70 Sharpshooter: I use space to support the whole village
When he woke up, he changed from an ace sniper to a little orphan in the countryside in 1962, with two younger siblings with yellow faces and skinny muscles.
Watching the bullies in the village bully others every day, I silently took out the newly ripe grains in the space.
System prompts: New mission released - seek justice for the original owner.
I laughed, just in time to test whether my sharpshooting skills had deteriorated.
Three months later, the bully knelt in front of me and begged for mercy, but the whole village praised me as a leader in getting rich.
