How likely was it that a high school student with no income could support 300 adults?
Through legal means, it was basically impossible...
Never mind feeding all 300 of them. Even if their unusual bodies allowed them to go without food or water for a while, they still needed clothes and shelter, right? I couldn't bring myself to achieve the feat of making 300 Empire High-Ranking Generals sleep rough and beg on the streets...
Of course, as mentioned before, I could send them to Shanxi to mine coal. If they got lucky, they might even dig a tunnel through the Earth's core from Shanxi to Brazil. Then I could sell tickets at the tunnel entrance for five yuan each, half price for children—but somehow, that plan seemed even less reliable.
And so, the highest-spec Alien Workers group in history was freshly born.
To keep them from being spotted by passing Passerby Party members or bored aerial reconnaissance planes—was that really even possible?—Pandora used an Optical Camouflage Force Field to cover an area within a one-kilometer radius. Unless someone accidentally wandered into the field, nobody would discover that so many suspicious individuals in strange clothing had gathered here.
I watched with great interest as these unknown lifeforms from the Shilin Mother Planet busily made their final preparations to blend into this world.
I stopped curiously in front of Square-faced Uncle, who stood there with his hands pressed together and a righteous expression on his face.
"What are you doing?" I asked in confusion.
Square face, heavy brows, hard features, and an upright air—this uncle looked exactly like the Cannon Fodder Holy Knight in a conventional novel. Now he was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed and hands together. Was this the legendary state of meditation?
The moment my words