Guia de Trabalho no Mundo Pós-Apocalíptico

“Knock, knock…”

A sudden, urgent knocking echoed sharply.

The dilapidated wooden shack shook with the knocking, creaking and groaning harshly. Years of accumulated wood dust and debris stirred like startled moths, swirling downwards in a flutter.

“Cough, cough…”

The drifting dust entered her nostrils, provoking a fit of coughing from Cang Xingyu.

She opened her eyes and waved her hand to clear the irritating particles, but when she looked around, her expression was blank.

…Where am I?

Struggling to rise, she unlatched the door, and was immediately hit by an indescribable stench—an acrid blend of smoke and mold, mixed with the scent of biological decay.

Above, the sky was dim, and three distorted suns hung like sharp blades, radiating a blinding glare.

A haze of dust swirled around the ruined shantytown like a massive gray veil, shrouding everything in gloom and oppression.

Not far away on the street, several ragged figures leaned against the wall with malicious grins, as if eagerly awaiting a spectacle.

At the doorway stood a man—

Clad in a tailored suit that starkly contrasted with the squalor around him.

Pinned to his chest was a badge that gleamed coldly.

[Border Region Mutual Aid Alliance – Overseer]

Before she could speak, the man pushed Cang Xingyu aside.

He stepped inside, glancing around with a furrowed brow. “Qi Xue’s not here? Only this pathetic thing left behind?”

Qi Xue?

Cang Xingyu’s blank mind had no recollection of the name, but the man’s mocking ton