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Cómo completar el desafío nómada en bitlife

Autor : Hannah Actualizar : Feb 25,2025

¿El desafío bitlife de esta semana? ¡Conviértete en un nómada global! Esta guía detalla cómo completar el desafío Nomad, ya sea que esté utilizando el Pasaporte Dorado o no.

Guía de desafío Nomad Bitlife

Objetivos de desafío:

  • Nacer en los Estados Unidos.
  • Emigrar a Alemania.
  • Emigrar a España.
  • Emigrar a Francia.
  • Emigrar a Brasil.

Comenzando en los EE. UU .:

Para una vida personalizada, simplemente seleccione "Estados Unidos" como su país de nacimiento. El género y la ubicación son su elección. Alternativamente, use un personaje nacido en EE. UU. Con un registro limpio.

Emigrando a Europa y América del Sur:

Picking an Emigration location in BitLife

Imagen por el escapista

Cada emigración sigue el mismo proceso:

  1. Navegue a actividades> emigrar.
  2. Los países disponibles cambian cada vez que accede a este menú, por lo que seleccionar repetidamente "emigrar" es más eficiente que envejecer.
  3. Seleccione su país objetivo (Alemania, España, Francia o Brasil, el orden no importa).
  4. Elija "Solicitud de aprobación".

Nota importante: Tener fondos suficientes es crucial para la emigración. Trabaje un buen trabajo durante varios años de antemano para generar ahorros.

Aprobación de emigración:

El pasaporte dorado (un complemento paga bitlife ) garantiza la aprobación. Sin ella, evite los problemas legales; El arresto dificulta significativamente la aprobación. Use la máquina del tiempo para deshacer los arrestos o reiniciar el desafío.

Terminación:

Una vez que haya emigrado con éxito a los cuatro países requeridos, ¡el desafío está completo! Reclama tu recompensa.

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