2099, The first year of the new calendar.
The air smelled of rust and dust.
The abandoned factory was dark and damp, with only a few pitiful rays of sunlight shining in through the broken windows, barely illuminating the rusty machines and the garbage littered everywhere.
Lu Chenzhou's eyes narrowed. His instinct, as sharp as a beast after years of training, told him that there was a problem here, and it was serious.
"Fuck, if I had known better, I shouldn't have taken this crappy job!" He cursed under his breath and spat.
Originally, this mission sounded quite simple: find the relic that the comrade Lao Mao sent back before he disappeared, which is a strange black slate.
