Chapter 111-I Clean Up Garbage in a Wasteland World

Chapter 111 The Forsaken Village (XV)

Beyond the first Protective Wall.

Some Demon Hunters had been injured this time. But since they were injured beyond the wall, they couldn't return immediately and had to receive medical treatment from the Garrison Troops first.

The Demon Hunter squad rested in place, waiting to rendezvous with the Cleaners while processing the paperwork for re-entry through the wall.

They were resting inside a sealed building belonging to the Garrison Troops. The environment was relatively safe, so they could remove their helmets.

Fan Minghua's brow was tightly furrowed. The Sanitation Center's team leader was named Lu Xingqiao, and she was responsible for getting everyone back inside the wall.

Lu Xingqiao had been busy for a while handling the wounded. She asked: "The Cleaners still aren't back?"

Four hours had passed. Normally, collecting Contamination Spores should take two to three hours, yet there hadn't been a single word from them.

The last message Lu Xingqiao had received was that the collection was complete but some Cleaners had died. She'd been silent for a moment before the other end quickly said they couldn't bring back the bodies—only some personal effects and critical data like the chip cards inside the helmets.

Lu Xingqiao had quickly agreed, telling them to return as fast as possible and not lose any more people.

They absolutely had to make it back safely.

The return route was an hour at most—no longer. But after that last transmission, Lu Xingqiao had completely lost contact with the Cleaners.

Fan Minghua: "Three of my soldiers have lost contact too."

The entire team had gone dark. Not a single person—neither the garrison escorts nor the Cleaners—could be reached.

Compared to Lu Xingqiao's worry, Fan Minghua was calmer. He just kept his brow furrowed, showing no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

Lu Xingqiao understood. The psychological pressure of surviving beyond the wall was immense for garrison soldiers. Others might think Fan Minghua was cold-blooded, but she completely understood.

"Could they have accidentally entered a Contamination Zone?" someone asked.

That was the best explanation. For the entire team to go silent, something unexpected must have happened.

Lu Xingqiao had always been responsible for bringing Sanitation Center employees home. She'd been doing this for a long time.

There had been cases before where an entire Cleaner squad was wiped out. It wasn't frequent—Lu Xingqiao could recall two instances. Was it happening again?

An all-Cleaner squad with not a single Demon Hunter present, entering a Contamination Zone in the wild—that was practically a death sentence. The kind where you didn't even need to bother recovering the bodies.

A Demon Hunter nearby said: "I heard Zhu Ning is on this team."

"She's entered a Contamination Zone again?" Another Demon Hunter exclaimed. "She might as well just do our job."

This was officially recorded in the Sanitation Center's mission logs—Zhu Ning's third time entering a Contamination Zone. Though the probability of entering one beyond the wall was inherently higher.

Demon Hunters used to look down on Cleaners, but ever since Zhu Ning appeared, people paid special attention to her, eager to see how she'd break through this time.

If there was a type of person born to shatter the rules, it was someone like Zhu Ning.

He took a sip of water. "With her there, it should be okay?"

Zhu Ning had made a name for herself at the Mechanical Oceanarium. She was extremely capable—her presence was oddly reassuring.

"How is that okay?" Lu Xingqiao immediately countered. "She's only one person, no matter how strong she is. Imagine leading over a dozen Cleaners out of a Contamination Zone yourself—could you handle it?"

The gap between Cleaners and Demon Hunters was a chasm. No matter how powerful Zhu Ning was, she couldn't solo an entire Contamination Zone. She didn't have a single capable person under her command.

Last time she'd had the entire Grey Eagle Squad at her disposal, surrounded by people at Chu Ling's level. Now her teammate was Li Nianchuan.

How do you drag a dozen people out of there?

This was nothing like the Mechanical Oceanarium. No suitable teammates, no logistical support, not even communication equipment.

Most critically, this was beyond the wall. Contamination Zones could stack on top of Contamination Zones. You could easily stumble into something and escape one zone only to walk straight into another trap.

