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12036 A.D.

[Ding! The host has been successfully bound to the 'Salvation Alliance System'. This system is called zz2d14. Lord host can also call me System 2d14.]

[Ding! Quest recommendation for newcomers: C-grade mission: To save the polluted world. Time limit is 20 years and degree of difficulty is 0.3, will you accept?]

[Ding! The host did not answer and silence will be taken as consent. The Host is now immediately being transferred into the target World.]

Therefore, a certain alien who was currently disguised as a human was stupefied. With a swoosh, he was pulled into the void.

After a few seconds, with a 'puff', a certain alien appeared in the sky tens of thousand meters from the ground! Afterwards, with a 'shua', he fell down.

[Ding! There is a problem with the target location! Lord host! Do not panic! The System has discovered the host's regenerative ability and is currently choosing the best landing point for the host. Landing point selection complete, counting down in 10, 9, 8….3, 2, 1]

THUD!!!!

CRASH! CRASH!

A certain alien smashed into a rubbish heap in a landfill and directly fell down from the top. Afterwards, he was buried by a pile of rubbish that came rolling down. Said alien fell into pieces and scattered around the mountain of rubbish.

[Ding! Host damage level 50%, host is currently healing 5%….10%…..]

At the same time, his corpse swiftly turned into a thick black organic matter, as if changing into tentacles, they spread out in all directions of the landfill, bypassing through the gaps between all the garbage. Once they reached the outside, they gathered together and then started to shapeshift, growing limbs and a head. A few minutes later, a black-haired black-eyed 18-year-old appeared beside the mountain of garbage.

[100%, Ding, host recovery is complete.]

Wearing the white T-shirt and black pants he had just made from the garbage, a certain alien looked at the garbage that has piled up to his knee and said his first words as a human,

"Why did you choose a landfill?"

[Because the landfill is the only place within System's executable zone with: enough buffer, enough organic matter for host to begin restorative process to repair himself and furthermore, this is the place with the lowest possibility of meeting any humans from this planet.] System 2d14 proudly said.

"Oh."

[Ding! The quest to save the polluted world has officially started. The time left before world destruction is 20 years. Therefore, do your best in the next 20 years and let us work together to save the world!] System 2d14 used its emotionless computerised voice and said complacently.

"This world will be destroyed?" A certain alien asked suspiciously. He lifted his head towards the grey sky filled with smog and the pungent smell emitting from the rubbish all around him in this landfill. What a beautiful world!

[Ding! Lord host, do you want 2d14 to help you find the mission description to answer your question?]

"Yes."

[According to the mission description, B Planet only has one continent, the rest is all ocean. This world's pollution is extremely severe, leading to a reduction in crop yield. The population of this world is also seriously over the limit to what this planet can hold.]

"So does that mean I should help them by decreasing the number of people?"

[No!!!]

"Then what am I supposed to do?" A certain alien asked.

[To clean up the pollution, of course! Lord host! Our goal is to get rid of all the atmospheric pollution, ocean pollution, land pollution, and garbage pollution. As for methods to accomplish this: recycling…..] The system recited from off a manual.

"Oh." A certain alien understood.

Immediately, with the black-haired youth as the centre, numerous hair-like black strands spread out across the ground.

A few minutes later, a certain alien suddenly thought of something. Deciding to carry it out, in that instance, all the black strands camouflaged like chameleons. Melting into their surroundings.

System 2d14 was completely ignorant to what just happened, still continuing to read off of the mission description,

[According to the newcomer manual, the host should first make contact with the government for cooperation. Do you want this system to find the nearest government branch for Lord Host?]

"Sure, can you help me find the nearest coffee shop? I want to drink coffee." The youth said excitedly.

[Er... yes Lord Host! Ding! Positioning is complete! Walk straight 2322 meters then left 405 meters.]

And so, a certain alien, like a normal human youth, walked straight ahead.

At the same time, certain strands changed their course from spreading in all directions to going towards the coffee shop. After about ten minutes, a strand made it to its destination before his buddies and climbed up the counter, raising its body and looked at the menu.

"Vanilla latte, cappuccino...." a certain alien faced the dilemma of choice as he walked over all the garbage.

After passing the fence that enclosed the landfill site, he was immediately faced with numerous wooden buildings squished close together. There were even some that were built of shipping containers, every one of them had at least 5 to 6 floors. The space between the buildings was used to allow people to walk through.

Through his black strands, the youth was able to see that in each compartment of those buildings, they only used a curtain or wooden board to separate the area into different rooms. The entire space was practically filled with people and garbage. As for individual dwellings, they had a sign hung on the front door that read "140 credits per night" or "180 credits per night".

[Ding! Lord Host! A tip for first-timers: If the saviour doesn't plan to contact the planet's government in the short term, it is recommended to find a job, join the planet's societal structure, in order to earn enough to cover living expenses. Does Lord Host need this system to find...]

