The iced Coke in the freezer of the convenience store was still steaming, and Lin Ye was dragged into the unfamiliar workshop filled with the smell of rust by the dazzling white light - the pure cotton T-shirt turned into frayed work clothes, the wounds on the palms were covered with metal shavings, and the scarlet panel appeared out of thin air in front of him, completely replacing the identity of "social animal" with "contractor".
This is the Age of Rust, and industrial sites from the old era have become nests of aberrations: rust worms as big as thumbs hide in the gaps in pipes, giant beetles that spit out corrosive fluid make the ground tremble, and even the air is filled with pollutants that can cause "rust disease." Survival points must be earned by searching for supplies and killing aberrations. The physical constitution of 3 points on the attribute panel cannot sustain half a minute of panic.
From hiding in the storage room and listening to the rustling sound of the giant beetle carapace, to grabbing the rusty wrench and smashing the first worm, Lin Ye gradually understood: in this rusty desperate situation, there are no fishing routines in the workplace, and only "survival" is the only KPI - after all, the next corner may be a supply package, or it may be a rusty spit that can melt a person into molten iron.