Without beyond-the-wall survival experience, you were simply marching toward death.

The Demon Hunter paused mid-sip. Putting himself in her shoes, he realized his own survival rate might actually be higher going in alone—bringing others along would make escape far more difficult.

Their Demon Hunter helmets were equipped with human-machine interface devices, and even Lu Xingqiao had one on her temple, allowing her to receive direct instructions from Prometheus.

But the Cleaners on this mission hadn't been equipped with any of that.

There simply weren't enough devices, and nobody had anticipated trouble. Prometheus had assessed the mission risk as relatively low. After comprehensive consideration, that's how the configuration had been set up. So what had gone wrong?

Where was the problem?

Had Prometheus's algorithm made an error? The whole thing was too bizarre.

Lu Xingqiao urgently contacted the Sanitation Center and reported the situation. The Center's technical department hadn't yet produced an emergency response plan.

Lu Xingqiao hung up the call and turned to Fan Minghua. "Can you take us there?"

They still had Demon Hunters available, and the vehicles carried fresh equipment. Things weren't that dire.

If they could locate the exact Contamination Zone, they might be able to force it open from the outside. Even if they couldn't enter, they could at least gather some clues.

Fan Minghua gave a bitter smile. "You know our rules."

The missing weren't just Sanitation Center employees—there were also three garrison escorts. But they had to accept this protocol. Missions came with high risk.

Lu Xingqiao was anxious. Fan Minghua's heart wasn't made of iron either, but years of this had ground down his edges. When he'd first joined, he would have objected. Now he had none left.

Rescuing people who'd stumbled into a Contamination Zone had an abysmally low success rate. Beyond getting more people killed, it served no purpose.

Every garrison soldier carried complex emotions, never knowing when they'd lose a comrade, always feeling like everyone around them was simply unlucky.

Lu Xingqiao gritted her teeth. She knew all of this, of course. But it meant watching her colleagues die. She'd been through it before, and now she had to go through it again.

Was there truly nothing she could do?

......

Boom—!

Zhu Ning opened her backpack. They'd been issued ignition devices that, with simple modifications, could form a makeshift flamethrower.

Since these were bugs, they had to have weaknesses. Most bugs feared fire. Zhu Ning felt a pang of regret—if only Pei Shu were here, she'd essentially have a walking fire source at her side.

After she ignited the flame, the Contaminants trying to approach recoiled violently, their skin wrinkling on contact.

They really did fear fire.

Zhu Ning wasn't the only one who thought of using fire. Out here in the wilderness with no pesticide equipment, most people's first instinct would be fire. Li Nianchuan could think of it too.

But Li Nianchuan's eyes went wide. He'd assumed Zhu Ning was trying to use fire to repel the bugs—then watched in disbelief as she went further and further off-script. She straight-up set the great locust tree on fire.

A whole tree was the best fuel source. Bolstered by the intense heat, the flames raced up along the vines.

Fire blazed skyward. The burning wood crackled and popped, glowing redder than the setting sun.

All their equipment was finite—every bit used was a bit less. And Cleaners' gear was already inferior to Demon Hunters': more self-defense items, fewer offensive weapons.

If they'd only used fire for small attacks, it wouldn't have lasted long. Better to just torch the whole tree.

Once the great locust tree was ablaze, the bugs inside writhed frantically. The attacking Contaminants instinctively curled their bodies.

The firelight did have a repelling effect—the Contaminants didn't dare approach. But with the high-temperature blaze, how long could Zhu Ning and the others, as living humans, endure?

They couldn't stay in one spot forever, could they? Without finding the Mother Worm, everything they did was a cornered beast's struggle, until they exhausted everything.

The great locust tree burned behind them. The bugs inside sounded like a broken record: "I want want want... want want... your body..."

If Zhu Ning had thought of it as an un-extinguishable birthday candle before, now it wasn't just un-extinguishable—it was malfunctioning.

The Contaminants retreated. Some had already fled. Bugs were more sensitive to high temperatures and backed far away at the sight of flames.

They watched from a distance but didn't dare come close.

