Wasteland Development Diary.

Chapter 532 I want to report!

Wang Fengwu lived a peaceful life in Fangcao Town.

He doesn't smoke or drink, never overeats, is single, lives a disciplined life, and has the face of an ordinary man in his thirties.

As a barber, his business in town wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either.

Because of the affordable prices and consistent skill, both men and women like to come here for a trendy haircut.

The barbershop is only open five days a week, and it has to close on the other two days.

Many customers asked him, "Barber, do you really make money doing business like this?"

Wang Fengwu just smiled and said, "It's just about making a living."

Someone else said, "Do you want a wife? I can introduce you to one."

"Need not."

Wang Fengwu said, "It's nice to live a carefree life on my own."

Sometimes he would suddenly say that his stomach hurt, then he would hang a sign outside the small shop he had converted from his house that said "Out of town," and then rush to the large toilet in the back room, where he would stay for an hour.

Everyone knows that barbers don't have very nice butts.

Wang Fengwu didn't care about the various opinions from the outside world.

Just to make a living.

Whether you're a barber or a substitute, it makes no difference.

The whole world is nothing more than a giant grass town.

Wang Fengwu hung a "Closed" sign on the door, then went to the backyard and began tending to the flowers and plants.

Many years ago, when he was a child, he loved flowers and plants. He would often sit alone in a haystack, daydreaming or sleeping, while the other boys would fight with wooden swords and bamboo spears. He was always laughed at for being timid and was even given the nickname "Scarecrow".

Being a straw man isn't so bad.

Wang Fengwu thought this way at the time. He indeed did not have a strong competitive spirit, and most of the things he did were neither very purposeful nor something he absolutely had to do.

Just make do.

He originally thought that a straw man like himself should have an ordinary life, and at most the thrill he would encounter would be being killed by thieves, or dying tragically in poverty and serious illness.

However, fate played a game with him that you would never guess.

How did I become someone else's proxy?
The less skilled you are at something, the more there seems to be a force compelling you to do it.

Wang Fengwu was trimming the pyrethrum with scissors.

Although it is winter, Fangcao Town is not cold at all.

According to ancient classifications, this area belongs to the Arusha region of Tanzania, Africa, with an average temperature between 13-25°C. Only the very high-altitude mountain peaks—such as the nearby Mount Kilimanjaro—receive snowfall; the rest of the area enjoys a mild climate year-round.

An old man passing by greeted him: "Young barber, here's some of the freshest coffee beans, roasted at home. Remember to keep them safe from getting damp."

The other person put down a small bag wrapped in banana leaves and said with a smile, "Last time you did my granddaughter's hair, she really liked it."

Wang Fengwu waved his hand to express his gratitude.

Then he continued tending to the flowers and plants.

I've been busy for a while.

Wang Fengwu suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked up.

Streaks of light slowly appeared in the clear sky, forming two triangular structures in the clouds.

An immense sense of oppression enveloped the area like a wave of air.

Wang Fengwu looked puzzled.

How did the supervisors get here?
They should be in outer space orbit.

What happened?
Could it be that celestial beings are about to descend again?

wrong.

I didn't hear a thing.

Or is it that some kind of life form has emerged on the ground, which is considered to be highly compatible with the Celestial Cells, so the Overseers are directly capturing it for this reason?
High in the sky, the Overseer's massive beams of light blotted out the sun, locking the entire sky and transforming it into a series of three-pronged, woven net-like structures.

Its target is Fangcao Town.

Wang Fengwu pondered, but there wasn't anyone particularly special in the town.

He has lived here for over 160 years, but due to his non-existent nature, the townspeople are completely unaware of this.

The elderly man I just gave coffee beans to is someone I've watched grow up. He went from a baby covered in red blush to learning to walk, then running around everywhere, and finally growing up, getting married, having children, and growing old...

The townspeople all grew up under his watchful eye, and he took care of each of them to some extent.

They couldn't remember Wang Fengwu's past, but they all felt a strange sense of closeness to him, and that was the reason.

Mental memory may not be able to be activated, but muscle memory does not lie.

Wang Fengwu pondered.

Is it that chicken farmer, Adou?

He always manages to raise very large and delicious chickens, and I can't figure out his talent. Could it be him?
Or is she a female bartender at the pub?
She never gets drunk no matter how much she drinks, and no matter how much she drinks, she never has an unpleasant smell of alcohol on her body, which Wang Fengwu finds very concerning.

Or perhaps it's Xiao Gao, the gravedigger?
Although his name is Xiao Gao, he is actually a 69-year-old man who is deaf, so he cannot hear other people's secrets. Xiao Gao has liked to talk to corpses since he was a child, but it is unknown whether he can really talk to them or whether they are just ghosts imagined in his mind.

Wang Fengwu was unsure.

Even in such an inconspicuous town, there are some incredible things happening among ordinary people. Although they are all small things, even the light core cannot unravel their secrets.

But it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with me.

The overseer appeared from the sky, causing the townspeople on the ground to look up and discuss among themselves.

They had never seen anything like this before.

