Nancy Clark sighed. She wasn’t contaminated; she was just feeling melancholy. She had clearly planned to live a laid-back life after being reborn, but ten days after her rebirth, she had completely ignored the tasks assigned to her by the system.

What a load of crap about purifying the homeland—whoever wants that pie can have it. Who knew that even if Nancy Clark ignored it, the system could still forcibly initiate it.

The last train of Line 1 had disappeared; the source of contamination might be inside.

Nancy Clark asked, “What’s the contamination level inside?”

The helmet actually had the function to test and calculate contamination levels, but Nancy Clark didn’t know how to use it.

Nathan Thompson had already instinctively started acting as Nancy Clark’s sidekick. After a series of operations, he gave an accurate figure: “Level is 71%.”

Nancy Clark said nothing.

Nathan Thompson thought she was considering it, but in reality, she hadn’t understood. As a rookie at garbage cleaning, she had no idea what 71% even meant.

Nathan Thompson made a rough estimate. “This might be a D-level mission.”

No idea how the tech department had rated it as E-level; it was obvious the demon hunter hadn’t completed the task. According to the demon hunter’s code of conduct, when leaving, a demon hunter must ensure that all contaminants within a one-kilometer radius are dead.

Nathan Thompson muttered, “The demon hunter really didn’t do a clean job.”

Nancy Clark gathered her thoughts and asked, “I have a question.”

“What is it?”

Nancy Clark: “If contaminants can interfere with channel signals, how do demon hunters communicate?”

A team wants to kill contaminants, but as soon as they enter the area, the signal is cut off. That’s not conducive to teamwork, yet demon hunters seem to have a high success rate.

Nathan Thompson sighed at her question. “They use a different channel from us, and it’s barely affected by mental contamination.”

Contaminant spores could pollute machines and networks; demon hunters must have better resources.

“We don’t have that?” Nancy Clark asked.

Nathan Thompson sounded even more resentful. “Resources are limited, so priority is given to them.”

Nancy Clark: “……”

They really were second-class, these garbage cleaners—worst resources, worst weapons, not even any care from the organization.

If their work was safe, that would be one thing, but this was clearly not safe at all!

Nancy Clark looked at the open subway doors in front of her and asked, “Generally, how long does it take for the rescue team to arrive?”

Nathan Thompson thought for a moment. “They just left. According to protocol, it’ll take at least half an hour for them to come back, and our contaminated area is already sealed off—they might not even be able to get in.”

They were trapped below, and the tech department at the cleaning center surely already knew, but it would take half an hour for the demon hunters to arrive.

“So it’s just us?” Nancy Clark asked, unwilling to give up.

Nathan Thompson nodded emphatically. “It really is just us.”

The laid-back Nancy Clark gave up hope.

Nathan Thompson thought for a moment and asked, “How did you sense the contaminant just now? Do you have a danger premonition ability?”

He was a bit curious—Nancy Clark’s reaction was a full minute faster than his, even though he was a veteran. How did she know?

Nancy Clark was baffled. “What danger premonition? Didn’t you hear it?”

Nathan Thompson: “No, I didn’t.”

Nancy Clark: “……”

Nancy Clark didn’t have any premonition ability—at most, she was just more alert. If you had to count it, it was a “skill” she brought from her previous life. She’d spent half her life fighting zombies in the zombie world; as the zombies evolved, so did she.

Her marksmanship, skills, and vigilance far surpassed ordinary people. This was the precious “legacy” she’d honed over ten years.

In other words, Nathan Thompson had grown up in a technological world and was overly reliant on machines. As long as his detectors didn’t go off, he couldn’t sense danger.

But Nancy Clark had grown up in a zombie world, where nowhere was truly safe—one slip and you were dead. Suddenly, Nancy Clark looked at Nathan Thompson as if he were a delicate flower in a greenhouse.

Nathan Thompson could also sense the gap between himself and Nancy Clark, and asked a bit sheepishly, “How did you know I wanted to be a demon hunter?”

Nancy Clark glanced at him, thinking Nathan Thompson was really naïve—it was written all over his face.

Nancy Clark replied perfunctorily, “Just a guess.”

Nathan Thompson: “You’re really smart.”

Nancy Clark: “……” She didn’t feel complimented at all, thanks.

“Are we going in?” Nathan Thompson pointed at the open subway doors.

Nancy Clark and Nathan Thompson had to survive at least half an hour, and during that time, they had to make sure they didn’t get mentally contaminated. Otherwise, by the time the rescue team arrived, the two of them might already be idiots.

“Do you want to go in?” Nancy Clark shot back.

“Uh…” Nathan Thompson: “Not really.”

Employee Handbook, Rule Three: When encountering living contaminants, remain still and wait for rescue on the spot. Nathan Thompson had received professional training, and his instinct was to follow the cleaner’s handbook.

“I’m going in,” Nancy Clark said.

She wasn’t going in to die—she was going to complete the task assigned by the system. If the source of contamination was inside, eliminating it was the only way to survive.

After speaking, Nancy Clark didn’t hesitate at all. She stepped into the train car.

There were gray things crawling inside the car. As Nancy Clark entered, her figure disappeared into a mass of writhing unknown creatures, as if she’d been swallowed whole.