MTL - When an Alien Is Bound to a World-Saving System-Chapter 1 Polluting the world (1)

12036 AD

"Ding! The host is bound to the 'Saving Alliance System'. This system is numbered zz2d14. The host can call me System 2d14."

"Ding! Novice task recommendation: c-level task: save the polluted world, the task time limit is 20 years, the difficulty factor is 0.3, is it acceptable?"

"Ding! The host does not respond, it is considered to be accepted by default, and the host will be transmitted to the mission world."

Then, the alien who was maintaining the human mimicry was aggressive, and suddenly he was drawn into the void.

After several tens of seconds, a special ‘噗’ sound appeared in the high altitude of tens of thousands of meters! Then the "brush" fell off.

"Ding! Teleportation position deviation! The host is great! Don't panic! This system detects that the host has a recovery ability and is selecting the best landing point for the host. After the landing point is selected, the landing countdown is 10, 9, 8 ... 3, 2, 1"

"bump!!!!"

"It's awkward! It's awkward!"

A special shape smashed into the garbage mountain of a giant garbage dump, hit it directly from the tip of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and was drowned by the rolling garbage. A special shape was broken into seven or eight pieces and scattered in the garbage mountain.

"Ding, the host is 50% injured, and the host is repairing itself 5%, 10% ..."

At the same time, the corpses quickly turned into a few sticks of thick black organic matter, flowing out through the gaps of various garbage as if having tentacles. They would form a stack outside, and then gradually deformed to grow limbs. With his head, a few seconds later, an eighteen- or nine-year-old boy with dark hair and black eyes appeared by the garbage mountain.

"100%, sting, the host is restored."

A special-shaped figure was wearing a cotton t-shirt and black trousers that he had just synthesized from organic matter in the trash. He looked at the trash without his knees and said the first sentence in his life:

"Why the dump?"

"Because the junkyard is the only place the system can find within the executable range: there is enough buffer, enough organic matter for the restorative ability to repair itself, and the least likely place for humans to hit the planet ! "System 2d14 said proudly.

"Oh."

"Ding! The mission to save the polluted world is officially started. The death of this world is 20 years later. So, in the next 20 years, we will work together to save the world!" System 2d14 said with a cold electronic voice.

"This world will perish?" Asked the alien in wonder. He looked up at the hazy gray sky and the small town-size junkyard with a pungent smell all around. What a wonderful world!

"Ding! The host is big. Will system 2d14 look up the task profile for you for free to answer the question?"

"Yes."

"According to the mission briefing, planet B has only one continent, and the rest is ocean. The world is extremely polluted, leading to reduced crop yields, and the population seriously exceeds its environmental carrying capacity ..."

"So I should help them reduce the population?"

"Do not!!!"

"So what should I do?" Some alien asked.

"Control the pollution! The host is big! Our ultimate goal is to help the world to completely control air pollution, marine pollution, soil pollution, and garbage pollution within 20 years. The specific methods are: garbage classification ..." The system reads according to this book.

"Oh." Some alien understood.

In an instant, countless black filaments, like hair, spread quickly around the ground, centered on the dark-haired boy.

A few seconds later, a certain alien suddenly remembered something, and with a single thought, all the black filaments changed color like a chameleon, and completely integrated with the surrounding environment.

System 2d14 knows nothing about this and is still talking about the profile:

"According to the novice guide, the host should first contact the government. Does the system need to help the host to locate and locate the nearest administrative agency for free?"

"Okay, help me locate the nearest cafe. I want to drink coffee." The brunette teenager said happily.

"Eh ... it's a big host! Ding! Positioning is complete! Walk straight ahead 2322 meters, turn left 405 meters."

So an alien looks like a normal young man, and walks forward.

At the same time, some of the filaments that had spread out suddenly changed their direction and turned towards the cafe. Ten or more seconds later, a filament led the companion to reach the destination first, and couldn't wait to climb to the counter and lift up to look at the menu.

"Vanilla latte, cappuccino ..." A certain alien was caught in a choice disorder while walking out of the trash.

After passing through the 45-meter-high fence that blocked the mountain-like garbage, next to it was a dense board room. Some are even built with abandoned containers. Each one has at least five or six floors, and the building and the building are squeezed together, with only one person passing through the gap.

Through his black silky body, the juvenile can see that each floor of those buildings has been divided into small cubic meters with curtains or wooden boards, which are almost filled with debris and people. There are signs on the door of individual board rooms, "Accommodation for 140 stars a night" or "Accommodation for 180 stars a night".

