New Mission, Zombie Universe?

Calling the thing Exiles used a system was a bit of a stretch.

Compared to a system, it was more like a personal communication terminal.

Calling it a system was really forcing it, so it would be better to call it a terminal.

Lin Feng fiddled with the terminal worn on his clone's wrist.

Its functions were limited, with three main ones.

A task list, a shop function, and a communication channel.

Other than that, all that remained was its function of monitoring Exiles.

The terminal could monitor and record every action of an Exile. In a faction like this, freedom was nothing but a joke.

Of course, Lin Feng's conversations with his clone inside his mind were beyond the terminal's scope of surveillance.

After fiddling with it for a while, Lin Feng more or less understood it.

The Exile system was somewhat similar to the online games he had played before.

They accepted suitable tasks through the task list to earn points, which could be exchanged for all kinds of items in the shop.

Of course, some tasks were mandatory and came with time limits.

As for the communication channel, it was an information-sharing channel exclusive to Exiles.

For now, the clone could only operate in the lowest-level public area.

He casually flipped through a couple pages of chat logs, only to find nothing but meaningless chatter.

Other than endless complaints, there was gossip about who had done what that day.

It seemed Exiles did not have it easy either.

Then the answer was obvious. The so-called cheat Exiles possessed was probably just an empty shell.

The image of this faction plummeted in Lin Feng's mind.

Lin Feng shook his head with a laugh. He had thought it was some lofty, impressive faction.

Feeling deceived, Lin Feng immediately cursed