Blue Scale

Lin Mo is a third-level maintenance officer in the Equipment Technology Section of the Seventh Branch of the General Administration. No superpowers, no tattoos, just spent three years repairing equipment in the same basement. When going to the cafeteria, always sit with your back to the window - outside the window is the red zone. When encountering a hunter in the corridor, he will actively stick to the wall to give way. My hands will shake when I hear the alarm. He is the most cowardly person in the entire precinct. He has two friends. One was the most capable fireman. Every time he came back from the red zone, he would smash the burned-through wrist guards on his table and throw down a piece of braised pork stolen from the canteen. One is the keenest scout, always quietly observing everything, recording everyone's data in his notes, but never letting anyone look at them. Three people occupied a table by the window in the cafeteria on Friday evening. Occasionally there were explosions outside the window. The light inside the window was on and the food was hot. He thought this would be it for the rest of his life. Until the key mission target is discovered deep in the red zone, he is the only one in the entire branch who can repair the equipment that must be brought in. With a transfer order, he was put into the escort team, crossed the security boundary for the first time, and walked into the ruins he had been afraid of for sixteen years. In the deepest part of the ruins, he sensed a resonance he had never experienced before - a buzzing deep in his bones, as if something had been waiting for him for a long time. A sword. Black sword body, dark gold cold light. It was sealed deep in the center of the earth thousands of years ago, just waiting for someone chosen by the Canglong. He doesn't yet know what the sword means. All he knew was that from the moment he held it, he could no longer hide.