The capture of Longhorn Whale Alpha Seat sent shockwaves through all the major NPC factions. Even in those two Level Three civilizations, it was still a fairly important hotspot.
The resources contained in a resource planet exceeded those of ten thousand ordinary planets, and its value was even greater than that of a hundred habitable planets.
What was even better was that it did not require the construction of a Dyson sphere with a diameter of at least a million, or even ten million, kilometers. One could simply dig into it with a mining shovel.
That was why it was so precious.
And the Calamity Legion had officially entered the interstellar stage, becoming a rather flashy hotspot presence.
In the eyes of outsiders, the mysterious Calamity Legion members were currently showing off their equipment, mission points, and romances on the forums like a bunch of silly roe deer.
'Hehe, see that? A Level Three Sharpshooter Rifle, with a built-in space station locking function.'
'That's nothing. With my mission points, I can exchange them for 100 A-grade mechs.'
'Want to know something? We infiltrated a military supply depot in the spaceport and dug out an entire warehouse of high-grade energy ores.'
'Buying secondhand star shuttles, damaged weapons, mechs, AIs, and starships! No matter how badly damaged they are, come to Steamed Bun's Secondhand Trading Center, and we'll always give you a suitable price.' Steamed Bun
'@Steamed Bun, why is it you again, you swindler?!'
'Hmph, you think that's impressive? I heard someone obtained a hidden quest during the war and won one private surgery from Boss G.'
'Fuck, another aircraft?'
'The Second Aircraft? The future second-best PvE player?'
'Another circumcision?'
'Fuck, who told you that having surgery definitely means getting circumcised!? Stop spreading nonsense!!' Green-Skinned Stewed Mushroom angrily declared.
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