"...No, what kind of baffling mission is this! Can we go back to the era of fish farming? I swear I'll feed your carps well, make them big and fat, is that ok?"
Despite his objections, Li Fan still came over to help that evening. After all, it was a railgun, and it's not that he didn't trust the system—it was just that Li Fan wanted to get a glimpse of the big picture.
This time, when he opened his eyes, Li Fan found himself standing on the surface of a spaceship again. However, it wasn't the same ship as last time, the previous one was full-fledged sci-fi, shiny and silvery. This one looked a bit more outdated, with an outer shell made of an alloy similar to Legion armor, blocky like a shipping container, the kind of difference between atomic punk and cyberpunk.
But really, couldn't they arrange a seat for him? Why was he always sprawled on the outside of a spaceship? Do temp workers have no rights?
