In the wasteland giant city hive, the hierarchy is solidified, death is irreversible, and the pain accumulates forever. Gu Qiyuan was originally a dream maker in an abandoned theater in a lower-class area, and was regarded as an ant by the nobles. But when the intelligence panel came down, he saw through everyone's secrets-which ones were ghost stories in disguise, and which ones were hidden allies. He renovated theaters, used entertainment programs to dismantle upper-level monopolies, and used infrastructure to occupy territory. Betrayals and assassinations continue one after another, and the pain is accumulating every time, but every reversal is more cruel. From the garbage dump to the dome, he wants the entire hive to become his stage.
Dusk always comes early in the Rust Zone.
The sunlight was filtered by the dome area, and then passed through the layers of industrial waste gas in the middle area. When it fell to the ground, it had turned into a gray lead color. Gu Qiyuan raised his head and glanced at the sky, then stuffed the iron sheet he had pried off into his backpack.
The backpack was so bulging that my shoulders hurt from the pressure. He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, and his fingertips were covered with black dirt. The radiation index in this area is relatively safe, but there are always metal powders and unknown corrosive particles suspended in the air. After breathing for a long time, your throat feels like it has been polished by sandpaper.
"I'm lucky today." He said to himself, his voice hoarse.
The cement floor underfoot has cracked countless gaps, weeds are stubbornly emerging from the cracks, and the leaves are infected by the radiation.
