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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The next morning, Jiang Baimian sat beside the nuclear bomb and looked at Shang Jianyao, who had just woken up. She asked in concern, "How was it? Any progress?"

Shang Jianyao yawned. "Nothing—I went to Room 506 every two hours and didn't encounter a dream. She didn't sleep at all!"

Without waiting for Jiang Baimian and the others to respond, he eagerly added, "I'll continue during the day. I don't believe she won't sleep the entire time!"

Jiang Baimian thoughtfully said, "She might be thinking of another solution."

The lady boss, Aynor, watched the Old World entertainment on her computer with a haggard expression. Her mind was filled with her comfortable and clean bed.

She drank a mouthful of coffee produced in the northern area of the Linhai Alliance and a mouthful of bitter tea before muttering, "Every day counts…"

She would avoid it for as long as possible!

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