Chapter 1257 (1/2)

Chapter 1257: 404. Profiting by betraying friends

Somewhere in the Lisom Star System.

Dikaga Federation Space Navy Academy, Logistics Engineering Space Station.

This is a large space station floating above a resource planet, providing all civilian services including logistical supplies and ship maintenance and repair.

Years ago, in response to cosmic creatures roaming throughout the universe and various mysterious events, Mankind’s cosmic nations, including the Dikaga Federation, jointly established a neutral military institution called the United Cooperation Bureau.

The United Cooperation Bureau, abbreviated as the United Bureau, primarily consists of military personnel from various human cosmic nations.

The United Bureau has three regular departments, one of which is specifically responsible for interfacing with the space navies of various nations and stateless mercenaries.

Any player who has registered a legal mercenary identity with the Command Execution Department can rest within the United Bureau member states’ space stations.

Players usually set their respawn point after death to a space station close to the mission location to facilitate “corpse running”—that is, to return to the mission location as quickly as possible.

The player team led by Cucumber Slice did the same.

They considered this space station their safe zone, both for convenient reputation farming from Split Bear Star Thieves and better handling of hostile cosmic creatures lurking in this star system.

Bitter Gourd Juice had previously slipped and fallen, accidentally igniting explosives that not only affected his teammates but also killed him instantly.

In one of the resting rooms of the space station, Bitter Gourd Juice appeared out of nowhere on the bed, wearing a white jumpsuit provided by the system.

He opened his eyes and sat up abruptly from the bed, his eyes flickering with complex emotions of excitement and self-reproach.

“Sorry, brothers…”

Bitter Gourd Juice raised his hand to cover his face, remained silent for a few seconds, then vigorously rubbed his cheeks.

He looked at the clothes he was wearing.

Upon a player’s death, all items on them would drop, leaving his battered Power Armor and all his equipment in the Underground Treasure Chamber.

In addition, 50% of his current level’s experience bar would be deducted by the system as a cost for respawning.

Fortunately, although there were losses in equipment and experience, the basic services provided by the game system remained unchanged.

Functions like the Friends feature and the Forum were operating normally.

Bitter Gourd Juice took a deep breath and silently commanded “Open Game Interface.”

A system interface that only he could see popped up before his eyes.

Bitter Gourd Juice skillfully opened the “Friends” list, forcing himself not to look at his squad members’ avatars.

He scrolled through the friends list, found a hidden friend’s avatar, clicked on it, and sent out a line of information.

“Big Shot Dragon, I have super important information to sell, it’s a chained mission line that triggers a major expansion.”