Dun Jun opened his eyes.
Outside the window, the triangular crimson moon had risen to the center, shining in scarlet light.
He put on his old and worn black coat and walked out of the narrow shack.
This was a slum area, with layers of gray cement buildings piled up like a beehive, forming a behemoth like a walled city.
The place where Dun Jun lived was only six square meters in size, but the environment was actually not bad.
The few friends he knew all lived in "pigeon cages", which were like coffins in iron cages, with an average living area of a little more than one square meter.
More and more people came out of the walled city.
They were emaciated, as if they had been malnourished for a long time, causing their bodies to be thin and weak. Their faces were dull, like moving corpses, converging into a long gray stream.
Rumble!
The ground trembled slightly, as if a long worm or beast was rushing over, roaring with hot air.
Dun Jun knew that it was not a beast, but a pipe through which the steam of the underground steam engine flowed.
The whole "City of Steam" was built on a huge steam engine.
If the core steam engine was the heart of the whole city, then the continuous high-temperature and high-pressure steam transported everywhere through the pipeline was the blood of the city!
The furnace never went out, and the blood was endless, supporting the survivors of the city together.
Survivors!
The name had a different meaning. According to the legend, they were a group of survivors. In an era when history could not be recorded, there was a terrible apocalypse, which destroyed most of the land and the sky. Only a small number of survivors survived, and the survivors were the descendants of those survivors.
Dun Jun did not know how the apocalypse came about.
But he knew that the prehistoric civilization must have been very powerful and advanced.
After all, the core power furnace of the City of Steam was excavated from the ruins of a prehistoric civilization.
That must be the place where the ancestors studied science and enlightened wisdom.
Its name was — the Victor Steam Power Museum!
Therefore, the City of Steam also set up a "museum" as a place for "naturalists" to study knowledge. It was a place where only the most knowledgeable people in the whole city could go. Workers like Dun Jun, who could not even read a few words, could only envy them.
Following the flow of people, Dun Jun arrived at his factory.
His job was very simple. He just had to swing the shovel and throw shovelfuls of coal into a huge hole.
The mouth of the furnace was like a monster that never knew how to be satisfied. No matter how much it was filled, it would never be filled.
One shovel after another …
Dun Jun was soon covered in sweat, and his expression became more and more solemn.
He still needed to work for eight more Red Moons before he could rest.
In the sky of this world, there was only a triangular red moon. The moon never set, and it provided scarlet light to the world.
Every day, it would stay in the middle of the sky when there were twelve red moons, which was also the daytime in the eyes of the people of the City of Steam.
At other times, it would mischievously appear randomly in the four directions. Perhaps only naturalists could figure out the rules, but because the light of the crimson moon in the four directions was weaker, it formed a theoretical night.
Dun Jun wiped his face, and a black stain appeared on his face.
Bang!
Suddenly, a loud noise was heard.
His hand paused. He knew that the steam pipe had exploded. This kind of thing was not very safe.
And if there were unlucky people nearby, the super-hot steam could even melt their bones and flesh!
"What are you doing? Get to work! "
The supervisor's roar rang out.
All the laborers continued to transport and dig coal numbly …
Their daily work could only be exchanged for two suspicious meals of black paste and a steam coin worth one cent. They could not get sick, or they would lose their source of income and fall into a vicious cycle.
Of course, they could not expect to get married.
But it did not matter. The population of the City of Steam was still growing. Some animals from the wilderness were begging to join and be exploited.
Because life in the wilderness was more dangerous and horrible!
There were not only all kinds of beasts living there, but also strange creatures that could not be described. One careless mistake could cost one's life!
And in the City of Steam, at least there was the most basic 'safety'!
Although Dun Jun's expression was numb, there was a fire in his heart.
He knew that there was no future for him if he went on like this. Before the age of thirty, he would be eliminated because of various diseases, driven out of the rental building, and die on the side of the road.
"If I want to live, if I want to get better … I have to sign up for the 'Abyss Game'!"
The City of Steam was divided into two districts, the Upper District and the Lower District.
The people of the Upper District were well-dressed, did not lack food, and enjoyed themselves all day long.
The people of the Lower District were like animals with no hope at all.
No, they still had a life, and they could participate in the Abyss Game!
Although the mortality rate of this selection was extremely high, there were indeed one or two lucky people who could enter the Upper District and become the best of the best.
This was also the only hope of the lower class!
Although the population of the Lower District was dozens of times that of the Upper District, it was impossible for a riot to succeed.
The people of the Upper District had terrible weapons, and they even had strange and extraordinary powers!
Rumor had it that the Abyss Game was a way to obtain extraordinary powers!
Dun Jun clenched his fists. After work, he received his salary for the day. He came to the supervisor, took out a handful of iron coins, and said expressionlessly, "This is one dollar … I sign up … to participate in the Abyss Game!"
…
"This kid … has a lot of calamity on him. Is he a character on the stage of the times?"
Fang Xian watched everything from the perspective of the Land of Dreams.
Although his body was close to a deep sleep, a part of his mind could still barely break through the Abyss and observe the outside world through the Land of Dreams.
Although the time and range were very limited, this was already the limit of the Land of Dreams.
At this moment, Fang Xian felt like he was an evil god exiled from the world.
He could only occasionally catch a glimpse of this world through all kinds of hard work and attempts.
The previous few breakthroughs were only in the wilderness and no man's land.
Only recently did he finally locate the City of Steam.
And the changes here left Fang Xian dumbfounded.
The interstellar civilization had completely disappeared, leaving only humans struggling at death's door, struggling to survive on a dark continent.
This change was simply too huge and strange.
If he hadn't carefully checked the coordinates, he might have even thought that he had crossed into a wrong world.
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