Inside a shack built from sheet metal, Yan Huan carefully removed his gas mask and took a tentative breath.
"Whew... huh?"
The air still carried a faint scent of rust, but it was mixed with a fresh fragrance.
It was hard to imagine anything smelling nice in a hellhole like this...
"How is it? Doesn't it smell much better than outside?"
Plastic Bag handed Yan Huan a wooden cup, then picked up a plastic bottle from the table, unscrewed the cap, and carefully poured him a little liquid.
"Grandpa sprays a little perfume he makes from flowers here every day. Lots of guests choose to rest here."
"Is this a drink?" Yan Huan raised the cup and carefully examined the liquid inside.
He sniffed it. The scent was somewhat unfamiliar.
"It's Cactus Juice. We use it to entertain guests. We usually can't bear to drink it ourselves."
Plastic Bag took out another bottle wrapped in black cloth from the other side and poured out a water-like liquid.
"Is that filtered water?" Yan Huan asked.
"Mm, yes." Plastic Bag picked up her cup and took a small sip. "So you came here specifically to protect me?"
"I came to sell Fiji cups."
"..."
"I thought I only ordered security services in the dream." Plastic Bag looked at Yan Huan strangely. "You came here on your own. There won't be any extra charge, right?"
"If I wanted to charge you, you'd still need to have money."
Yan Huan took a sip of Cactus Juice and looked at her.
"When you pick through that pit every day, how much do you make?"
"Are you asking about everyone together, or just me?"
"Just you."
"Ten Credits."
Plastic Bag answered,
"Grandpa gives me ten Credits in living expenses every day now. I already think that's