The burning locust tree became the safest spot in the area. Li Nianchuan assumed Zhu Ning would rest here briefly to strategize.

But Zhu Ning lit a torch and, under Li Nianchuan's gaze, moved.

She walked toward the house nearest to the locust tree.

It seemed to be Old Zhang's house. Old Zhang's face had been pressed against the window, almost oozing through the glass. His body had no warmth—no condensation on the windowpane.

Zhu Ning held the torch close to the glass. Old Zhang squinted as if he'd seen a ghost, his face contorting. Zhu Ning saw a bug flash across his eyeball before burrowing desperately back into his body, seeking a safe nest.

Most bugs preferred cool, damp environments. Old Zhang's face twisted grotesquely. He bared his teeth and let out a howl at Zhu Ning, forced to retreat step by step from the window and the fire.

Old Zhang had a human face. Seeing a pained expression like that, most people would instinctively hesitate—it looked too human, almost like murder.

Li Nianchuan stood nearby watching, his brow furrowed the whole time.

Zhu Ning's wrist dipped, and the torch ignited the fence in front of Old Zhang's house, the wooden front door, the lanterns hanging beneath the eaves.

Sprayed with accelerant, the fire blazed far more fiercely than usual. In an instant, Old Zhang was engulfed. The bugs in his eyes tried to flee his body. His face twisted as though he were a real human being trapped in an inferno.

Old Zhang screamed—a human scream.

Zhu Ning didn't spare him a glance, raising the torch and heading straight for the next house.

Xu Meng frowned. Zhu Ning had definitely been inside Contamination Zones many times before. Newcomers in Contamination Zones always struggled to overcome the hurdle of killing "people." Zhu Ning showed no extra reaction whatsoever.

Xu Meng asked: "You're going to burn down the village?"

Zhu Ning's approach was truly reckless. She was like a demolition crew—walking in and torching the place.

Zhu Ning walked and burned. "Yes. Help me out."

Shengxin had fought back once. She'd been on the verge of suicide—had already looped the noose around her neck. She'd stepped off the edge, then pulled her foot back.

She'd shouldered a gun, intending to take the bugs down with her. What had she done?

Bugs feared fire. The Mother Worm had its eyes on Shengxin and wanted her body. If Shengxin fought back, she would have taken action.

"Jiang Ping" had only said Shengxin's counterattack failed but never explained how she'd fought back. The houses in the first world had blackened outer walls. The village in the second world showed burn marks everywhere. Shengxin's small wooden cabin had black walls visible through gaps in the vines, plus smoke-stained windows. Afen's house had the same mottled black walls. The locust tree's trunk also looked scorched—bark wrapped around charred wood.

Li Nianchuan had checked Shengxin's pockets. Her belongings consisted of only three items: a note, hand-rolled cigarettes, and matches. As a chain-smoking, hot-tempered old woman, she'd carried a fire source on her.

Shengxin had already reached the point of wanting to die. Facing a worm, how else could she fight back? Zhu Ning guessed she'd burned the village. All the villagers were already infected. This village had no reason to exist anymore.

At that time, Shengxin had resolved to go down fighting—take the worm with her in mutual destruction. So she'd taken up a torch and set the village ablaze, house by house.

The great locust tree by the entrance. Old Zhang's house. Familiar neighbors. One by one, set ablaze.

The village that had watched her grow up was burning. It was like how people flush water into weasel dens—to force creatures hiding in burrows out, you set fire.

Once upon a time, an old woman had carried a torch and burned this village. Now the torch had been passed to Zhu Ning's hands. Seventy years later, the one fighting back was Zhu Ning.

There was no way back to the first world from here. The last option was to go all in—burn the boats, fight to the death.

There were surely things about Happiness Village that Zhu Ning still didn't know. She planned to retrace Shengxin's path.

Zhu Ning: "Give me a hand, Captain."

Xu Meng realized what Zhu Ning intended. There had always been a brute-force approach to escaping Contamination Zones. They hadn't considered it before because they were shorthanded, under-armed, and simply couldn't pull off a brute-force clear.

