Janet woke up to a knock on the door.
"Open the door."
"I know you're home."
Her first instinct was to reach for the knife under her pillow before realizing she wasn't in Doomworld mode anymore.
Ten days ago, Janet was still fighting zombies in Doomsday. She had just infiltrated the mission site when she heard the bomb countdown behind her.
Five, four, three, two, one.
Boom.
The moment the bomb exploded, Janet was too late to run and only felt a wave of weightlessness.
She woke up in an abandoned junk room. That day, it was still raining acid rain, and the sky was grayish yellow.
Her abdomen was in excruciating pain, a piece of iron embedded in it, dripping blood.
Janet crawled with all her strength to the vending machine to survive. Another potent healing agent was bought with her entire fortune.
After stopping the bleeding, she returned to her residence, according to the original owner's memory.
This was a wasteland world where eighty percent of the land had been polluted. Humans could only survive in high walls to defend themselves from the monsters outside the walls.
The high walls could keep people from having to face danger directly.
Zombies had taken over her original world. Everyone struggled daily to stay alive, unsure if they would see the sun the next day.
In the wasteland world, a huge warehouse of technological goods existed, including strong healing agents, genetic enhancers, and nutrients.
There were also systems with various functions.
She had bound herself to a purification system when she first woke up.
She hugged the tablet and looked at it several times before realizing that her motherboard had no data.
Name: Janet
Age: 19
Education: Bachelor's Degree in Mechanics
Status: fifth class citizen
Talent: Unknown
Direction of Alteration: Unknown
Degree of Alienation: Unknown
Physical Strength: Unreinforced
Spirit value: 100 Ordinary person value: 20
The following data were all gray, and all needed to be activated on their own. In other words, she had no other specialties besides her relatively high spiritual value.
In other words, Janet was now back in novice mode.
At this time, the system enacted her main quest: please purify the polluted land and rebuild the human home.
????
Why not just send her to her death?
This quest made Janet outright despair, without any desire to act.
Janet didn't go out during these ten days, living only by drinking nutrients.
Unfortunately, the truth didn't allow her to do that.
"Janet, open the door," the man waiting at the door was getting impatient, "open the door, or I'll pry it open."
Janet got up helplessly and opened the door. Outside the door stood a short older woman, only one meter two. She suffered from dwarfism.
She was Bonnie, the person in charge of the building.
Bonnie tapped the ground heavily with her cane, "Your rent."
How ridiculous to pay rent for such a shabby place.
"How much?" Janet asked.
Bonnie glared at her, "Twelve months rent totaling twenty-four thousand Earthcoin (EAC)."
"What?" Janet suspected she'd heard wrong. Her entire possessions only added up to seven hundred EAC.
"Twenty-four thousand," Bonnie repeated.
Janet gasped. Damn. To pay rent in this world, you must pay the full twelve months at once.
"You can move out if you don't rent. There are plenty of people who want to rent." Bonnie tapped her cane on the ground and stared hard at her.
It only occurred to Janet that she had just acted a little strange. The original owner had lived here for five years; how could she suddenly not remember how much her rent was?
"I rent." Janet said, "Please give me two more days."
"I'll wait until the end of the month at the most," Bonnie asked, "Are you mad again?"
Janet sensed that the original owner had a mental illness. It seemed like everyone knew this. It wasn't a secret.
At least her amnesia and inability to remember her rent were average in the other side's eyes.
Janet simply played the crazy bitch, "Well, I've been having headaches lately."
Bonnie was convinced. She didn't ask any more questions.
Janet: "I will give you the rent at the end of the month."
Janet had yet to get a lot of things straight about the original owner, and once she was evicted, she didn't even have a place to stay.
Bonnie gave her a meaningful look, "Don't make my house a murder house."
Janet frowned. She had accidentally bumped into Bonnie that day when she was running home covered in blood.
In Bonnie's eyes, she might have attempted suicide.
Before Bonnie left, she said, "Remember to take care of all the bills at the door."
The bills?
Janet poked her head out. She realized that there were all kinds of bills taped to her door: utility bills, property bills, management bills, and tax bills.
Janet tore off a thick dozen bills. After doing some simple math, she figured out that she owed about eight thousand EAC to the various administrations.
Eight thousand in contributions, twenty-four thousand in rent, and future expenses.
She suddenly wanted to kill herself and live again.
She went back to the house clutching her payment slip. She didn't want to go through with her primary assignment.
Evasion was shameful but valuable. The system hadn't made any more prompts for so many days.
