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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Time waited for no one. Shang Jianyao volunteered to move the radio transceiver out of the jeep's trunk.

Jiang Baimian took the opportunity to quickly draft a message. As she translated the words into code, she sent the telegram.

Amidst the tapping sounds, Long Yuehong couldn't help but mutter, "Is it possible that we can't send it out at all…"

They were now trapped in Master Zhuang's dream, and the act of sending the telegram might just be their hallucination.

Upon hearing Long Yuehong's worry, the honest Shang Jianyao scoffed. "Why don't you say that the attempt to call the mysterious number later might be useless because it's an illusion? Why don't you say that detonating the nuclear warhead only exists in our dreams and can't be reflected in reality?"

Long Yuehong—who was already vexed and uneasy—didn't shrink back and replied, "I just didn't have the time to say it."

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