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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This itch came so suddenly and intensely. Jiang Baimian had just understood Shang Jianyao's meaning when her hands uncontrollably scratched her arms and forearm.

This was definitely abnormal for her. It had to be known that when she was first transferred to the Security Department—where she participated in covert field operations—she could resist mosquito bites until the target entered firing range.

Since the mosquito repellent developed by Pangu Biology could ward off mosquitoes, it also meant that it could be detected by certain creatures from afar. Security Department employees were forbidden from spraying repellent when carrying out specific missions.

Jiang Baimian now felt like a hundred or a thousand mosquitoes were wreaking havoc on her body. She couldn't drive them away, nor could she fend against them. She could only scratch desperately regardless of the situation.

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