Zion stared at the blue interface floating right in front of her face.
She stood in the middle of the largest village they had captured in the southern borders.
The Unchained numbered over eight hundred people now.
The camp had expanded into a unorganized sprawl of dirty tents and stolen wagons.
The system interface usually provided clear combat objectives to kill specific Exarchs or destroy specific outposts, but today the system gave her a massive headache.
[QUEST: Establish a primary supply chain for 847 units]
[QUEST: Resolve a territorial land dispute between the Miller and Thorne families]
[QUEST: Construct a temporary medical infirmary]
Zion crossed her arms over her black armor and let out a heavy breath.
She played action RPGs and she absolutely refused to play city management.
She never saw these specific quests in her first run through this world because she never left anyone alive long enough to require a functional government.
