"A forced-sale incident has occurred in a commercial district. The seller is a crystal symbiote, and the buyer is a Shadowkin. Please proceed to coordinates ***** and stop it."
"Because the Anakin is too large—over three kilometers—it cannot use a tractor beam. Please move it physically."
"The Cocoonkin are attempting to lay eggs on the spot and settle down permanently. Please hurry to **** and stop them."
"An energy-gun battle has broken out in a certain floating commercial district. Calamity Warriors, please eliminate both sides together..."
This was the happy everyday life of the players in the Horned Whale α Sector.
They encountered all kinds of strange species and bizarre incidents.
In terms of entertainment alone, this was far more interesting than running errands to deliver goods or messages.
The faction points were pretty generous too, so the players were more than willing to do this kind of work.
Thus, as the days passed, the security of the entire resource planet naturally improved.
The outside was safe, and the inside was safe too. With things like that, the space pirates could only change careers, right?
Unfortunately, even the space pirates who changed careers were still targeted by the players. A ghost ship quietly followed behind them.
"Don't attack! Nobody rush into attacking!"
"Be patient, everyone. We might land a big one this time."
"Tsk, tsk, this stealth coating is really useful. It can even conceal a Tier Three presence."
"That's all thanks to my baby."
One player spoke smugly.
"What are you so proud of? You were supposed to bring the baby along, not have the baby carry you."
"Just look at how much they've helped you along the way."
"Bullshit. It's not like you're getting no benefits."
"Let's see how long you can keep smiling. Once your baby reaches