When the rift in the sky appeared, your official employment status determined who got supplies, who could board the evacuation vehicles, and who would live to see tomorrow.
Gui Xuanling awakened the most useless profession of all: “Temporary Substitute.” If she couldn't find an employer within three days, the System would delete her.
Everyone expected her to be cannon fodder, but she found a surplus-position ledger: cleaners could wipe away calamity marks, couriers could race through lockdown lines, and repair technicians could reconnect the city's heart.
When the Bureau decided to abandon an entire street, Gui Xuanling wrote on the back of her work badge: “I'll take it.”
The whole city was scrambling for official positions. She only wanted temporary work, taking on jobs no one else could handle and saving the people no one else should give up on.
