"What you consume is the polluted mana discharged by the factory, you live in others' Yin and Yang Artifacts, anything that can barely accommodate a bit of thought."
"Every day, you open your eyes to work and close them to return to the Yin Artifacts hosting dozens or even hundreds of people, awaiting the next temporary job."
"It's not that you don't want to think, but in those cramped Yin Artifacts, just storing your memories is already reaching capacity, leaving no extra computational power to run your thoughts."
Zhao Tianxing sighed: "In your work, you repeat day after day, unchanged mechanical tasks, or become filters for cultivators, enduring a flood of data with your thoughts, to sift through data for the employers."
"Outside of work, you are like being stored in a box without windows, without light, without eye remains, the sole purpose of existence being to wait for the next job."
