"Uncle, are you really in the Interstellar Corps?" Xue Dili asked doubtfully, looking at this uncle with a bit of a 'comedian' vibe.
He had just been chatting with the uncle for a long time, feeling like he was chatting with a character from Marvel.
After dealing with the old undead's madness and the great sage's wisdom, he felt he could befriend any Old Deng without a change in expression.
But he really couldn't get along with this comedian-like uncle.
"Of course, this is my one-star honor medal, representing that I have already handled the apocalypse of a civilization. Oh, by the way, not too long ago, I just sealed a newborn evil god, which counts as saving the world once again. As long as I report back to the base, it becomes two stars."
The uncle, his face covered in stubble, excitedly pointed to the seven-pointed star pattern on his chest,
