"Ding!

The host has been bound to the 'Salvation Alliance System'. This system number is zz2d14. The 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. Do you accept? "

"Ding!

No response from the host. Default acceptance. Sending the host to the mission world. "

Thus, a certain Xenomorph that was maintaining its human form was pulled into the void with a confused look on its face.

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 the 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. It fell from the top of the mountain to the bottom and was then drowned by the rolling garbage.

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

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

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

"100%. Ding! The 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 a 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, there is only one continent on Planet B, 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 oblivious to this and continued to recite the introduction:

"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 had at least five to six floors. 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.

A few of the wooden houses had signs that said '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, the savior is advised to 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 go drink coffee first." A certain Alien interrupted the system.

At this moment, the black youth had already walked out of the large slum and arrived at the 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 expensive 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 also 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 was not afraid of hardships and dared to work hard.

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 idleness!

"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 ÷ 1ox12ox5oxo3x10% = 36 points! "

A certain alien: "Is it the kind of points you mentioned just now where 1 point is exchanged for 50 Star Coins?"

System 2d14: "Yes, Dear Host!"

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

"Dear Host!

Points are the symbol of honor for all mission completion users and systems in the Salvation Alliance!

More than 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 requires 10 times more points for every level up; A → s → ss → sss → sss requires 10 times more points for every level up.

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

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

However, even the smallest single apartment costs 50,000 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! "

Thus, countless black threads around the city suddenly sped up and spread out with a 'whoosh'.

"Sigh, there aren't many good children like you who are willing to sacrifice themselves for others!

Child, don't be afraid, we're all good people. I'm a Rank 1 wind ability user and my wife is a Rank 1 fire ability user. You can call us Auntie Huang and Uncle Chen.

That's our eldest son, Da Yong. He's a Rank 2 strength ability user and we're all members of Changfeng Base. "The auntie pointed at the silent old man and the strong young man.

"Child, what's your name?

It's so cold and you don't even have a jacket. Look at how cold you are!

Don't be afraid, we'll be your godparents from now on, okay? "Auntie Huang said.

Uncle Chen nodded as well. He took off his coat and put it on the dark-skinned young man without any explanation.

The strong young man scratched his head and said, "Then you'll be my little brother from now on."

A certain Xenomorph had never been enveloped by such a strong sense of love before. It replied in a curious manner:

"… Okay." Then, he added, "I'm Xiao Yi."

Hearing this, the family of three intimately hugged a certain alien in the middle.

"We came to this residential building to collect supplies today. We bumped into you just as we were about to go back," Uncle Chen explained. "Our car is parked on the street outside.

Xiao Yi, come back with us! "

The dark boy said, "Okay."

Thus, the three of them escorted the Alien out of the alley.

Behind them, some of the black silk threads in disguise quietly surrounded the pile of zombie corpses …

A few minutes later, the black silk threads that had eaten their fill quickly chased after their main body!

Sitting in the jeep that was speeding towards the suburbs, a certain Alien held his forehead and shouted in his heart, "If I lose them, I'll get lost!"

Along the way, although the streets of the city were full of abandoned cars, it was clear that the family of three had already chosen a route to enter the city. The jeep made left and right turns for half an hour before finally driving out of the city.

Along the way, the low level zombies and Rank 2 zombies that were attracted by the sound of the engine were mostly thrown to the side by Feng and Huo. Occasionally, one or two zombies would jump onto the roof of the car, but they were thrown down by the jeep.

Just as the roadside houses gradually disappeared, revealing a large patch of withered grass, a small three-story villa surrounded by mud walls appeared in sight.