Two Hundred an Hour, and You’ve Polished the S-Rank Forbidden Zone to a Shine

Night-shift cleaner wanted for a heavily contaminated chemical plant. Two thousand yuan a day. Are you brave enough to take the job?

Jiang Yu, unemployed and unable to pay rent, took it. Armed with a bucket, a mop, and two bottles of bleach, he plunged into the Grade A rules-based horror, “The Flesh Abattoir,” which the authorities had sealed off completely. Faced with an S-class aberrant immune to all spells and spreading mental contamination, Jiang Yu, newly awakened to the [Absolute Materialist Field], frowned. “This grease is a pain to clean.”

He dumped a bucket of industrial-strength acid on it, and the indescribable monster shrieked as it dissolved. Just as the elite government squad was despairing and waiting to die, they saw a young man in a food-delivery uniform using a hanging ghost’s tongue as a high-altitude safety line and scraping away the “rules barrier” with a rusty putty knife as if it were a stack of flyers...

The authorities’ top brass stared in shock. “We sent you to clean, and you boiled an indescribable evil god down into soap?!”

He casually peeled off the monster’s skin and used it to sew himself a pair of corrosion-resistant rubber cleaning gloves.