"..."
Yan Wu Shi Xin Chuo Ta lowered his head and looked at his large green hand: it was a powerful green hand with only four fingers, its nails packed full of dirt.
Then, he clenched his fist, loosened it, and clenched it again.
When creating his face, there had been options for five fingers or four. Back then, he had wanted to try something unusual, so he set it to four. Now that he looked at it, four fingers really weren't as useful as five. It always felt like something was missing—and, crucially, the longest and most useful middle finger was gone too.
"Fine, then!"
He shook his head with a bitter smile, though there was a trace of relief in his voice.
"Don't overthink it. So what if we're a little tired right now?"
"After all, the game has only just started. Everyone still needs to explore and develop the wilderness, so we can only run for now."
"Once we have transportation later on—mounts, armored vehicles, fighter jets—even spaceships aren't impossible."
"When that time comes, forget a few dozen kilometers. Wouldn't traveling across star systems be as easy as playing around?"
At the mention of spaceships, Watch Your Left and Right Hands quickly raised his hand, his eyes lighting up.
"I noticed that there are two spaceships in the camp next to our respawn point!"
"I heard..."
"They seem to be upgraded models of medical transport craft? Bigger, with room for more people?"
"I wonder whether players like us will be able to buy or exchange for them someday?"
"Oh?"
"You want to exchange for a spaceship?"
This time, it was the bearded man's turn to laugh. Clearly, he had some disdain for his teammate's lofty ambitions.
"With our ten contribution points per mission?"
"Do you know how