"No need, I want to drink coffee first." A certain alien interrupted the system's words.

At this moment, the dark-haired youth had already walked out of the slums and came to a street filled with high rises. Currently, it was evening, the road was full of traffic and the sidewalk was filled with office workers rushing home. The air here was also more polluted, a large portion of the high rises' top half was completely hidden behind the thick smog.

A certain alien finally reached his destination after being pushed 4 times. Along the road, as long as there was a stall that sold food, there would be a long queue in front of it, such as the fast-food stall just across which only offered two slices of bread and a thin synthetic beef patty. No lettuce or sauce, for a total of 45 credits.

Fortunately, coffee was a luxurious item on this planet, so this coffee house was of a much higher class than the surrounding shops. They also had seats that could accommodate two people. In front of him, there were only four to five people who were lining up to buy coffee, a certain alien followed to become the sixth.

System 2d14: [Lord Host! Do you need to use the point conversion services provided by the system store? 1 point can be exchanged for 50 credits. Lord Host's beginner package has 10 points you can use.]

"No need." A certain alien calmly pulled out a 100 credit bill from his pants pocket.

System 2d14 was shocked, [Lord Host! Where did you get that fake money from?]

A certain alien, "This is real money, every texture and detail is exactly the same as the one in the shop keeper's pocket and I even made sure to change the serial number." The black strands hanging around the shop keeper's pocket started to sway and pose proudly.

System 2d14, [Isn't Lord Host's ability a healing one?]

A certain alien, "That was what you said."

Finally, it was the dark-haired youth's turn. As he walked forward, he looked at the beverage menu before suddenly remembered that he had not yet come out of the difficult problem of choosing what to drink! He really wanted to try them all! However, according to human customs, every time you could only order one cup! What to do? What to do?

In the end, a certain alien decided to be a perfectly normal human being and told the boss, "I'd like a vanilla latte please."

"That'd be 299 credits."

The brunette youth counted out 3 bills and then passed them over. Following that, he found a table to sit at and, copying humans, drank his coffee little by little.

After half an hour, the youth had finally finished his coffee.

System 2d14, [Helping Lord Host to locate the nearest gover-…]

The dark-haired youth, "I want to go to the five-star hotel 4503 meters away." My body has already spread to every corner of this city, I don't need you anymore.

After an hour, a certain system helplessly looked at its host. He was half lying on a huge luxurious bed, eating chips and drinking the hotel offered cappuccino, while watching TV.

System 2d14 was a system that had ideas and wasn't afraid of hard work. As a new system that was just registered, he'd once thought about perfectly completing his first task with his host in order to give the entire Salvation Alliance a scare, then proceed to climb up to the peak.

And so, System 2d14 decided that it definitely had to persuade his host! Let his host understand the importance of trying their best to complete the salvation missions and to get rid of this lazy attitude of waiting for death.

[Lord Host! Do you want this system to give you an overview as to how the Salvation Alliance mission points work?]

A certain alien continued munching on chips, "En."

System 2d14, [A single mission's points = mission allotted time / actual time used x total planet population (billions) x extension of planet life x difficulty of the mission x percentage contributed by the saviour.]

A certain alien, "Oh."

System 2d14, [So pretend that Lord Host manages to wonderfully complete this time's mission: Completing the mission in 10 years, the life of the planet gets extended by 50 years, the amount you contribute is 10%. Then Lord Host will be able to get:20÷10×120×50×0.3×10%＝360 points!]

A certain alien, "The points you just said, are they the same ones you said could be traded for 50 credits?"

System 2d14: [Yes Lord Host!]

"Then what use do I have for it?" The raven-haired youth wore an expression of disdain, "Working for ten years, you'd only be able to earn 18000 credits." From his pocket, he pulled out a thick stack of 500 bills, "It's even less than this."

[Lord Host! Points are the goals of every saviour and system within the Salvation Alliance! Once our points reach past 100, that would mean that Lord Host will have left the label of a rookie and enter into the ranks of C-rank saviours and systems! Only an extremely small number of newcomers are able to achieve this in one mission!

"How much points does it take to be an A-rank saviour?" A certain alien asked.

System 2d14, [Lord host, rookie→C→B→A, every level you go up, the points required increases tenfold; A→S→SS→SSS, every increase is then the previous level's 100 fold. I've never even seen an A-rank senior with hundreds of thousands of points!] zz2d14 shyly said.

"Also, points can be used in the Salvation Alliance town to buy a house! However, even the smallest single apartment costs 50,000 points. Those god-level saviours even have their own small garden!

Hearing to a small garden, a certain alien became interested, "The faster the mission is completed, the higher the points I can earn?"

[That's right! Lord Host!]

And so, the numerous black strands surrounding the city swiftly spread out towards a further destination with a 'shua' sound.