Cuttlefish That Loves Diving

In this latest work by Lord of the Mysteries author, Cuttlefish That Loves Diving, be prepared for a well-thought out and detailed apocalyptic, cyberpunk world with a setting superseding Lord of the Mysteries!
Our protagonist, Shang Jianyao, is crazy—literally crazy, at least that's what the doctors said. Living in a huge, underground building of Pangu Biology, one of the few remaining factions in this apocalyptic wasteland known as the Ashlands, he acts in unfathomable ways that's head-scratching, comical, and shrewd. So is he really crazy? Probably.
He has a grand dream: to save all of humanity.
Intricately tied to this dream is something everyone in the Ashlands believes in: Deep in a particular ruin buried away by danger and famine, a path leading to a new world awaits. To step into the new world, one only needs to find a special key and open that certain door.
There, the land is bountiful, as if milk and honey flows freely. 
The sunlight is dazzling, as if all coldness and darkness are washed away. 
The people will no longer have to face desolation, monsters, infections, mutations, and all kinds of dangers.
There, children are joyous, adults are happy, everything is fine as they are supposed to be.
Every Antiquarian, Ruin Hunter, and Historian roaming the Ashlands knows: That's the New World.

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Embers Ad Infinitum

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Jiang Baimian followed the predetermined explanation. She started with Moat Town, selectively picking the key points to talk about until their return to Redstone Collection.

She hid two matters—the establishment of the Shang Jianyao Brotherhood Weed City branch and the 'abduction' of the smart bot, Genava. At the same time, she described the Vigilance Church as the dominant force when dealing with DiMarco. The Old Task Force had joined their ranks as mercenaries because of the payment and their slight sense of justice. In any case, it didn't seem dangerous. There was someone to grab the wheel from them if anything went wrong.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with this. Just as Viel had said, fate often ran behind coincidences.

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