Pollution eroded, the will of the world fell into silence, the world was on the verge of destruction, the gods knelt helplessly by the cracks of the abyss, the pollution stained the white divine robes, and the blood and tears dripped down, blooming with the blood-red Manzhushahua.
I can help you.
The gods searched for the voice and descended to the original world.
[Complete the mission and get enough points, and we will help you clean up the pollution in the world.
The god said: "Okay."
Intention: Those who treat the world well will be treated well by the world.