While leading the charge against zombies in the apocalypse, Nancy Clark transmigrated—this time, into a wasteland world.

Eighty percent of the land in this world is polluted.

Humans are divided into five classes, and she became a fifth-class citizen—the lowest, the unlucky defectives.

Penniless and destitute, Nancy Clark had no choice but to become a cleaner and sweep up trash.

Rumor has it that cleaning up trash in the wasteland world pays well and is an easy job—a dream occupation.

But... why is this cleaning job so different from what she imagined?

Entering the vanished Line 1, she encountered a fish-headed merman carrying a briefcase.

Entering a viral hotpot restaurant, she found that this hotpot place eats people!

Entering a haunted house, the furniture moves at midnight and even chases the owner.

Even the aquarium, which should theoretically be warm and healing, is home to merfolk who forcibly demand to breed, bloodsucking mechanical jellyfish, and unknown transparent creatures.

At a dentist’s clinic, as soon as she reached out her hand, it started raining teeth from the sky.

……

And that’s not all—the cleaning company seems to be hiding a huge secret.

Artificial intelligence is suspected to be the mastermind behind the scenes.

The pharmaceutical company looks utterly unscrupulous!

Nancy Clark is inexplicably drawn into disputes, and a single misstep could mean an early death.

In the wasteland world, everyone is scheming eight hundred ways at once.

Nancy Clark: Is heaven playing a joke on me?

Chapter 1: New Job

Nancy Clark woke up to the sound of knocking at the door.

"Open up! Don’t pretend—I know you’re home!"

Her first instinct was to reach for the knife under her pillow, then she realized she was no longer in the apocalypse.

Ten days ago, Nancy Clark was still fighting zombies in the apocalypse. She had just infiltrated the mission site when she heard the countdown of a bomb behind her.

Five, four, three, two, one—

Boom—

At the moment of the explosion, Nancy Clark didn’t have time to find cover. She just felt a sudden weightlessness. When she woke up, she was lying in an abandoned garbage room. It was raining acid that day, and the sky was a dull yellow.

Her abdomen was in excruciating pain—a piece of metal was embedded in her stomach, blood pouring out.

Driven by survival instinct, Nancy Clark used all her strength to crawl to an automatic medical vending machine and spent all her money on a powerful healing agent. After stopping the bleeding, she relied on the original host’s memories to find her way back home.

This is a wasteland world—eighty percent of the land is polluted, and humans can only survive within high walls to fend off the monsters outside.

At least there are high walls—she doesn’t have to face danger head-on.

Her original world had already been overrun by zombies. Every day was a struggle to survive, never knowing if she’d see the next sunrise.

The wasteland world’s technology tree is maxed out: there are powerful healing agents, gene enhancers, and nutrient solutions.

And... systems.

When she first woke up, she was bound to a purification system. In her previous life, she had nothing. When she first got the system, she thought she could change her fate, and clung to the panel, reading it over and over.

Name: Nancy Clark

Age: 19

Education: Bachelor’s in Mechanical Engineering

Status: Fifth-class citizen

Talent: Unknown

Mutation direction: Unknown

Degree of mutation: Unknown

Physical strength: Not yet enhanced

Mental value: 100 (average person: 20)

The next section was all grayed out, requiring manual activation. Other than a high mental value, there was nothing remarkable. In other words, it was a newbie panel as new as could be—not even a starter pack.

The system casually issued a main quest: Purify the polluted land and rebuild humanity’s home.

Huh? Why not just send her to her death?

As the saying goes, don’t make promises you can’t keep. When faced with an impossible task, all you want to do is give up. Nancy Clark had no will to survive, even thinking this world was fake and the system was nonsense.

Let it all end, whatever.

For these ten days, Nancy Clark lay low, barely leaving the house, surviving on nutrient solutions. But reality didn’t seem to allow her to stay idle.

"Nancy Clark, open the door!" The person outside was getting impatient. "If you don’t open up, I’ll pry the door open!"

With nothing left to lose, Nancy Clark got up and opened the door. Outside stood a short old lady, only about 1.2 meters tall, suffering from dwarfism. She was the building manager, Mrs. Harris.

Mrs. Harris struck the ground hard with her cane. "Rent."

Rent? Even this rundown place charges rent?

"How much?" Nancy Clark asked.

Mrs. Harris gave her a strange look. "Twelve months’ rent—twenty-four thousand."

"How much?" Nancy Clark thought she’d misheard. All her assets combined were only seven hundred new coins.

"Twenty-four thousand," Mrs. Harris repeated.

Nancy Clark took a deep breath. Damn this wasteland world—here, rent is paid one year in advance?

"If you don’t rent, move out. Plenty of people want this place." Mrs. Harris tapped the ground with her cane, her shadowy eyes fixed on Nancy Clark.

Nancy Clark realized her behavior just now was a bit odd. The original host had lived here for five years—how could she suddenly forget her own rent?

"I’ll rent," Nancy Clark said. "Give me a two-day grace period."

"End of the month at the latest," Mrs. Harris said. "Are you having another episode?"

Another? Another episode?