"So boring, is there anything to do?"
Right now, Big Bo was sitting outside a family base, watching the ever-changing energy auroras in the sky while shitposting and chatting in the group.
"Wiping out the remaining scum of the Walter Clan, brick-moving, mining, patrolling, repairing Spaceships, fixing weapons—if you want to do something, there are tons of quests." a group member complained.
"Those are all dailies, the Battlefield Points you earn are like one or two at a time. I'm not playing a mobile gacha. Who the hell grinds dailies every day?" Big Bo casually replied.
"Then go level up. You dropped like a dozen levels before, right? No motivation?" an acquaintance @-ed him.
"Doesn't feel right, doesn't feel right. Did I get some kind of War PTSD?"
"Then what do you want to do now?"
"Give me a few big jobs—Species Extinction, Planet Destruction, neutron annihilation, that kind of stuff."
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