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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Upon seeing that they didn't take down Vice President at once, the watching New World powerhouses immediately went to other streets through the nearby alleys and collapsed houses and took a detour to the tower.

Vice President didn't focus on them. He continued staring at Chen Wen, Liu Chuan, and the others—who were approaching him.

Suddenly, he clenched his fists that lay on the armrests. His light-blue eyes instantly turned deep as if they had been tainted by black ink.

In the darkness, buildings appeared one after another. They were lit up with different numbers of lights like projections of the New World.

The projections gradually enlarged and froze on a brightly lit high-rise building.

Not far behind Vice President, the same building quietly stood. Yellow or pure white light was reflected from every floor and window.

Right on the heels of that, two lights in Vice President's eyes grew larger and larger, occupying every space in his eyes.

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