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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"Halt!" The voice of the villager at the bridge could be heard relatively clearly from the public office through the amplified loudspeaker.

Shang Jianyao was excited. He came to the window and muttered to himself, "Will there be a fight if they don't halt?"

"Can't you think of something better?" Jiang Baimian also came to the window.

"I'll be useful if there's a fight," Shang Jianyao said hopefully. "I'll mediate and persuade them to ultimately become friends."

You can make both parties friends without fighting. Why must you go through all that? Long Yuehong couldn't understand Shang Jianyao's train of thought, but he didn't voice his doubts.

As if sensing his thoughts, Shang Jianyao looked at the bridge that spanned the mountain stream and sighed. "I don't think they will fight… This way, there's no reason for me to interfere."

The derelict convoy stopped on the other side of the bridge and followed the rules.

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