Student Wang’s Mining Career

Wang Zheng gradually came to his senses and smelled a stench that combined sweat and smoke, among other unpleasant things. Even if this was not the worst that Wang Zheng had ever smelled, it was close.

The light was dim. From the way it felt, he was in the cabin of a shuttle. There were many people around, in roughly the same state. Some were thronging about the leftovers.

There must have been about 50 or 60 people in the room. Each stood in their place. This had to be a warehouse… What kind of hellish place was this?

Wang Zheng regulated his body and let himself become alert.

He was wearing a suit that was a little stained. His Skylink was gone, replaced by a strange, black bracelet.

"Punk, you're up? You're real good at sleeping. We'll be at Heaven in a day." From nearby, a middle-aged guy carefully opened a box. After hesitating for a while, he handed Wang Zheng a stick.