บท 1161: Creator

Year 501 of the Black Iron Calendar.

On the White Continent, Clement stared enviously at a recruitment poster in his hand.

"As long as you are one of the Creator's chosen ones, you will be able to serve the company, receive an ecological district villa, and enjoy preferential treatment… Unfortunately, I'm not a 'chosen one' but merely one of the ordinary scavengers!"

He looked into the distance.

The boundless continent was only black and white, with no signs of life or energy.

Only in the ecological district behind was there a bit of greenery that was pleasant to the eye.

Unfortunately, only the upper class could enjoy such beautiful scenery.

A lowly scavenger like him could only wander the Ruined Continent like a mouse, searching for useful items in ruins to exchange for clean water and food.

It had been a hundred years since the Outer God invasion.

But for the White Continent, this was merely the start of the calamity.