'This is the first time a quest does not give the upfront rewards. I guess it has to do with the update of the system.'
The quest also was made when he laid eyes upon the paper. 'More quests, huh?'
Ellianor smiled, the old system may or not have made it into a quest given how they came across Jello and it generated a quest immediately.
Between cynism that it would be generated anyway, and that the new system gave it, Ellianor chose the latter. It was more hopeful.
He sighed and looked at the skies. Or rather, the scrap that made the ceiling of the underground.
It was ugly, and an eyesore. The ephemeral sight of cleansing skies back on that planet was way more beautiful than this.
Maybe he has grown spoiled to how Earth's skies looked rather than where Scrapyard was meant to be: a galactic junkyard inhabited by drifters and stragglers.
