Zelda woke up to a sharp 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 that she was no longer in that zombie-infested world.

Ten days ago, when Zelda had just infiltrated the mission site and targeted a walker hiding behind a car, she heard the ticking sound of a bomb countdown behind her.

5,4,3,2,1

Boom!

At the moment of the explosion, Zelda was too late to find a cover and only felt a wave of weightlessness before she lost consciousness. She woke up to find herself lying in an abandoned garbage room, it was even raining acid that day, and the sky was a dim, grayish color.

Her abdomen was in excruciating pain, a piece of iron embedded in her abdomen and dripping with blood.

Out of instinctive desire to survive, Zelda crawled to the vending medicine with all her strength and spent all the money she had to buy a strong healing agent. After stopping the bleeding, she stumbled back to her residence according to the original owner's memory.

This was a wasteland world, where eighty percent of the land had been polluted, and humans could only survive within the high walls to fend off the attacks of monsters outside the walls.

Not too bad, at least it is good that there are still high walls and she doen't has to face the crisis head on.

The previous world was completely overrun by zombies, and she was exhausted to survive, unsure if she would see the sun next day.

The wasteland world was at the top of the technological scale, with powerful healing agents, genetic enhancers, and nutrients.

There is also an  ......AI system.

When she first woke up, she was bound to an AI purification system. She had nothing in her last life, and when she first got the AI she thought she had finally changed her fate, and looked at the system interface for a long time.

Name: Zelda-Scott

Age: 19

Education: Bachelor of Mechanics

Status: Fifth Class Citizen

Talent: Unknown

Direction of Alteration: Unknown

Degree of Alienation: Unknown

Physical Strength: Unreinforced

Spiritual value: 100 (20 for ordinary people)

The next columns are all grayed out and need to be activated by the host. It seems that apart from the high spiritual value, nothing else stands out. In other words, it was a newcomer's system interface that was as simple as it could be, and there wasn't even a newcomer's gift bag.

The system had issued the main quest: purify the polluted land and rebuild the homeland.

Huh? Seriously? Why not just send her to die directly?

Don't promise me the moon, when you're faced with an impossible task, you just want to get into the goblin mode. Zelda has no will to live, she even thinks the world is fake and the system is a bullshit.

Go the hell, I'm tired.

Zelda basically didn't leave the house for the past ten days, and only took nutrient supplements to survive, but unfortunately, reality didn't seem to allow her to lie down flat.

"Zelda open the door!"The person waiting at the door was getting impatient, "Open the door or I'll pry it off!"

Zelda opened the door with a gloomy mood, outside the door stood an old woman who was only 110cm in height and suffered from dwarfism, she was the landlord, Weimar .

Weimar tapped the ground heavily with her cane, "Pay your rent Zelda, you are many days past!"

Rent?How can someone charge rent for such a shitty place??

"How much?"Zelda asked.

Weimar gave her an odd look, "Twenty-four thousand Shellum* (The New World Currency) for a total of twelve months rent."

"What??" Zelda suspected she had heard wrong, her have totally only 700 Shellum in account.

"Twenty-four thousand."Weimar repeated.

Zelda gasped, what a wretched wasteland world, a world where people have to pay the rent for 12 months adds 1 month deposit in one lump sum?

"If you don't pay, just move out of here, there are plenty of people wanting it."Weimar nudged the ground with her cane, a pair of shadowy eyes staring at Zelda.

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It only occurred to Zelda that she had just acted a little strange, because the original owner had lived here for five years, how could she suddenly not remember her rent?

"Of course."Zelda said, "But please allow two days."

"Until the end of the month at most," Weimar asked, "Are you crazy again?"

Again?Crazy again?

Zelda sensed from just a few words that the original owner was mentally ill, something that seemed to be known to everyone, not a secret, or at least that her amnesia and inability to remember the rent was normal in the eyes of the other party.

Zelda simply played the crazy, "Well, lately it's always a headache."

Weimar was really convinced and didn't ask more questions.

Zelda: "I'll definitely give the rent to you at the end of the month, please don't look for anyone to see the room these days."

A lot of things about the original owner hadn't been clarified, and once she was evicted, she didn't even have a place to stay.

Weimar gave her a mean look, "You should better not die in my house."

Zelda frowned, she had accidentally met Weimar that day when she came home covered in blood, maybe in her eyes she might have attempted suicide.

Before Weimar left, she said, "Don't forget to check the bills at the door."

Zelda poked her head out, there were all sorts of payment notices posted on the door, utility bills, property bills, management fees, taxes and so on.

Zelda tore off the dozen of payment notices and did some simple maths, she owed the various management about 8,000 Shellum in bills, 24,000 Shellum in rent, and daily expenses.

It's a long way to start off in debt. I wish I could die and reborn again.

She went back to the house clutching the payment slip, not having gotten her act together for so long, she'd stopped thinking about her tasks long ago. Avoidance was shameful but useful, the system hadn't made any more prompts for so many days.

Zelda sat in front of her desktop, the oversized screen was considered high tech in her day, in this day and age it could only be considered an antique.

