Poverty makes me capable of anything.

“Originally, I didn’t plan to trouble you, but Wilmer and the others were exposed, so there’s nothing we can do about it. Don’t worry, once the research on the Ancient Gods yields results, you’ll definitely get a share. You don’t need to feel too much pressure. The main force for intelligence gathering is still those outsiders. Your main job is to do a good job of commanding and coordinating the work of the outsiders. If it’s not necessary, it’s fine for you to stay here at the base.”

Relieved, Ibn nodded: "Don't worry, I will handle it well."

"Go for it! I believe in you!"

Ibn left.

The figure from behind had a rather tragic air about it.

"Once we've established a foothold, we can bring the rabbit-eared people over. It won't be long."

An Ran murmured as she left the temporary base.

Her destination was the planet where Wilmer and the others were hiding.

She had already visited there a while ago and brought some things for Wilmer and the others. This time, she was going to bring them back.

But after safely landing on the ground...

Her expression immediately turned very strange.

This time, Wilmer and his friends didn't gather to play cards, but they dug out a huge "swimming pool" in the sand.

"This is so pleasant!"

Austin, lying under the parasol, took a sip of iced cola.

The chill rising from beneath his feet made him feel as if he were living in paradise.

It's so great not having to do any work.

But he also knew that this was only temporary. No matter how tolerant An Ran was, she couldn't possibly spend money to support a bunch of good-for-nothings who only ate and did no work.

Because she understood how precious this time was, Austin enjoyed it all the more.

Being able to gain an advantage over Anbapi is a special achievement that many grandmasters cannot unlock.

Jill's life became even more comfortable.

Wearing a pair of specially made sunglasses, she was happily swimming around in the sand.

No water is fine; sand is almost the same to her.

Are you happy?

A voice suddenly rang out.

Jill, assuming a backstroke position, replied matter-of-factly, "Of course! I've never been this happy when I was living with my master. Sigh, it's much better to be with Anran. When I was with the captain, I didn't even have a place to stay. I was always running around and often went hungry. It was so miserable."

Seemingly realizing that it wasn't quite right to say that, Jill quickly added, "Actually, it's not as bad as it sounds. The captain is very good to me. He knows I eat a lot, so he didn't kick me out."

"It's a really good memory."

"Indeed, thinking about it still brings back a bit of..."

Well.

Jill's rotating arm suddenly stopped.

At this point, she finally realized something was wrong.

She's the only woman on this planet, which feels like a sauna. So who was that voice just now?

Jill jumped straight out of the sand, and when she saw that the person standing in front of her was indeed An Ran, she almost burst into tears.

Finished!

No, no, no, things aren't as bad as you think.

Although her words were offensive, she was actually praising An Ran just now.

Yes, that must be it.

"Actually, I'm not angry, but Wilmer might not be."

Jill turned her head stiffly, not realizing that Wilmer had appeared beside her at some point.

“I suggest modifications!” Wilmer said.

Wearing a revealing swimsuit, Jill crouched in the sandpit, shivering.

Her skin had been tanned to a wheat color.

The tan lines left by her swimsuit were particularly noticeable, giving her an unusual charm.

However, An Ran remained unmoved.

At this time, she also received a mission in a very strange way.

[New Star Transformation Project]

"..."

Who would have thought that this seemingly unreliable foodie actually had a hidden mission?

An Ran's lips curled into a cold smile.

Jill realized something was wrong, but it was too late for her to escape.

"Would you like to eat?"

Jill nodded repeatedly.

Although you won't starve to death if you don't eat for a long time, why not eat when there is food available?

The point of eating is not just to fill your stomach, but to savor the deliciousness – that is the ultimate enjoyment.

This also reflects the different philosophies that Jill and An Qianqian have regarding food.

"You want to lie down and do nothing and still get food?" An Ran asked again.

"Well……"

Although that's what Jill thought, she couldn't say it aloud.

So she shook her head.

"The more you work, the more you earn."

An Ran continued, "If you make a mistake, you need to be punished, right?"

It’s over.

Jill could only nod, saying bitterly, "That's right."

"Then everything will be much easier!"

Anran directly created a separate area for Jill inside the mothership, making it impossible for Jill to break through the mothership and escape given her strength.

“Complete the training on the schedule every day as required. If you complete the training, I will prepare a grand feast of the Imperial Governor’s Mansion’s standards. If you fail to complete the training… hehehe.” An Ran cracked the leather whip in her hand, making a crisp snapping sound. “Not only will you not get any food, but you will also have to endure the torture of the whip! You will not be allowed to come out until three months later. If you perform well, I will prepare a grand feast of the Imperial State Banquet standards for you. Do you understand?”

Startled, Jill immediately wailed, "I don't want the feast anymore, can I skip the training?"

"This is for your own good. If you want to be able to eat while lying down, you either need to work hard to improve your skills, or you'll have to work in that line of work. Although you can work while lying down, it's still very hard work."

"I……"

Boom!

The door was then closed.

Jill has great talent; otherwise, she wouldn't still be at level 131 despite wasting her life like this.

Keep in mind that she was only level 129 when we first met.

boom!

Jill slammed her head against the door, staring at the task that would take at least ten hours to complete; she had completely lost her dreams.

……

"Now it's our turn!"

Warhammer, having quietly infiltrated the Hogs Galaxy aboard his spaceship, began his operation with his guild members.

His goal is to accumulate 500 reputation points!

Chapter 01 Fanatics? Watch me deal with you!

The development of Protoss is an enhanced version of a bloody and tearful history of conquest.

The High Pope.

Soul seekers.

He is a mysterious person who manipulates the power of mind and will.

He was always shrouded in a long black robe, and even important figures in the church rarely knew what the High Pope actually looked like.

Moreover, he always appears in the world as a soul clone, and not only does he look different each time he appears, but his personality is also unpredictable.

This mysterious guy truly lives up to his reputation as a madman.

He founded the Cult of Protoss and, with the help of his loyal supporters, transformed this once obscure religion into one of the most famous powers in the Dustlands.

Most people fear the Protoss even more than they fear the Night Demons, who gave birth to the Starfield Overlords.

"Why do you say that?" Warhammer asked, puzzled.

The man in the wide-brimmed hat lowered the brim and chuckled, "That goes without saying. The Night Demons are few in number, and they rarely venture out. How could someone of the Night Lord's status possibly bother with ordinary nobodys? But the Protos Church is different. To develop their religion, they inevitably spread their doctrines everywhere, which naturally leads to conflict. Moreover, the Protos Church's doctrines are quite extreme; anyone who doesn't agree is considered an enemy. What do you guys think, buddy?"

The man speaking was behind a horizontal wooden board, a warm smile on his face—an expression that should have been pleasant.

But for some reason, Warhammer suddenly felt something was wrong.

He turned to look at Lyranos, who had come with him to investigate the information.

Lyranos looked bewildered, unable to comprehend Warhammer's silent question.

Let's try again.

Warhammer said, "I'm not a local, but from what I've observed over the past two days, the Church of Protos doesn't seem to have done anything out of line. But since there are so many rumors circulating outside, it means that the Church of Protoss definitely still has some problems."

The man shook his head: "No, that's not a rumor, it's the truth."