Two Hundred Fifty-Seven: One Hundred Thousand Infrastructure, One Million Starships (Part Two)

So boring. Is there anything to do?

At that moment, Big Bobo sat outside a family base, watching the ever-changing energy auroras in the sky while posting aimlessly in the group chat.

"Eradicate the Walter family's remnants, haul bricks and mine ore, patrol, repair spaceships, repair weapons—you want something to do? There are plenty of missions," one group member complained.

"That's all routine work. You only earn one or two battlefield points from it. I'm not playing a mobile game. Who the hell grinds dailies every day?" Big Bobo replied casually.

"Then go level up. You've dropped more than ten levels before, haven't you? Why are you so unmotivated?" An acquaintance tagged him.

"Doesn't feel right. Doesn't feel right. Could I have developed some kind of war PTSD?"

"Then what do you want to do now?"

"Give me a few more big jobs. Something like species extinction, planetary destruction, neutron annihilation, and the like."

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"That's not PTSD. You're giving everyone else PTSD," a group member complained.

"Fortunately, the entire Walter family was armed, and almost all of them died on the battlefield. If this planet still had a large civilian population, I wouldn't even dare imagine what you'd do."

"Friend, do you want to join our P-Society war-criminal group too?"

"Holy shit!! The forum has posted the mission settlement!"

Big Bobo's spirits lifted. He hurriedly sat up and switched to the forum. Sure enough, a pinned post had appeared on the newly established "Horned Whale Alpha Star System Forum."

Big Bobo ignored the forum administrator's standard, formulaic wording—Dear players... thank you... congratulations... victory...—and swiped straight to the end, where he saw the mission rewards.

Contrary to his expectations, for such a rare faction-wide storyline, the system had not given out rewards immediately. Instead, it had launched two