Apocalypse Gachapon

“There is another type of mobilization mission, the special mobilization order. For example, the right to open the hunting planet that you obtained for the clan this time is one type of special mobilization order. However, because such events are rare, apart from the fixed few, special mobilization orders rarely appear.”

Wu Qian saw Ye Zhongming casually buy a box of exquisite food worth three hundred Moonspan Gold at a shop, and his eyelids twitched.

Three hundred Moonspan Gold! That could buy a decent piece of equipment.

“The second type is public missions.”

Wu Qian forced himself to forget about others’ extravagance and continued speaking.

“So-called public missions are tasks that every race, even every individual, can issue. These tasks vary in size. For example, tasks seeking companions for hunting together, manufacturing tasks like researching medicine or equipment refinement together, investment tasks like setting up factories or reclaiming farmland, teaching tasks, trial tasks, search tasks, etc.”

Wu Qian provided several examples to help Ye Zhongming understand that public missions encompass everything. As long as you have money, you can hire people to do anything for you.

“Of course, there are also some more bloody tasks, like buying a life’s limbs, or even their life, family, etc. But the probability of these appearing in public missions isn’t too high. There are only a few over the course of a year. After all, once a public mission is issued, others can take precautions, and there’s a high chance one’s own identity could be exposed.”

The seven survivor fortresses could each be seen as a selected planet. The Cosmic Races were like homeless dogs before the Slave Race, but concentrated on the seven fortresses; In any aspect, they were not something Earth could compare to.

Area, population, land, resources, etc.

With so many people and such a large place, all interconnected, it wasn’t surprising that a vast number of tasks were generated.

“The last type is commission and bounty missions.”

When Wu Qian mentioned this, his expression became more animated, because the Star-Eye Clan basically accepted these types.

“Commission missions are a method where the client directly seeks help from a specific contractor. They state the requirements directly, then determine the price. The contractor accepts and completes the task within the stipulated time, and payment is given based on the degree of completion.”

“Similar to hiring?” Ye Zhongming asked.

Wu Qian nodded: “Yes, it’s similar to hiring. The difference is that hiring is open, while this kind of commission is covert.”

“Another category, bounty missions, does not have a specific contractor, but there are several targets who can roughly complete the task. In this situation, they issue bounty missions, letting these targets compete. Whoever completes it first gets the reward.”

“The rewards for this type of task are higher than other methods, and of course, more dangerous. Several forces compete, and the failures get nothing.”

“Bounty missions are semi-public; you need to pay to query them.”

Ye Zhongming listened and thought for a moment, then raised his arm and said, “Terminals are very advanced now. Why does every city still need to establish a place to accept missions?”

The place they were going to now was a building similar to a mission guild.

“I think there are two reasons.” Wu Qian answered after thinking: “First is security. These specialized places for publishing and accepting missions have high system security, making them less prone to errors, tampering, or exploitation. After all, even for public missions, some people don’t want to be traced back to them.”

“The other reason, I think, is more about culture. Many races have their own mission systems. They were accustomed to this method from the beginning. Even after becoming members of the Cosmic Races, technology changed many things, but they still maintained many habits. This should probably count as one.”

As they spoke, the two arrived at this building that looked rather unremarkable from the outside, but upon entering, it was filled with a mix of retro and tech feels.

Two completely different styles were perfectly fused together here.

The building had four floors. The top floor was the office and host area; non-staff members couldn’t access it. The lower three floors were all mission areas. The difference was, the lower you went, the lower the rewards for the tasks, and the higher you went, the greater the privacy for those accepting the tasks.

The two first walked around the first floor. There were many people here. Except for the side with the entrance, the other three sides had huge light screens constantly refreshing with tasks. People stood below looking, and if they saw one they liked, they could go to the dozens of machines around to operate and select.

If you looked carefully, you would find that the tasks here were all from Darkstrip City and this survivor fortress; there were none from the other six fortresses.

The task content was naturally diverse, mostly not too difficult. Young people from many races would come here to choose tasks, both to train their strength and earn income.

After looking around, the two went to the second floor. The tasks here were fewer, but of much higher quality. Most were in other cities, and Ye Zhongming even saw a few tasks from other survivor fortresses.

The rewards here were naturally much higher than on the first floor. For example, a trial accompaniment task, located a few hundred kilometers east of a city called Jieshi Fortress, actually offered a reward of one thousand Moonspan Gold.

It clearly stated the recruiter’s requirements, such as Furelai level, combat experience, and suggested races, etc.

Before Ye Zhongming could look away, the font of this task suddenly turned red. Wu Qian told him this meant someone had taken the task. If completed, the task would disappear from the list. If failed, and the publisher hadn’t withdrawn it, the red would be removed and it would light up again.

Then, they went up to the third floor. No one stopped them.

The third floor was completely different from the lower two floors.

Here, it was divided into small rooms, each with a number. A service staff member came over with a smile and asked if they wanted to choose one to view tasks. Originally, Wu Qian intended to leave; they were just looking around, and spending the fee for a task room was completely unnecessary.

But Ye Zhongming directly paid ten Moonspan Gold, chose a room, and walked in first. Wu Qian had no choice but to follow.

The room wasn’t large, but it was very well appointed, comfortable, and cozy. An operable light screen device was placed on the table and could be moved.

Ye Zhongming turned it on, and many tasks appeared on it. The rewards made even the Cloud Peak King feel tempted.

Most tasks here required leaving this survivor fortress, either going elsewhere or directly going to dangerous places like resource planets.

“Can bounty missions also be operated here?” Ye Zhongming asked Wu Qian.

The latter nodded, operated on the light screen, and the screen changed, showing an identifier. Wu Qian used his terminal to swipe and pay the fee. Soon, several dozen tasks appeared. Ye Zhongming scanned them and then froze, because he found a task that was actually a bounty on him.

Killing him, the Novice first place, would yield a reward of ten thousand Moonspan Gold!

If one could record the battle process and the video of the kill, the reward was doubled!

Moreover, this task was currently in a red state!

Someone had already accepted it!

Wu Qian also saw it and quickly checked the target range for this bounty mission. There were over ten races listed, all major races!

That meant people from major races would look for opportunities to try to kill Ye Zhongming!

“The time limit is one cosmic year?” Seeing this time limit, Ye Zhongming laughed coldly.