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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Shang Jianyao looked back and saw that there was indeed nobody in all the rooms. He could only sigh and look at the blood-red door ahead again.

"At this point, we can only go in and ask Xiaochong face-to-face!" The rash Shang Jianyao spoke in a low voice on behalf of many.

After overcoming all kinds of difficulties, he stretched out his hands, pressed them against the door, and began exerting strength.

The blood-red door slowly opened, revealing darkness inside.

Shang Jianyao strode through the door in one go. He was immediately enveloped by pitch-black darkness.

"Xiaochong! Xiaochong!" Shang Jianyao shouted.

His voice spread far and wide, but it didn't reverberate. This made this place seem like a vast wasteland instead of a room.

"Xiaochong! Xiaochong!" Shang Jianyao persisted.

Just as Shang Jianyao tried to materialize a loudspeaker, he heard whimpering.

It was a woman crying not far away.

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