"This lightning is actually quite beautiful, with a checkered pattern."

"It's a pity we didn't have a photoprinter, otherwise we could have taken the picture."

"Is it going to rain? Should we go back and bring in some laundry?"

"It should be a dry thunder; it's not even dark yet, so it won't rain."

The townspeople watched the strange phenomenon in the sky with great interest.

Wang Fengwu's gaze swept over them.

Who exactly has drawn the attention of the oversight body?

Like a grid of lightning, the overseer suddenly trembled violently, and the clouds in the sky were instantly evaporated and dissipated by the high temperature, as if it were angry.

What's the situation?
Is it a malfunction? Or is the body feeling unwell?

Wang Fengwu was completely baffled.

The agents and the supervisors are two separate systems. The supervisors are responsible for monitoring and observing the Earth, while the agents carry out the missions given to them by the celestial beings. The two have no overlap whatsoever.

The most troublesome thing is that the supervisors are not communicable, like emotionless machines, and their behavior is unpredictable. They are also Transformers, which is like a mountain pressing down on the agents.

Just as various thoughts flashed through Wang Fengwu's mind, the Supervisor resumed its steady glow, which made him feel slightly relieved.

Looks like everything's alright.

Those who are just trying to make a living are most afraid of any major changes in the current situation.

He suddenly sensed something was wrong.

I can't move myself.

That supervisor seems to be... after me?

Its entire body turned a deep blue, entering a high-energy state. Dazzling lightning descended from the sky, erasing Wang Fengwu and the garden from the ground.

All that remained was a large, smoking crater.

The townspeople rushed over, trying to search through the smoke for any possible survivors inside.

"Oh no... the barber has been struck by lightning and killed!"

"The people were all burned to ashes!"

"The barber got struck by lightning!!"

The crowd immediately gathered around. The townspeople discussed the sudden and unexpected situation, and most of them expressed great regret.

"The barber was a good person... How could a good person be struck by lightning..."

"Sigh, God is really unreasonable..."

"In this world, why do good people always suffer, while bad people live to be a hundred years old?"

"He hasn't had my coffee yet, what a pity."

Everyone was sighing.

……

When Wang Fengwu came to his senses, he found himself in a world full of pits and holes.

As far as the eye can see, there is only barren sand and gravel land, and the bare mountains are devoid of any flowers, grass, or life.

There was no blue sky or white clouds overhead, only endless darkness; the sky looked as if it had been completely torn apart and dismantled.

The world is destroyed?
Wang Fengwu quickly realized that was not the case.

This seems to be another world.

Because he couldn't sense any living beings here, the energy density was more than eighty times higher than before, there was hardly any air, and it was dry and extremely cold.

Because of the modified gemstone organs, Wang Fengwu could quickly distinguish these differences.

The overseer hovered high in the air, covering the area like a luminous net.

Wang Fengwu was unable to leave the glowing cage it had created.

why?
Why do supervisors bring themselves into this world?

Wang Fengwu couldn't understand it.

Is it because of their own laziness? Are they limiting the number of mutants they receive each year?
No.

That's probably not the reason. The overseers don't supervise the work done on behalf of others; they supervise whether the Earth itself and life on Earth have been damaged. These things are not within their concern or scope of responsibility.

That leaves only one possibility.

They found new replacements and were replacing themselves as agents.

Have more talented mutants emerged?
Or is there a mutant whose strength surpasses mine, reaching Light Core LV4?

Wang Fengwu felt no fear or pain; on the contrary, he felt relieved.

It's finally coming to an end.

Every agent has to go through this hurdle.

He sat on the ground, waiting for death to come.

There was a strange rock nearby that caught Wang Fengwu's attention.

The stone was spinning like a top, but it collapsed to the ground after spinning for a short while, as if it had run out of strength.

After a while, it stubbornly perked up again and continued to spin hard, trying to leave, but no matter what it did, it could only spin in place.

It turns out to be a kind of life.

Wang Fengwu thought to himself, "I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this too, and you've been put under the watchful eye of the supervisors."

suddenly.

He heard a voice.

Do you know why you were arrested?

Wang Fengwu was stunned and looked up at the enormous thing above him.

It turns out the supervisor can talk.

"know."

"I am not capable enough to continue serving as acting."

I'm going to die anyway.

At this point, Wang Fengwu simply gave up and started to slack off: "I never intended to become an agent. You guys forced me to become an agent. I really don't have any skills and I don't like this job. Just destroy me."

The other party remained silent for a moment.

"Want to die? It's not that easy."

"Tell me the truth about all the illegal operations you've done over the years."

This supervisor is actually holding himself accountable.

Wang Fengwu was resentful.

Damn you.

Even in the underworld, honest people are bullied!
I just avoid doing things I can avoid, because I don't want to cause trouble. Those guys are running wild and you don't care, but you're picking on me, the easy target!

Wang Fengwu grew angrier the more he thought about it.

He looked at the stone top spinning in place and felt as if he were seeing himself in it.

If you won't let me have a good time, then nobody else will!

"I want to report him! Number three has been committing serious violations for many years!"

(End of this chapter)