At that moment, the Demon Emperor noticed that few people showed their true faces as his group did.
Almost everyone who came here to accept missions had a cloak, keeping themselves tightly concealed.
These people hurried to and fro, each looking exceedingly busy.
The Demon Emperor knew that their current state might well become his group's future state.
After a moment's careful thought, he waved his hand lightly. Everyone who had entered with him soon had a black cloak that covered their entire body.
Passing through the dense stream of people, the Demon Emperor soon reached the Mission Center.
There were relatively few people inside the hall. The moment the Demon Emperor entered, he felt as though his entire body were about to float upward, as though he might take flight at any instant.
Only then did he notice the chaotic scene around him. Everything was upside down, and all kinds of strange objects drifted to and fro.
The Demon Emperor swam over and touched one lightly. A message immediately entered his mind: "Mission accepted: find the missing Tucker Cat. Mission rank: C. Reward: 1,000 points. As you belong to a resettled world, your reward will be doubled. This mission remains valid for three years and will expire afterward."
The Demon Emperor immediately understood. They could not freely choose missions here; every mission they accepted was random.
That made things interesting. Random missions meant they might receive all sorts of unusual assignments, ranging from easy to difficult, and the time needed to complete them would certainly vary.
Since the Demon Emperor's group belonged to a resettled world, their world had a guaranteed annual mission quota.
Thus, the Demon Emperor stopped holding back. He began touching everything around him in a frenzy, accepting over a thousand missions in the blink of