Wang Renxing returned to his room.

Since he was a newcomer to the mine, he didn't have his own dormitory according to the regulations. However, those regulations were just words on paper at this time.

He glanced at the beds in the room that had been vacant for several days, then lay down on the lower bunk of one of them.

As usual, he made another symbolic tour of Area C today - the appearance here had not changed at all.

Wang Renxing didn't know how long he'd been here. He only remembered playing a few games on the holographic game console his roommate had left behind the previous night. People like them, using the powerful computing power of the mining area's mainframes to play games, were common in other mining farms, and Wang Renxing was no stranger to it.

He didn't know what he was thinking at the time. He clearly wouldn't try such a cheap form of entertainment. Instead of relaxing himself with that kind of illusory pleasure, he might as well lie down in bed and have a good sleep.

Although it felt nice to lie down and think about nothing, he didn't lie there for long - it was too dry.

There must be something wrong with the life cycle device in this mine. He felt that the air here began to burn, as if the entire mine had been thrown into a dryer.

Wang Renxing stood up and began to search the room with the help of the light outside the room. He wanted to find something to drink.

But that effort was ultimately in vain. Minutes ago, he had drunk the last drop of water here. Furthermore, the tap here now only produced fine sand. He didn't know what caused all this. His memory was like a tangled mess, as if this place was always meant to be.

The next moment, a glass of water suddenly appeared in front of him.

Wang Renxing didn't delve into this phenomenon; his spirit was already crushed by thirst. He drank the water in one gulp, the clear water rushing down his throat, nourishing his soul and giving him an infinite pleasure.

The pleasure came and went quickly. After all, it was just a glass of water, not enough for him to guzzle. A normal person needs at least two liters of water a day, which is roughly eight to ten glasses. A glass of water could barely sustain him. He hadn't defecated in so long, he didn't know how he was still alive.

He hadn't considered leaving. Well, actually, he couldn't find a way out. He only remembered knowing the route out of here, but he couldn't remember what it was. It was like something was preventing him from leaving. He thought he must have missed something. Maybe after doing that thing, he would naturally find the way out?

There was a desk calendar on the table, and there was only one day left until the day marked with a red circle.

What exactly will happen on that day?

Wang Renxing was eager to know the answer.

He kept pacing around the room, trying to kill time this way. But unfortunately, this way of killing time was useless. He didn't know how many times he had done this stupid thing. He remembered clearly that if he wanted to kill time, he had to think.

This place is like a prison of consciousness.

Time was affected by something. Only when he was thinking would time here pass slowly at a normal speed.

But he had already recalled his past and present lives, and he didn't know what else to think about.

Wang Renxing is a typical 20s generation. If only the biological age is considered, he is actually a little younger than the protagonist of "Ours". If the war had not happened, he would probably be like other young people, freely choosing a path that belongs to him and fighting for it all his life.

But there is no if, his intelligence and talent obviously did not go in the right direction.

After all, this was a time of great struggle, no longer the unbridled growth of the pre-war era. In this era, hard work alone was of no use. Could hard work earn him access to resources? Could hard work make him a figure revered by all?

In this era of scarce resources, hard work is completely useless!

So Wang Renxing naturally chose to rely on his father. Of course, his father didn't have that kind of all-powerful ability, unlike the families of his good friends... He could only endure a few years of hardship and experience, and then try to rely on some deeds to win the capital for promotion.

Capital... He remembered what he wanted to do!

But the current situation is completely different from the original plan! What went wrong?

He remembered that his original intention was not to create such a future. In the future he dreamed of, the world should still be the same world, but he would switch positions with those people on the platform, instead of this depressed future where even food and water could not be guaranteed.

Maybe he has taken the wrong path. He should go outside and return to his original self.

Just as he was thinking, the door of the room opened by itself, and the light from outside came in through the gap in the door.

Wang Renxing stood up involuntarily and walked towards the open door.

The light outside was not dazzling. In fact, the light here was a little weak. Fortunately, Wang Renxing had already adapted to the brightness here. With the help of the light outside, he could see the environment outside the room clearly.

The concrete walls of those tunnels have long been weathered, and the waterproof materials laid on the rock walls all lie loosely on the ground, while the exposed rock walls show traces of artificial excavation. What secrets are revealed by the impact marks?

He felt as if he had entered an archaeological dig site. The objects he had known so well were now rotten. Once-sturdy metal structures had collapsed, their luster coated in blood-red rust. Even the high-strength bolts, supposedly indestructible for centuries, were deformed by the expanding metal oxides.

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