The blood moon is coming, and the world is becoming gamified.
The subway Wen Zhao was riding on was dragged into a novice copy, and forty-seven passengers had to choose a profession within sixty seconds. Some people awakened D-class shield guards, and some gained combat talents, but in front of him were only F-class scavengers, E-class observers, and archivists with no fighting ability.
At the last ten seconds of the countdown, Wen Zhao discovered a line of gray prompts that had been ignored by everyone - giving up the initial profession would preserve a civilizational legacy for mankind.
He chose the city's public archives.
[The only hidden profession "Civilized Record Officer" awakens!
From then on, monsters in the eyes of others were files that could be completed in front of him; the ruins that others avoided contained water sources, blueprints, technology and the spark of civilization.
While the survivors were still fighting for food and distrusting each other for the ten refuge places, Wen Zhao had already bound the only building in the underground archives - the Civilized Shelter.
Record monsters, crack rules, shelter talents, repair lost technologies, and upgrade a dilapidated shelter into the last civilized city of mankind.
When the system required the surrender of "low-value units" in exchange for safety, and when the tide of zombies and human forces simultaneously pressed the territory, Wen Zhao only made one rule:
Here, career ratings are not used to determine who deserves to live.
But, why was my sister Wen Xia's name written in the mysterious file that appeared three months in advance?
And her identity is actually - an observer candidate.
