Chapter 2: The Job Offer

But as soon as she clicked in, a pop-up window immediately appeared, stating that the requirement was at least a third-class citizen.

Damn it! She was blocked by her citizen class.

In the wasteland world, all citizens underwent a comprehensive genetic screening at birth and were classified accordingly. Unfortunately, Kelly's genetic screening didn't pass, and she was labeled as a "defective," making her a fifth-class citizen.

She noticed a filter button in the upper right corner. The website could automatically screen for suitable positions based on her input. She entered her personal information, citizen class, and educational credentials, then clicked to filter and match jobs.

Whoosh—

After the page refreshed, hundreds of job listings disappeared, leaving only a single page.

Kelly: "……"

On that page, ten jobs prioritized males. This damn world also had discrimination. Only six jobs were left that fit her criteria, all of which were nursing, repair work, or nannying.

Kelly scanned through them one by one. Wait, this job wasn't bad. Three hours for five thousand new coins, plus commission?

This was a... cleaner?

Kelly read carefully. The information was too brief. Garbage collector, the job involved sweeping trash. Just working for three hours would earn five thousand new coins, and the commission was awarded based on specific circumstances.

The website automatically calculated the average salary, which was... twenty-five thousand? What kind of trash were they sweeping to earn twenty-five thousand? Collecting corpses?

An average salary of twenty-five thousand, with no restrictions on age, gender, education, or citizen class? This seemed like a scam to lure people in.

Federal law required that job recruitment information must be true; falsification could lead to imprisonment. Collecting corpses was worth a try, so Kelly clicked the application button.

Whoosh—

The website burst into colorful fireworks, congratulating her on the successful application.

Whoosh—

You have been hired by our company.

Kelly: "……"

Immediate hiring? No interview? A hundred percent acceptance rate, as if they were afraid she would change her mind? But it was too late for her to regret now because she had a new email in her mailbox. She had received an offer.

……

The start time was at six-thirty in the evening, and the workplace was near the incinerator in Zone 103. The company was called the Zone 103 Cleaning Center.

When Kelly saw the company name, she was taken aback for a moment. It wasn't some fly-by-night company. She followed the navigation into the cleaning company's entrance, where there was no security check, only a robot to guide her.

The robot pressed the button for the 49th floor. The building had a total of 360 floors; the top floor seemed to pierce the clouds.

Ding—

The elevator doors slid open to both sides, and Kelly was stunned by what she saw—a chaotic mess.

The lobby was noisy, with mountains of paperwork piled on every desk. The employee nearest to Kelly was losing their temper. "Stop beating around the bush and just tell me if it can be done!"

Two others were arguing heatedly, their faces flushed. "How is this my fault? The approval document didn't come down. Can't you be reasonable?" "Whoever started the Class A program, let them take the blame!"

It didn't feel like a cleaning center; it was more like a securities center. A woman in a business suit noticed Kelly. With her hair neatly coiled and delicate features, she looked like an assistant. The young lady hurried over with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, it's just really busy here."

"No problem," Kelly replied.

"Kelly, right?" The young lady glanced down at her tablet and said softly, "I'm Fang Ying, the center's assistant."

The surname Fang—what an elegant name.

"Don't worry, your first day won't be too difficult. Just follow the instructions and you'll be fine," Fang Ying said as she guided Kelly along. "The probationary period is just one day. If you pass, you'll be officially hired the next day."

Kelly sensed their desperation for new employees, just like the speed at which they sent out offers. It was all too fast.

Fang Ying led her into a conference room. "Let me explain the salary structure. The base pay is five thousand new coins, and all you need to do is work for three hours. For every additional hour, you get an extra thousand new coins. The commission is calculated based on the number of items, with different prices for different levels. Generally, you can earn more than ten thousand."

Kelly was overwhelmed by the string of numbers. The pay was incredibly high.

But based on her experience, introducing the salary first and then the job content meant the work was probably challenging.

Kelly asked, "What exactly is the job?"

Fang Ying, who had been speaking rapidly like a machine gun, suddenly paused. She put on a very serious expression and looked at Kelly, making her a little nervous.

Was it that difficult? What kind of thing would they be dealing with?

Fang Ying lowered her voice and asked gravely, "Miss Kelly, are you afraid of monsters?"

Huh? Is that it?

Kelly replied, "...Not really."

To be honest, she had seen too many.

Monsters?

In Kelly's original post-apocalyptic world, all human cities had been overrun, with hordes of zombies wandering just outside the doors. Want to see fresh monsters? Just step outside and get up close and personal.

Fang Ying's expression was quite remarkable. She probably hadn't expected that answer and looked a bit puzzled for a moment. Such a bold new employee?

She had planned to explain at length what monsters were, show some videos, and present some data.

The listeners might have panicked, been confused, or felt scared, and Fang Ying would have had to calm them down. But Kelly didn't react that way. She was completely at ease, talking about monsters as if she were discussing cabbage at the wholesale market.

Fang Ying paused for a moment, then continued with the procedure. "Are you afraid of corpses?"

Kelly replied conservatively, "Not really."

She had seen too many corpses before, human ones, zombie ones, and some that she couldn't even identify. To her, seeing a body was like seeing a streetlight.

Fang Ying paused again. No wonder "it" had chosen her. Regardless of her abilities, Kelly at least had plenty of courage. Since she had already been screened by "it," Fang Ying was just going through the motions.

"Fearlessness is good. You can start working," Fang Ying said.

Kelly: "...Is it that simple?"

She had thought there would be some kind of test.

"Our job isn't technically difficult. The only requirement is to have a strong nerve, not be afraid of blood or gore, have high stress tolerance, and maintain good mental health," Fang Ying explained.