Player: "We are the cruel and tyrannical fourth natural disaster. Conquering all realms is like locusts crossing the border. No grass can grow. Even the eggs have to turn yellow and the earthworms have to be chopped upright!"
Looking at the ferocious players who are ready to fight and have high spirits.
Colin smiled slightly and casually issued a tree-cutting task.
Player: "Huh? I've become a god, why do I still have to move bricks!"
Colin: "The fourth natural disaster? Conquest of all realms? Just go and chop down trees for me!"
