It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
Every month on the statistical day, someone chooses to commit suicide because they don't want to lose the superior life in the core area.
"A limited-time orange-level task has been launched. The task reward is 1,000 resident contribution points. Those who are interested, please go to the task hall to register."
An urgent notification arrived.
The people who were engrossed in their meal paused for a second, then immediately jumped up from their seats and ran wildly out of the restaurant.
"Honey, go back to your dorm by yourself. Mom is going to pick up the mission."
The mother, who had just been standing, also got up nervously, gave a few brief instructions, and rushed out.
An orange-level mission? It also provides 1000 resident contribution points, and Lu Sheng and his group immediately got excited.
The deep space base seems to hold many secrets. Only by first obtaining resident contribution points to enter the core area can we get closer to the truth more quickly.
The group followed the flow of people to the mission hall, only to find it already packed with people who had come to accept missions.
That single mother just now managed to squeeze to the front of the line despite her frail physique.
Upon seeing Lu Sheng and the others, she immediately waved and called out, "Come on! Come here!"
There were so many people in line that Lu Sheng and her companions didn't refuse and made their way through the crowd to the single mother.
The single mother, sweating profusely from the crowd, smiled shyly and said, "Thank you for the crispy sausages. I'll consider this a way of returning the favor."
The registration staff at the window hadn't arrived yet, so the group chatted idly for a bit while waiting in line.
Through conversations with the women, Lu Sheng and the others learned why these people were running away in such a hurry.
It turns out that the competition within the Deep Space Base has become deeply ingrained. All missions issued by the base have a limit on the number of participants, and those who want to rack up contribution points have to compete for them.
This mission is worth 1000 contribution points, and it's nearing the end of the month. If I can complete this mission, plus the points I've accumulated throughout the month, I'll practically have one foot in the door of the core area.
Therefore, everyone in the outer areas is scrambling to get a spot, while those in the core areas are forced to grind for contribution points to avoid being eliminated at the bottom and maintain their positions.
Squeezed and breathless, Han Rui couldn't help but ask, "But all of you are at least at the sixth level. You could survive outside, so why are you suffering like this in the deep space base?"
A sixth-tier talent is at least considered intermediate or higher, making it easy to support oneself outside.
The single mother gave a wry smile, "It's all for the vaccine. It's too unstable outside; you might get bitten at any time. Although life at the deep space base is tough, at least there's hope. As long as we can get vaccinated someday, we won't have to worry for the rest of our lives."
It's another vaccine, as expected.
Vaccines are like a mirage in the desert, holding these people captive.
Soon after, the registrar arrived and announced that the number of participants for this orange mission was limited to 100, and that 40 of the spots had already been reserved.
Lu Sheng and her group were positioned right at the end of the 60-person limit, and the next group of people behind them were expelled from the hall by the staff.
"This is a team mission, and the base will send a specialist to lead you throughout the entire process. You must follow orders during the mission. Any objections?"
The registrar didn't even look up, and said coldly.
"You have one night to prepare. Meet in the mission hall at 10 a.m. tomorrow. If you have no objections, sign here."
After saying that, the registrar threw out a stack of papers.
Each person receives a waiver of liability, stipulating that the base will not be held responsible for any injuries or deaths that occur during the mission, and the base will not assume any related responsibility.
Life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by fate.
"This time, fortune truly comes at a risk." Zhang Xiaojuan held the death certificate in her hand and signed it with a displeased expression.
After everyone signed and submitted their documents, they received their unique identity cards for this mission.
After a night's rest, Lu Sheng and her group arrived at the mission hall early the next morning.
The lobby was full of unfamiliar faces, but it was still easy to distinguish the people in the core area from those in the outer area.
The people in the core area all looked down on each other, their gazes filled with disdain.
The two groups of people stood on opposite sides of the hall, like the Chu River dividing the room.
After everyone had arrived, it took another thirty minutes before the specialist in charge of the mission finally arrived.
Lu Sheng and the others recognized the person who came; it was none other than the scumbag boyfriend who sent Fang Rongrong to be made into a lucky charm!
"This guy is still alive?" Sun Tiantian muttered maliciously.
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