Nuclear Waste Cultivator: I Really Don't Want to Be Forced to Open a Business

There is something in my head that plays notifications. [Radiation source detected] [Survival countdown: XX hours] [Threat Level: High] Just these three sentences. Bounce over and over again. There is no "congratulations to the host", no "sign-in reward", and no "gift package for newbies". Not even a "come on". I thought it was the system. Later I learned that it was not a system. That's my body talking to me. I am from the Guixu tribe and would die if I did not absorb radiation. My body was afraid that I would not be able to understand it, so it translated my own instincts into notifications on my phone. Besides this fake system, there is another person living in my head. He said he had lived a long time and asked me to call him old guy. He knows everything but is too lazy to say anything. I asked him how he cultivated, and he said "absorbing radiation." I asked how to suck it, and he said "with your mouth." I asked what would happen if I smoked it, and he said, "Live. If you don't smoke, you'll die." What's the difference between this and not saying anything? But there's something good about him. He doesn't lie to me. The day I came out of the hospital, I knew one thing: I would have to live by absorbing radiation for the rest of my life. In the ninth inning, I was given supplies. The amount for one day was just enough to survive, not a single extra point. The old thing guides me in my head, and the fake system tells the time in my eyes. I thought that as long as I could survive, I could lie down forever. Then the people from Tianyan Sect came. Once for the base, once for the chemical plant, and once for the dormitory building. They wear ancient clothes and carry wooden signs. When they raise their hands, they create a wave of air and hit people without blinking an eye. I vomited the first time I killed someone, but I didn't vomit it out the second time.