It was so old-fashioned that less people were still have it, except in District 103.But because it was old-fashioned, Zelda had little difficulty operating it.

She opened the job site.With her extensive "work experience" in the past, there must be a lot of weekly jobs that would make her money fast, or she could just go back to her old one.

The job boards were so diverse that Zelda couldn't even read some of them.There are tens of thousands of jobs listed, so there are plenty of opportunities, Zelda thinks optimistically.

Someone is hiring mercenaries. Zelda's eyes lit up and she almost wanted to furtively apply on the spot.

I'm a professional! Pick me!

An efficient, not a show-off, guaranteed employers all satisfaction. But the window popped up immediately after she clicked in, and the mandatory condition required a third class citizen or higher.

Fk! She's stuck with the civic rank.

All citizens of the wasteland world are genetically mass-screened at birth, categorizing people based on screening criteria.Unfortunately, Zelda's genetic screening failed, and she was categorized as a fifth-class citizen.

It was only then that she realized there was an option in the upper right corner, which could automatically filter out suitable positions. She entered her personal information, the citizenship grade and the academic credentials, and then clicked on the filter to match the job.

Bing bing…

After the search engine page refreshes, hundreds of pages of search results vanished, leaving only one page.

Zelda: "......"

There were at least ten options on each page all prioritizing people with work histories.In the end, there were only six that matched her, all of which were attendants, assembly line workers, and courier jobs.

Zelda carefully browsed. Wait! This job is not bad, an average of three hours five thousand Shellum, and there is a commission?

Is this a ...... cleaner?

Zelda read carefully, but there is really not much information.

Cleaner recruitment:

The work is related to clean up the garbage, 5,000 Shellum for each 3 hours, commission awarded on a case-by-case basis.

The website automatically calculates the average salary, which is ...... 25,000 Shellum? What kind of garbage are worth 25,000 Shellum? Is it collecting corpses?

An average salary of 25,000 Shellum, regardless of age, gender, education and citizenship level? No matter how you look at it, it just looks a scam! However, federal law requires that job postings must be truthful, and job fraud is punishable harshly. With such a generous offer, Zelda clicked on the sign-up, even if she had to try her hand at corpse collecting.

Boom!

Congratulations! You have been admitted!

Zelda: "....."

Unbelievable, that's so easy. Not even an interview? I bet they're probably afraid that someone might regret it that's why they have a 100% accepting rate. But it's too late for her to regret it now, because there's a new email in her inbox and she got the offer.

The appointment was at 6:30 p.m., the work place was near the incinerator in District 103, its name was District 103 Cleaning Center. Zelda froze when she saw the name of the company, surprisingly it wasn't some kind of scam, she followed the navigation and walked into the door of the cleaning company, there was no receptionist, only a robot to guide her.

The robot pressed the 49th floor button for her, the building had three hundred and sixty floors, the highest floor was hidden in the clouds and couldn't be seen at all.

Ding.

The elevator opened up towards the sides and Zelda froze as she took in the sight… what a cacophonous chaos.

The lobby was crowded and noisy, everyone had mountains of paperwork on their desks, the employee closest to Zelda was throwing a tantrum, " Don’t tell me what was there, just let me know if you can do it!"

The other two were arguing, sputtering like two boiling kettles, "Why didn't you tell me before the application failed up?"

"Who was the idiot started the A program?!"

This place didn't look like a cleaning company, it looked like a stock floor. A woman in a professional suit spotted her, her blonde hair was meticulously coiled behind her head, her features were exquisite, she looked like an assistant by the looks of it, she ran over with apologies, "I'm so sorry for letting you come up alone, I was too busy to pick you up.""It's fine, the robot brought me here."

She put down the light-brain interface in her hand and spoke softly, "I'm Valerie Palmer, Senior Assistant and the HR at the Cleaning Center, it's nice to meet you Zelda."

"Don't worry, the first day won’t be hard, you can just follow the instructions."

Valerie said quickly as she guided Zelda along, "The internship is just for one day, and if you pass, you'll be transferred the next day."

Zelda sensed that they interviewed employees as eagerly as they sent out offers, but wasn't that a bit too eager?

Valerie led her into a conference room, "This is the salary structure of this job, the basic salary is 5000 Shellum, as long as you work for three hours, for every extra hour of overtime, the salary will increase by 1000 Shellum, the commission is calculated according to the number of pieces, different prices for different grades, basically, you can get more than 10,000 Shellum."

Zelda stunned by the numbers, feels that she gonna be rich very soon!

However, in Zelda's experience, if HR tells the salary first, it's basically a sure bet that it's a tricky job. Zelda asked, "May I ask what the job description is?"

Valerie having crackled on for a while, and now there's an abrupt pause.She curbed her smile and looked at Zelda with an extremely serious gaze, and Zelda was a little nervous at her look.

Was it hard?What kind of shit to deal with?

Valerie lowered her voice and asked with a heavy face, "Miss Scott, are you afraid of monsters?"

Huh?That's it?

Zelda spoke up, "...... Not really."

To be honest, she's seen a lot.