The mirror surface of the Information Integration Glasses reflected the slowly rotating heavy black clouds, automatically reading various data.
Cloud thickness, vertical updraft speed, radial wind speed, convective available potential energy...
According to the arena's assessment, my murder score is higher than the Mechanical War Thunder five-man team, but less than Ω, though not by much.
"This doesn't make sense, where did we get so much murder?"
Gray Rain scratched his head and whispered to Li Cheng, "Could it be that they're counting my status as an interstellar pirate and galaxy-level wanted criminal?"
"Probably not."
Li Cheng shook his head, previously in the Narrative Cage, Gray Rain was at most an interstellar petty thief and a galaxy-level suspect; earlier murders can't be traced back to her.
Otherwise, for saving the Side of Truth, I should have been judged for a hundred billion murders.
Wait a minute...
