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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As his blurry memories quickly became clear, Long Yuehong shivered and blurted out, "I remember, I remember. Someone stuffed this box into the trunk of our jeep!"

You remember? Without Long Yuehong's detailed explanation, Jiang Baimian instantly had a rough guess. "Your relevant memories were blurred by the person in Room 214? When was that?"

Long Yuehong said with obvious fear, "Back when you followed Captain Ding to meet Commissioner Huang. I-I was taking turns with Little White and Old Ge to guard the window and monitor the jeep's surroundings to prevent anyone from stealing the supplies inside. Back then, I saw a person push a cart over, bring this box into the car, and conceal it. However, this memory was muddled, and there was an additional memory of nothing happening. I only remembered it when I saw this box."

The Result of ‘Coincidences’