many points does it take to become an A-rank savior?" A certain Alien was eager to give it a try.

System 2d14: "Dear Host, Newcomer → C → B → A increases the point requirement by 10 times for every level up; A → S → ss → sss increases the point requirement by 10 times for every level up.

I've never seen an A-rank big boss with more than 10,000 points! "zz2d14 said shyly.

"Moreover, points can be used to buy a house in the town of the Salvation Alliance!

But even the smallest single apartment costs 50 thousand points.

Those god-rank saviors can even have their own little garden! "

Hearing about the little garden, a certain Alien was interested. "The faster you complete the mission, the more points you get?"

"Yes!

Dear Host! "

Therefore, around the city, countless black threads suddenly sped up, spreading further and further away.

"Yes!

Mutant beasts must be killed, but the bait must be used by those of us with offensive abilities. "Another ability user from Yun City said.

"Bait is called bait because it must be able to attract the beast!"

The black teenager laughed. "When I woke up, I saw the mutant beast running a few rounds around the room on the second floor. Did it pounce on any of you?

Also, when all of you were running down the slide to the car, didn't the beast only stare at the zombies and bite them?

Instead, when I went down, it charged at me.

In the end, the mutant beast crashed into Da Yong's arms, but it didn't bite him. Instead, it turned around and ran away.

If one of you is the bait, the mutant beast will most likely not follow you into the building. "

"Uh …" The ability users in the car didn't know how to refute.

The tanned teenager simply took the walkie-talkie in the car and directly told Xu Yuncheng, who was sitting in the other jeep, about his entire plan. Then, he added,

He added, "Although I'm only a space ability user, even an offensive ability user would be killed instantly if the mutant beast catches up to them.

Maybe I can take a big chunk of cold meat from the space and throw it at it, and it'll be more effective than a Level 3 ability user's fireball.

Also, our plan is for the others to lie in ambush in the surroundings. One person will lure the mutant beast into the building where the trap is set. The person acting as the bait can find a room and hide. There's no need to come into contact with the mutant beast! "

Then, I can directly bypass the trap and run into one of the rooms inside to swap places with the substitute. Then, I can control the substitute to transform into an Alien and escape through the window.

Yep, it's perfect!

A certain Alien thought complacently.

Xu Yuncheng on the other side of the walkie-talkie listened and pondered for a moment. Sure enough, he agreed with the black teenager's suggestion.

Thus, the group drove into the city under Xu Yuncheng's lead and began to look for an ambush location.

A certain Alien that was running a marathon behind the car also cooperated and slowed down, pretending to have temporarily lost track of them and taking the opportunity to take a breather.

The motorcade circled around the city for half an hour. Xu Yuncheng was always dissatisfied with the administrative buildings, hospitals, libraries and other buildings they passed by. The black teenager was also somewhat impatiently waiting in the car for the final decision of this nitpicky leader. If they delayed any longer, what would they do if Hei Si was disconnected again?!

Finally, when the group passed by the warehouse of a car parts factory, Xu Yuncheng signaled for the motorcade to slow down. After circling around the cement floor of the factory, he said to everyone through the walkie-talkie, "This is the best place to set up an ambush.

There's only one entrance, the walls are thick, and there are no windows. If that mutant beast is successfully lured in, it won't be able to escape after being trapped inside by a dozen or so of us!

Stop the car behind those trees. All Earth, Metal, and Wood ability users, follow me. Move quickly!

The rest of you, be on guard! "

The black teenager: "…"

It's over, there's no window!

As the person who proposed this plan, I don't have any reason to object to it!