"Ding, the host is big! Tips for novices: If the savior does not want to contact the government department of the planet in the short term, it is recommended that the savior find a job within one day, integrate into the society, and earn living costs. Does the host need this System positioning ... "

"No, I'm going to drink coffee first." Some alien interrupted the system.

At this moment, the dark-haired boy has walked out of the large slums and reached the high-rise streets. At this time, the streets are crowded and the narrow sidewalks are full of rushing office workers. The air here is also more polluted, and the first half of most high-rise buildings are hidden in thick haze.

An alien had finally reached his destination after being hit four times. As long as there are food supplies on the side of the road, there are long lines outside. For example, the adjacent fast-food window only provides a hamburger without lettuce and sauce with two slices of bread and one synthetic beef pie. The price is 45 star coins.

Fortunately, coffee is a luxury item on this planet, so this coffee shop is more upscale than the surrounding shops, and there are two tables where guests can sit and drink coffee. There were only four or five people lining up to buy coffee in the front, and a certain alien followed in the sixth.

System 2d14: "The host is big! Do you need the point exchange service provided by the system mall? 1 point can be exchanged for 50 star coins? There are 10 points in the big newcomer gift package?"

"No." A special shape calmly took out a dozen 100-star denomination notes from his pants pocket.

System 2d14 was frightened: "The host is big! Where did you get the counterfeit money?"

A certain shape: "This is real money. The molecular structure of each piece is exactly the same as that of the owner's pocket, and I have not forgotten to change the serial number." The black silk wrapped around the owner's pocket posed proudly.

System 2d14: "Isn't the host significantly restored power?"

Some alien: "That's what you said."

Finally, it was the dark-haired boy's turn. He stepped forward and looked at the drink list, but he still did not get rid of the difficulty of choice: he had never drank it! I want to try it all! But in accordance with human habits, what to do with only one drink at a time!

In the end, a certain alien chose to be a real human and said to the boss: "A cup of vanilla latte."

"299 Starcoins."

The black-haired boy counted three and handed it over, then sat at the table and drank like a human.

Half an hour later, the teenager finally drank coffee.

System 2d14: "Now locate the nearest government for the host ..."

Dark-haired boy: "I'm going to the five-star hotel 4503 meters away." My body has covered the city, and I don't need you.

An hour later, a certain system looked at his host indifferently, half-lying on a large luxurious bed, eating potato chips and drinking the cappuccino provided by the hotel while watching TV.

System 2d14 is a system with ideals and beliefs, a system that is not afraid of hardships and dares to fight hard. As a new system that has just been in office, he used to imagine that he and his host could complete the task perfectly. It was a blockbuster in the Salvation Alliance and went to the top of life together!

So the system 2d14 decided to advise the host! Let the host understand the importance of working hard to complete the task of salvation, get rid of the state of waiting for death!

"The host is big! Do you need this system to play the scoring rules for the Salvation Alliance for you?"

A special shape clicked and chewed the potato chips: "Yeah."

System 2d14: "Single Mission Points = Mission Years ÷ Tasker Execution Time × Total Planet Population (100 million) × Years of Extended Planet Life × Difficulty Factor × Percentage of Tasker Contributions"

Some alien: "Oh."

System 2d14: "So assuming that the host has completed this mission very well: the completion of the salvation mission in 10 years, the planet ’s lifespan is extended by 50 years, and the contribution factor is 10%. Then the host will greatly get: 20 ÷ 10 × 120 × 50 × 0.3 × 10% = 360 points! "

A special form: "Is the point you just mentioned for 1 point for 50 stars?"

System 2d14: "Yes, the host is big!"

"So what do I want it to do!" The dark-haired young boy looked disgusted. "I can get 18,000 stars in 10 years of work." He pulled out a dozen dozen bank notes from his arms, "less than these."

"The host is big! The points are a symbol of the salvation alliance's all questers and system honors! A score of more than 100 means that the host is big and the system, leaving the title of pure newcomer and entering the ranks of c-level savior and c-level system! Only Very few newcomers can achieve this in one mission! "

"How many points do A-level saviors need?"

System 2d14: "The host is big, newcomers → c → B → A each time you enter the first-level point standard increases 10 times; A → S → SS → SSS each time you enter the first-level point standard increases 100 times. I have never seen tens of thousands of points The A-class big guy is! "Zz2d14 said shyly,

"And the points can also buy a house in the town of Salvation Union! But the smallest single apartment has 50,000 points. Those who are great god-level saviors can even have their own small garden!"

Hearing the small garden, a certain alien came to be interested: "The faster you complete, the higher the points?"

"Yes! The host is big!"

So around the city, countless black wires suddenly speeded up, and the ‘brush’ spread farther away.