Goldfish Base was brimming with talent.
One outstripped the other in zeal.
By day, they killed zombies; by night, they killed zombies; they mined Crystal Cores, mined Crystal Cores.
Each one more industrious than the last.
Except for the Base Boss, who was a salted fish, the rest were Kings of Competition.
They outcompeted like crazy.
The speed at which they accumulated Crystal Cores was terrifyingly impressive; Su Yinhe was scared just looking at it.
Now they were madly gathering Crystal Cores to exchange for supplies, and once they got the supplies, they'd carry them into the caves.
They worked like a swarm of ants, busy and organized.
The Boss watched with great satisfaction.
The cave was piled high with supplies; his life of reclining blissfully was delightful.
He could continue to lounge around in the future.
"Why are the people in your base so hardworking, and you can't even bother to roll over?" Lin Murong couldn't stand his approach at all.