Janet sat in front of the computer. The oversized computer screen was high-tech in her time, but it could only be considered an antique in this age.
There probably were only a few people who still used this type of computer model except for District 103.
But because of that, Janet had little difficulty operating it.
She opened the job site.
With her extensive "work experience" in the past, there must be many part-time jobs where she could make money quickly.
All kinds of jobs were listed on the site, some of which Janet couldn't even understand.
There were tens of thousands of jobs in total. That's a lot of work, Janet thought happily.
Suddenly, Janet noticed a company looking for mercenaries and was pleasantly surprised.
This job was too good for her!
Because she was working as a mercenary before she was resurrected.
But after she clicked in, the system immediately opened a window to remind her that the mandatory requirement for this job was to be a third-class citizen or above.
And it was evident that Janet's citizenship level needed to be more.
All citizens of the wasteland world were genetically screened after birth, and based on the screening criteria, people were categorized into various classes.
Unfortunately, Janet's genetic screening failed, and she was categorized as a fifth-class citizen.
It was only then that she realized a screening button in the upper right corner would automatically screen you for suitable positions.
She entered her personal information, citizenship grade, and academic credentials and then clicked on the filter to match the job.
After the page was refreshed, hundreds of jobs disappeared, leaving only one page of jobs.
Janet "......"
Ten of the jobs on one page were preferred for men, and the only ones that matched her were the remaining six.
They were all nursing, maintenance workers, babysitting, and the like.
Wait, that's a good job. It pays 5,000 EAC for three hours and a commission.
It was a cleaning job.
Janet perused the job description. It was too simple!
A garbage collector's job was to sweep up the garbage. She was paid five thousand EAC for three hours a day, and commission was awarded on a case-by-case basis.
The average salary automatically calculated by the website was also, surprisingly, twenty-five thousand dollars!
It's fantastic that you could make twenty-five thousand dollars for sweeping garbage!
The job was open to all ages, genders, education, and citizenship levels.
The job may sound ridiculous.
But in this world's federal law, recruitment information must be truthful, and recruitment fraud is punishable by imprisonment.
She could give it a try.
Janet clicked the enrollment button.
The website immediately showed Congratulations on your successful enrollment.
You have been accepted into our company.
Janet "????"
It turned out that the job didn't even require an interview.
But it's too late for her to regret it now because there's a new email in her inbox.
She's received an offer.
The start time was 6:30 p.m. The job was near the District 103 incinerator.
The name of the company was District 103 Cleaning Center.
Janet froze when she saw the company's name, so the job came from a regular company.
She followed the navigation and walked through the doors of the cleaning company. There was no security check, just a robot to guide her.
The robot pressed the 49th-floor button for her.
The building had three hundred and sixty floors.
Ding.
The elevator doors open.
Janet froze when she looked at it, a mess in front of her.
The lobby was uproar, with mountains of paperwork on everyone's desk.
The employee closest to Janet was throwing a tantrum.
"Don't give me any crap. Just tell me if I can do it."
The other two are arguing, "It's not my fault! I didn't receive the approved documents. Why am I to blame for this?"
This place looked like something other than a cleaning center. It looks like a stock center.
A woman in a professional suit spotted her. The woman had delicate features and looked like an assistant.
The young lady ran over apologetically, "I'm sorry, there are quite a lot of people here."
"It's okay."
"Janet, right?" The young lady glanced down at the panel in her hand and said in a warm voice, "I'm Lynn, the center assistant."
Lynn, I like that name.
"Don't be scared. The first day's work isn't difficult; you can finish it by following the instructions."
Lynn said quickly as she guided Janet along, "Your trial period is just one day. If you pass it, you will be transferred the next day."
Janet sensed that this company was desperate for employees.
Lynn led her into a conference room, "Let me show you the salary structure. Your base salary is five thousand EAC for three hours of work. Your salary will increase by one thousand EAC for every additional hour you work. Your commission will be based on volume, with different prices for different levels. You'll get over ten thousand."
Janet was dizzy listening to the flurry of numbers.
This was way too much money.
However, from Janet's experience, the job must be tricky when the salary is introduced before the job description.
Janet asked, "May I ask what the job entails?"
Lynn stopped abruptly.
She narrowed her smile and looked at Janet with an earnest gaze. Janet was a bit nervous by her look.
Was the job difficult?
With a heavy face, Lynn lowered her voice and asked, "Janet, are you afraid of monsters?"
Guess so.
Janet spoke up, "I'm not afraid of monsters."
She's seen a lot of monsters.
