It doesn’t look like a cleaning center, more like a securities center. A woman in professional attire noticed her. The woman had her hair in a bun, delicate features, and looked like an assistant. The young lady hurried over apologetically, “Sorry, there are quite a lot of people.”

“It’s fine.”

“Are you Nancy Clark?” The young lady glanced down at the panel in her hand and said gently, “I’m the center assistant, Evelyn Grant.”

Surname Fang? What a beautiful surname.

“Don’t worry, the first day isn’t hard. Just follow the instructions and you’ll be fine.”

As Evelyn Grant led Nancy Clark along, she spoke rapidly, “The probation period is just one day. If you pass, you’ll be officially hired the next day.”

Nancy Clark sensed that they were desperate for staff, offering jobs as quickly as they handed out offers—this was way too fast.

Evelyn Grant led her into a meeting room. “Let me explain the salary structure: base pay is five thousand new dollars, you only need to work three hours. For every extra hour, you get an additional one thousand new dollars. Commissions are calculated per item, with different rates for different levels. Basically, you can make over ten thousand.”

Nancy Clark was dizzy from all the numbers. So much money, truly a lot of money.

But based on Nancy Clark’s experience, if they introduce the salary before the job description, the work is definitely tricky.

Nancy Clark asked, “May I ask what the job entails?”

Evelyn Grant was extremely efficient—she’d just rattled off information like a machine gun, but now she suddenly stopped. She put away her smile and looked at Nancy Clark with a very serious expression, making Nancy Clark a bit nervous.

Is it that hard? What kind of thing do I have to deal with?

Evelyn Grant lowered her voice and asked gravely, “Miss Clark, are you afraid of monsters?”

Huh? That’s it?

Nancy Clark spoke up, “…Not really.”

To be honest, she’d seen plenty.

Chapter 2: Work

Monsters?

In Nancy Clark’s original post-apocalyptic world, all human cities had been overrun, and hordes of zombies were just outside the door. Want to see some fresh monsters? Just step outside and you could rub shoulders with them.

Evelyn Grant’s expression was quite something—she probably hadn’t expected that answer, and for a moment her face looked a bit odd. Was this newcomer really so fearless?

She was supposed to follow protocol, give a long explanation about what monsters were, then play some videos and show some data.

Usually, listeners might break down, get confused, or become scared, and Evelyn Grant would have to comfort them. But Nancy Clark showed none of that—she was completely at ease, talking about monsters as casually as discussing wholesale cabbage at the market.

Evelyn Grant was uncharacteristically silent for two seconds, then continued with the process, “Are you afraid of corpses?”

Nancy Clark answered conservatively, “Not really.”

She’d seen too many corpses before—human, zombie, and some things she couldn’t even identify. Seeing a corpse was like seeing a streetlamp to her.

Evelyn Grant paused. No wonder she was “chosen” by “it.” Regardless of her abilities, Nancy Clark was certainly brave. She’d already been screened by “it” once; Evelyn Grant was just going through the motions now.

Evelyn Grant: “Being brave is good. You can start working.”

Nancy Clark: “…That’s it?”

She thought there would be some kind of test.

Evelyn Grant: “Technically, our work isn’t very difficult. The only requirement is courage—not afraid of blood or gross things, able to handle pressure, and in good mental health.”

Nancy Clark paused, then asked in a low voice, “Body collection?”

Evelyn Grant: “You could put it that way. You’ll be cleaning up the scene.”

As expected—asking if she was afraid of monsters and corpses, it was clear she’d be dealing with those things. Nancy Clark quickly summed it up: first, this world had some kind of mysterious monsters—she didn’t need to know what exactly.

Second, the corpses of these monsters needed to be specially collected and brought back.

The job wasn’t hard, no interview required, onboarding was this simple—so it must be a logistics role. This kind of job usually didn’t require direct confrontation; just follow behind the main team and pick up the leftovers.

In her previous life, Nancy Clark had lived every day on the edge of death. This job was ridiculously easy for her.

“With such a high salary, you can’t find people?” Nancy Clark asked.

Three hours for five thousand new dollars—by the website’s calculation, that’s over ten thousand a day.

In a wasteland world where most jobs had been replaced by robots, this kind of job would have people fighting over it.

Evelyn Grant sighed, “Not many people meet the requirements. Most can’t handle it. Our longest-serving employee has only worked eight and a half years. Many switch careers after just three months.”

Nancy Clark: “Why?”

Evelyn Grant looked troubled. “If you do it too long, you tend to go crazy. That’s why we’re always hiring.”

Nancy Clark: “Go crazy?”

“Yes,” Evelyn Grant gave a wry smile, “Most people just can’t take it mentally. But we monitor employees’ health. When you can’t handle it, the center will step in and stop you. But don’t worry, we never force anyone to work. If you get hurt, we’ll cover treatment, and after you leave, you’ll get a monthly pension.”

It sounded cruel, but there was a hint of organizational warmth.

“That’s why our probation period is only one day. If you can handle a day, you can handle the job,” Evelyn Grant said.

Nancy Clark asked, “What about robots?”

It sounded like there was some kind of mental field—if humans were affected, robots should be fine.

Evelyn Grant: “They short-circuit.”

Nancy Clark: “?”