Dunjun opened his eyes.

Outside the window, the triangular red moon had risen to the center, shining in a scarlet light.

He put on his old and shabby black coat and walked out of the cramped shack.

It's a slum of grey cement lattice buildings stacked on top of each other, like beehives, and become a walled behemoth.

The place where Dunjun lives is only six square meters, but the environment is actually quite good here.

The few friends he knew lived in the 'pigeon cage', which was like an iron cage-like coffin, and the average living area was only a little more than one square meter.

From within the walled city, more and more people came out.

They were skeletal and seemed to be chronically malnourished, resulting in emaciated bodies and little look on their faces, like corpses moving in motion, converging into a long stream of gray.

Thundered!

The ground trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a long insect beast surging past, letting out a roar with heat.

Dunjun knew that it was not a beast, but a pipe through which part of 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 is the heart of the whole city, then the continuous supply of high-temperature and high-pressure steam that is transported everywhere through pipelines is the blood of the city!

The furnace never goes out, and so does the blood, which together sustains this city of survivors.

Survivor!

The name has something else to say, in word of mouth legend, they are a group of remnants of a terrible catastrophe that wiped out most of the land and the sky, and only a small number of survivors survived, and the survivors were the descendants of those who survived.

As for how the catastrophe of the end of the world was born, Dunjun did not know.

However, he knew that prehistoric civilizations must have been very powerful and advanced.

After all, the core power furnace of the Steam City was excavated from the remains of a prehistoric civilization.

It must have been a place where our ancestors delved into science and inspired wisdom.

Its name is – Victor Steam Power Museum!

Therefore, the city of steam also set up a 'museum', as a place for 'naturalists' to delve into knowledge, and it was a place where only the most learned people in the whole city could go, and the laborers who did not know a few words like Dunjun could only envy it.

Following the flow of people, Dunjun came to his factory.

His job was very simple, he swung a shovel and threw shovel after shovel of coal into a huge opening.

The mouth of the furnace is like a monster that never knows how to be satisfied, no matter how much it is filled, it will never be filled.

Shovel after shovel......

Dunjun soon sweated, and his expression became more and more silent.

He still needs to work for eight more red moons before he can go down and rest.

In the sky of this world, there is always only one triangular red moon, and the moon never sets, providing the world with scarlet light.

Every day, it will be in the middle of the sky when the twelve red moons are in the middle of the sky, which is also the day that all the people of the Steam City think of.

The rest of the time, it mischievously appears randomly in the four directions of south, east, west, and north, and perhaps only naturalists can figure out the pattern, but because the red moon in all directions will be a little weaker, it forms a theoretical night.

Dunjun wiped his face, and there was a black stain on his face.

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard.

He paused his hand, knowing that it was the steam pipe that had exploded, and that this kind of thing was not very safe in the first place.

And if there is an unlucky egg nearby, the ultra-high temperature steam can even melt the flesh and bones!

"What are you doing here? Get to work! ”

The overseer's roaring voice rang out.

All laborers continued to numbly transport, dig coal......

Their daily work can only be exchanged for two suspicious meals of black paste and a one-cent steam coin, and they can't get sick, and when they get sick, they lose their source of livelihood and fall into a vicious circle.

Of course, you can't expect to get married or anything.

But it doesn't matter, the population of the Steam City is still growing, and some of the cattle from the wilderness are asking to join and be exploited.

Because in the wild, life is more dangerous and terrifying!

Not only are there all kinds of beasts living there, but there are also strange creatures that can kill you if you are not careful!

And in the city of steam, there is at least the most basic 'safety'!

Although Dunjun's expression was numb, there was a fire in his heart.

He knew that there was no future at all if he continued like this, and before the age of thirty, he would definitely be eliminated due to various diseases, be kicked out of a rented building, and die on the side of the road.

'I want to live, I want to get better...... Must sign up for 'Abyss Games'! ’

The City of Steam is divided into two districts, the Upper City and the Lower City.

The people of Uptown are well-dressed, have no shortage of food, and enjoy themselves all day long.

The people of the lower city were like cattle laborers, without the slightest hope.

No, they still have a life to participate in the Abyss Game!

Although the mortality rate of this kind of selection is extremely high, there are indeed one or two lucky people who can succeed in each year, enter the Shangcheng District, and become a master.

This is also the only hope for the lower classes!

Although the population of the lower city is dozens of times larger than that of the upper city, the insurrection is unlikely to succeed.

The people of Uptown have mastered terrifying weapons and even possess strange and extraordinary powers themselves!

Rumored...... The Abyss game is the way to gain extraordinary abilities!

Dunjun clenched his fists, and after finishing work, he got the day's salary, came to the overseer, took out a handful of iron coins, and said expressionlessly: "This is a dollar...... I sign up...... Take part in 'The Abyss'! ”

……

'This boy...... The luck on his body is relatively strong, is it a role on the stage of the times? ’

Fang Xian watched all this from the perspective of 'Dream Township'.

Although his body is close to sleeping, part of his spirit can still barely break through the abyss and observe the outside world through his dreamland.

Although the time and scope are limited, this is already the limit of Dreamland.

At this time, Fang Xian felt like an evil god who had been banished from the world.

It is only through various efforts and attempts that we can occasionally glimpse this world.

The previous breakthroughs were just wilderness and no man's land.

Recently, we finally located the city of steam.

And the changes here made Fang Xian stunned.

The interstellar civilization has completely disappeared, leaving only the human beings who are still struggling to survive on a dark continent.

This kind of change is too huge and weird.

If he hadn't double-checked the coordinates, he might even have the idea of wearing the wrong world.