Chapter 879: Arrival at Bona Star
Chapter 879: Arrival at Bona Star
Of course, no one would feel completely at ease after a quick search. They needed to verify the information from multiple sources.
Many of them logged into the various forums and social platforms on Skrul, searching for keywords like "Planetary Miner" or directly posting for help.
"Newbie seeking advice: How is the job of Planetary Miner?"
"I have a cousin who became a Planetary Miner. Is this job dangerous?"
They posted similar threads, thinking that the first impressions of ordinary Skrulians would be the most accurate and direct.
But they didn't know that the Skrul intelligence department was already tracking their IP addresses.
Their help posts on the forums soon received replies from the intelligence department's bots:
"Planetary Miner? That's a great job!"
"OP is awesome! To get such a good job, you must be a Tier 3 expert, right?"
"I don't know much about this job, but it seems tiring. However, the pay is quite high."
"Don't go! Run while you can. It's a good place, but it's incredibly boring, like being exiled to a desert with no entertainment."
"The only thing I remember is the outrageous salary."
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Reading the replies from their "internet friends," the people on the troop transport ship gradually felt reassured, their faces breaking into smiles.
They also exchanged information they found online.
In the end, everyone on the ship reached a consensus: being a Planetary Miner wasn't a problem, and they were in for a good deal. According to the replies, the pay for Planetary Miners was extremely high, roughly 10 to 20 times that of a regular job in the Solar Empire.
Ordinary Skrulians dreamed of this job, but they lacked the necessary strength to qualify. Tier 3 and above Skrulians could handle it, but these lower-tier experts often held minor leadership roles in towns and villages, earning less but enjoying a more colorful life.
In the various towns and villages of the Solar Empire, there were plenty of entertainment facilities, and lower-tier experts didn't lack for company. Life was vibrant and enjoyable.
In contrast, Bona Star was a desolate place. You had to sleep in your mech suits, and there were no entertainment venues or internet access.
This was why there was a shortage of workers for the Planetary Miner position.
...
But these Earth defectors didn't know they were already trapped in a carefully crafted "information cocoon" by the Skrul intelligence department.
The main reason Skrulians didn't become Planetary Miners was the terrifying 15% annual fatality rate. The Earth defectors had no clue about this information.
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After uncovering what they believed to be the "truth" about the Planetary Miner position, the Earth defectors were overjoyed.
"According to these Skrulians, the pay on Bona Star is very high, but the conditions are harsh and there's no entertainment. So, it's a good deal for us," a dark-skinned woman in the cabin laughed aloud.
"No entertainment is indeed a downside, but we're new here, so we shouldn't be picky."
"I don't think we need to demand entertainment. Imagine if the Skrulians assigned us to a remote town to work, earning only a fraction of the pay. Sure, there would be entertainment venues, but could we really blend in with the Skrulians?"
"That's true! Imagine sitting in a small town bar, trying to pick up green-skinned guys... I can only describe that scene with one word—wow!"
"We don't need entertainment for now, but I want to know how long we'll be staying on Bona Star?"
"Boss Brandon, no matter how high the pay is, it's only money if you can spend it. The Skrulls won’t let us grow old and die on Bona, will they?"
The last speaker was a pale-skinned, lean young man, around fifteen or sixteen years old.
His question immediately drew the attention of everyone present.
Most people only now realized this issue.
That’s right!
The Skrulls wouldn’t let them mine on Bona until they died of old age, would they? If they couldn’t spend their high salaries, they’d just be meaningless paper.
Brandon had anticipated this question and was well-prepared.
He calmly addressed everyone, "Please rest assured about this. Emperor Solis already briefed me this morning. All of you present only need to work for three years before you can freely change jobs. At that time, you can choose to return to Skrull or continue working in the Bona mines. You are all now third-rank cultivators with an average lifespan of over 120 years. Three years isn’t a long time, is it? I can assure you, on my honor, everything I’ve said is true!"
"Three years..." The crowd fell silent.
Three years didn’t seem too long, but it wasn’t exactly short either.
Sticking it out for three years in a godforsaken place like Bona would be a real challenge.
Seeing that everyone was mostly accepting, Brandon seized the moment, "Don’t worry, I can’t do this without you! Honestly, I’m tired of those green-skinned lizards. I much prefer being around my own kind! After three years, I will lead all of you to establish Blue Star enclaves on Skrull. We’ll live together and enjoy a new life! To celebrate, I’ve decided to host a dance tonight. Ladies present, who would like to join my dance tonight?"
"I will!"
"I will!"
"I, I, I will!"
The females in the crowd immediately erupted.
Being able to connect with a big shot like Brandon, even if it was just a one-night stand, was an opportunity they couldn’t miss.
Brandon also knew to consider the feelings of the males present.
He continued, "Gentlemen present, I sincerely invite you all to the dance. This will be the first dance you’ll attend on Skrull, symbolizing our new beginning! From now on, you won’t have to worry about dying in a space war! And during the dance, you can freely pair up with the opposite sex. Let’s do some wild things together!"
The males in the ship’s hold were clearly swayed by Brandon’s words.
The oppressive atmosphere that had hung over the hold dissipated instantly.
Everyone stood up and began to dance to the music Brandon played, moving their bodies freely.
The hold quickly transformed into a sea of joy, and no one raised any more questions.
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The dance continued until midnight before gradually dispersing.
Fortunately, there weren’t many alcoholic beverages at the dance, so no one ended up too drunk to work the next day.
The troop transport continued on its predetermined course.
The next morning at 9 AM, standing by a porthole window, one could clearly see a giant red planet below.
This was their destination—Bona.
They had finally arrived.
(End of Chapter)
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