[Unfair, unfair, I strongly demand that every newbie planet gets a Fufu!]
[Damn, tasks, so many tasks!]
Digging Girl ignored the barrage of envious and jealous comments in the live stream and cheerfully began to introduce the development history of the Pan Universe Delegation Platform.
While she was in the middle of her introduction, the sound of arguing suddenly erupted from the main hall. She quickly moved the camera over, and into the frame came an armored alien with tanned skin, clad in black armor, and his face obscured by the ravages of time, arguing with a fish-woman server whose head was sleek and slippery.
"Mr. Ke, we are already making our utmost effort to match you with suitable hunters," the server said with a face full of helplessness, "but your offer..." she trailed off. "If you could lower your demands a bit, I can guarantee that hunters will be knocking on your door within the hour."
