Jeming recalled his mission before losing consciousness and immediately took out the Magic Network Terminal from his personal spatial equipment.
He extracted the detailed coordinates and energy readings previously recorded regarding the suspected enemy headquarters and surrounding troop movements, submitting them as intelligence.
Soon, the terminal responded: [Intelligence received, preliminarily verified as high-value. Reward: Low Level Military Merits, 700,000 points.]
A significant income, but for Jeming now, it was only icing on the cake.
He was more concerned about the utility of the intelligence.
Viola glanced at the terminal screen and shrugged: "Sadly you were in a coma these days, causing a delay in submission."
