This is a sweet love novel, not a military zone
The background of the story is fictional, do not take it seriously
Abandoned city of Pripyat
27,000 roentgen/hour
A group of 10 white men, about two meters tall, wearing three layers of white chemical protective suits and gas masks, were walking around the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant, which was full of nuclear wastewater.
"We only have five hours"
The pale sunlight shines on the slightly rippling stagnant water.
A lingering choking smell lingered around the abandoned equipment.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak"
They were rummaging around in the No. 4 Generator Unit reactor.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"
When they descended into the low-lying area, the wastewater that originally only reached the waist of the white people was up to their chests.
"Hoo ho ho ho"
The fan that had not been repaired for a long time started to spin.
One fan, two fans, three fans...
"Found it!"
Pleso, who had the best eyesight among the team, broke out of the water and raised the black stone in his hand.
It is an existence that shines brighter than obsidian under the reflection of the sun.
…
The three-year-old girl was reborn because of its existence.
…
A love-minded writer who pursues excitement (the little white hat who knows how to clean toilets) x the inhumane director of the Institute of Biology (the big white wolf who can weave flower baskets) x the arms dealer who loves psychology (the big bad wolf who can knit sweaters) x the deputy director of the CIA who has a theatrical heart (the big black wolf who can grill skewers)
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Since I like to daydream, updates will be a bit slow, hehe
Purpose: We are serious people