On the edge of the "grey zone" filled with unknown pollution and deadly radiation, the Seventh Identification Station is a Qingshui Yamen that even scavengers despise.
Lin Yan is a junior appraiser here. With a meager basic salary, he lives a life with a view to the end.
But in the eyes of others, high-dimensional radiation, memetic pollution, and space collapse that can kill instantly... In his field of vision, are just groups of oscillating "frequencies."
Stir the peaks of the waves, smooth the valleys, and everything can be reconstructed.
He originally wanted to hide in this forgotten corner for the rest of his life, until a liquid metal eyeball bearing the "Tower of Babel Agreement" brand was placed on his counter.
When the elites within the high wall fell into despair facing the countdown to destruction, Lin Yan just sighed helplessly, stretched out his unprotected hand, and gently reversed the polarity of the space.
"Don't be nervous, it's just that the frequency is misplaced."
Lin Yan, who was forcibly recruited into the game, dusted himself off and looked deep into the high wall.
The real horror of this world? You haven't even heard its frequency yet.
