Listening to the middle-aged man, Luo Fan nodded slightly and casually placed the ball he had crumpled the thermos into in the cup holder between the two seats.
The middle-aged man continued driving toward the city, while Luo Fan sat in the passenger seat, watching the scenery outside.
As the vehicle entered the city, more and more pedestrians and vehicles filled the roads.
The scenery outside looked exactly as it had before the apocalypse broke out.
Although it had only been two or three years since the apocalypse began, the sights before him gave Luo Fan the feeling that a lifetime had passed, familiar yet strange.
"Say, young man, what should I call you? Are you a magician?"
Perhaps finding the silence in the car a little oppressive, the middle-aged driver smiled and struck up a conversation with Luo Fan.
"Me? I don't have a job." Luo Fan rested his head against the window and answered without lifting it.
"No job? You're unemployed?" Hearing his reply, the middle-aged driver turned his head and took a closer look at Luo Fan.
Luo Fan looked young, only in his twenties. Although his clothes were unlike ordinary casual wear and seemed to be armor made from some kind of scales, he looked clean and tidy, not at all unkempt.
"You're so young. Why don't you find a job?" After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man asked another question.
"It's not that I don't want to. There aren't any jobs for me to find," Luo Fan replied casually.
Indeed, conditions during the apocalypse were different from those before it. Finding a job was naturally impossible.
"That's true. Finding a job really is difficult these days. Even graduates from prestigious universities don't have much of a competitive edge in the job market." Hearing Luo