Fishing in the Cyber Apocalypse, I Was Forced to Become a God

(It is expected to be a long story and will not be cut. It is being prepared for a long time. I will save it in advance and will update it later.) [Cyberpunk × Wasteland Apocalypse | Power Awakening × Pollution Invasion | Salted fish social animals are forced to pick up partners and save the world] In a wasteland world where pollution is rampant, survivors can only huddle in cities and rely on the protection of superpowers governed by the "Purification Agency" And late at night, when pollutants are active, the lowest level of "sweepers" among superpowers are needed to eradicate the pollutants that have invaded the city one by one. Christie is one of the "sweepers". Unfortunately, she has severe mysophobia... When others were chasing pollutants on rainy nights, she was taking a rose bath in her villa; when her colleagues were being chased by pollutants and crying for their mothers, she was using her powers to dry the newly bought lambskin gloves. She spent four of the five late-night working hours fishing, and it was not until the last night that she went to the checkpoint to complete the minimum quota for the week. She was a veritable "salary thief" However, she would always receive calls from Arthur, the chief superpower of the Purification Agency, from time to time, begging her to ask her to complete some special tasks and then compensate her for a long vacation. Christie, who was fishing, looked at Arthur's call request displayed on the terminal, hesitated for three seconds, and finally answered the call. What came next was Arthur's roar: "Baby! Go back to the headquarters, your home has been stolen!" On the balcony at the top of the headquarters, Christie eliminated the heavy polluter in three strokes and five divided by two. That's it? Do you want me to take action? The next day, Christie, who was enjoying her vacation at home with peace of mind, was woken up by the doorbell. She suddenly opened the quilt, muttering and shuffling her slippers to the door, ready to get angry: "Hey! You..." The polluter she had just shot in the head yesterday appeared in front of her unscathed! "Hi~ I remember you, can you help me get my memory back?" The immortal pollutant got into the crack of the door and transformed into a silver-haired man with blue mucus oozing from the bullet hole in his neck. "Where did the greasy and dirty things come from? Go away!" Christie screamed. Apparently, she had a mysophobia attack and hadn't realized that the nightmare of salted fish and social animals had just begun... Reading Guide 1. Strong heroines often pretend to be weak in order to catch fish. 2. What you think is a human may not be a human 3. That's nonsense upstairs, we are all human beings Purpose: Give full play to the power of the collective