178: Submit Task

At the entrance of the Goblin Secret Realm, the reinforcements dispatched by Vast Sea City had already withdrawn, leaving only the Wave-Chasing Battle Group to maintain the final order.

Since the Goblin Secret Realm had disappeared, there was no need to station a large number of troops there.

At this time, the mission hall was bustling with people.

A large number of adventurers gathered here to submit quests and collect rewards.

Previously, the Federation had issued many quests related to the Goblin Secret Realm, which were now being settled uniformly.

Long queues formed in front of each counter.

"Hello, these are the documents we collected."

A big man with a full beard handed a stack of documents into the counter.

These were obtained from a farm where the original owner was a mecha enthusiast, skilled in modifications.

"Please wait a moment..."

The staff member took the documents and handed them to a technician in a white lab coat behind her.

They were only responsible for mission settlement; the content of these technological documents was to be reviewed by professional personnel sent by the Federation.

The technician took the documents and carefully looked through them.

"This is a modification blueprint for an agricultural mecha, rated as D-class in research value."

After receiving the rating, the staff member turned to the bearded man:

"Based on the value of the documents, you can receive a reward of 5000 units of Spirit Crystals..."

The big man nodded, took the reward, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"I should have known not to come all this way."

He sighed and led his teammates out.

Their small team consisted of over a dozen people, and after working for half a day, they only received 5000 units of Spirit Crystals.

On average, each person only got a few hundred.

This was really not worth it!

As a team composed of Fourth-Order Evolvers, simply entering a Secret Realm and exploring for a few days would yield far more than this.

"Forget it, it's already pretty good to have some harvest in such a short time."

The vice-captain saw his low spirits, patted his shoulder, and comforted him.

In fact, most people who entered the Goblin Secret Realm eventually returned empty-handed.

Many even left directly without coming to the mission hall.

Those who came here to collect rewards were already considered lucky.

Although most only received D-class or E-class ratings.

"I heard that the manufacturing center was completely raided, and all the main battle mecha blueprints are in their hands; twenty million is a sure thing..."

"More than that, just those production lines are worth far more than twenty million!"

"What's the manufacturing center called? Compared to the entire Secret Realm, it's just a drop in the bucket. I wonder which lucky person..."

The team members discussed animatedly as they gradually walked away.

Lin Xingyu and the others were also in the queue, preparing to submit their documents.

Prior to this, he had already had the goblins copy these documents and store them in the new research center.

"Brother Yu, they're talking about us."

Wang Ledian pointed at those people, winking and grimacing.

While waiting in line, he had already heard many discussions about them.

He quite enjoyed the envious remarks.

"Haha, I heard it too."

Wang Chiyao's eyes curved, smiling very happily... As time passed, it was finally their turn.

"Hello, these are the documents we obtained."

Lin Xingyu said, continuously taking out documents.

The documents piled higher and higher, quickly filling the entire counter.

Seeing this, the staff member's face immediately darkened.

This scene had happened yesterday... At that time, a man in golden armor did the same thing.

He pulled out a large pile of "documents," filling the counter.

At that moment, the entire mission hall was silent.

Everyone thought that the person who had emptied the manufacturing center had appeared.

The staff members all put down their work and rushed over to organize the documents.

However, as they sorted through them, they gradually discovered that these were just ordinary books.

They were not mecha blueprints at all... In that brief moment of distraction, the blueprints Lin Xingyu had taken out were already piled as high as a person.

Seeing that he was still going to take out more, the staff member quickly stopped him:

"Sir, please wait!"

She stood on her tiptoes, pulled out a document from the mountain of papers, and handed it to the technician behind her.

Seeing this scene, the entire hall instantly erupted.

"This must be fake, right?"

A Bald Strong Man widened his eyes, muttering to himself, unable to believe what he saw.

How many blueprints must this be?

Could they be the mysterious people who emptied the manufacturing center?

"Heh, it's like this again! Brother, you don't know, yesterday..."

A thin mercenary behind him scoffed, his face full of disdain.

"Did they raid another bookstore again!"

"Exactly! Young people nowadays are getting more and more ostentatious, they just love to create such hype!"

"Hmph, grandstanding..."

The discussions grew louder and louder, mostly negative comments.

Their trip to the Goblin Secret Realm had yielded very little.

At this moment, seeing someone produce so many documents, they couldn't help but feel jealous.

Driven by jealousy, they couldn't help but sneer and mock... "What the hell is going on?"

Wang Ledian's face immediately fell.

He had originally wanted to show off and gain some emotional value.

However, all he received was mockery and disdain.

There was not a single word of shock or envy.

This was completely different from what he had imagined.

"Ah, I'm so mad!"

Wang Chiyao, covered in her mecha, hoisted her gatling gun, its dark muzzle pointing at those people.

These people were too much, speaking so poorly of them!

"Don't be impulsive, let Old Dian handle it!"

Lin Xingyu reached out and stopped her.

This was Federation territory; acting rashly was not wise.

Wang Ledian's "Curse of Misfortune" was silent and invisible, perfect for this situation.

He wanted these people to know that talking trash had a price.

Lin Xingyu's action of stopping Wang Chiyao made the other party even more emboldened.

"Haha, look, they're getting anxious, we must have hit a nerve!"

"Exactly, so young..."

However, their words were cut short by an excited shout:

"It's the Assault Mecha blueprint!!!"

The technician suddenly stood up and rushed to the counter.

He tremblingly looked through the documents, shouting incoherently:

"This... this is the engine data for the Striker Mecha..."

"This is..."

In an instant, all the mocking ceased.

It was replaced by a complete turnaround:

"I knew they had extraordinary temperaments, how could they be grandstanding?"

"Exactly, if you don't have the ability yourself, you have the nerve to laugh at others!"

"Such people deserve to be unsuccessful their whole lives!"

...Those who had been loudly mocking earlier were now red-faced, unable to stay any longer.

They all lowered their heads, turned around, and seized the opportunity to slip away.

The situation was unfavorable; they just wanted to quickly hide and return to submit their quests after the storm passed.

"Heh, trying to slip away already?"

Wang Ledian sneered, how could he let them go?

He immediately unleashed the "Curse of Misfortune."

Invisible waves of Qi spread out from him, precisely enveloping every fleeing figure.

Outside, there was an immediate chorus of falling, crashing, and screaming sounds... From this moment on, misfortune would accompany them until the last trace of the curse's power was exhausted...

At the same time, all the staff members sprang into action.

They gathered together, excitedly organizing the documents Lin Xingyu had produced.

"My goodness! These are the blueprints for the Earth Arbiter! They actually have blueprints for such special mechas!"

"Holy cow! This is the design for the sky guardian's dedicated energy cannon!!!"

Every technician was caught in an uncontrollable frenzy.

Exclamations and praises rose and fell, unable to subside for a long time.