Zhu Ning was truly bold. She wanted to burn this place down. At the very least, a more cautious person like Xu Meng wouldn't have taken this route so readily.

Xu Meng, as an experienced veteran, warned: "If your plan fails, we'll die here."

Li Nianchuan was stunned too, struggling to keep up with their reasoning. Burning the village was meant to flush out the Mother Worm.

If the village was set ablaze while the Contamination Zone remained sealed, it was the equivalent of starting a fire inside a sealed jar. If the Mother Worm didn't emerge, the three of them would most likely perish in the flames.

Truly perish in fire—the kind where there was nowhere to run.

The fate of these writhing Contaminants would be their fate. Whether Zhu Ning's actions saved people or dug their own graves depended on a single decision.

And the bugs here were like countless eyes. Zhu Ning's every move was under surveillance. Whatever she planned to do, the bugs would surely guess it.

She'd lost her element of surprise. No matter what she tried, it would be within the enemy's grasp.

Zhu Ning: "That's why I need your help. I can't do this alone."

The other Cleaners were in the first world. The rhythm of the Contamination Zone was more or less the same everywhere. Jin Tao's side wouldn't be faring well either. They'd be lucky to survive—forget about finding the Contamination Source.

The only person Zhu Ning could rely on was right here. Xu Meng had definitely been a Demon Hunter before, or her abilities came close to that level.

Xu Meng frowned. Zhu Ning's words carried subtext—it wasn't just about helping set fires. There was something more important she wanted to entrust to her.

Trust between them was nonexistent. The only reason they hadn't fought was objective circumstances holding them in check.

Li Nianchuan was the mascot that maintained balance between them. Once they escaped this Contamination Zone, they'd probably need to settle their respective issues.

Under these circumstances, Zhu Ning actually wanted to partner deeply with Xu Meng—the kind where they entrusted their lives to each other. Wasn't she afraid of a knife in the back?

Xu Meng felt she'd spoken too soon. Zhu Ning truly wasn't afraid of death.

Zhu Ning watched Xu Meng quietly, waiting for her decision.

Trust her, and together they had a chance to survive.

Xu Meng said nothing. Beside them, Li Nianchuan was already in motion. He'd immediately grasped the situation—not because he thought Zhu Ning's plan was brilliant. In fact, Zhu Ning hadn't even explained the plan.

But he trusted Zhu Ning. Just like with the Fishmen, the Oceanarium, and the Giant Yellow Flower.

He trusted every choice Zhu Ning made, with a touch of blind faith. Even if what lay ahead was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, it didn't matter. Even if Zhu Ning sent him to his death, it didn't matter.

Li Nianchuan began helping Zhu Ning set fires.

Xu Meng frowned. Zhu Ning was forcing her to choose. A Contamination Zone was an independent space-time, practically another world.

They had to abandon all prejudice and cooperate if they wanted any chance of survival.

Flames engulfed the entire forsaken village, including the locust tree at the entrance. The houses here were connected to each other, and in moments the fire reached its peak intensity.

The towering flames merged with the sunset on the horizon. The sky looked as if the fire itself had stained it red.

From within the houses came screams, one after another. Being burned alive was the cruelest torture for a human. It was the same for bugs.

In that moment, the forsaken village became a living hell.

Thick black smoke billowed. Visibility dropped to less than three meters. They wore Cleaner Protective Suits—the suits had both diving and fireproof functions.

[High-temperature environment detected. Initiating cooling.] The helmet's internal system announced.

[Oxygen levels critically low. Oxygen tank activated. Maximum support duration: thirty minutes.]

[Cleaners, please evacuate immediately.]

The helmet system's voice was utterly cold—even less warmth than Prometheus. It was just a machine, reporting frigid data.

From the data on the Interface, the helmet's mechanical voice had effectively pronounced Zhu Ning's death countdown.

Zhu Ning had triggered the most dangerous path. Without a miracle, in thirty minutes she would suffocate and die here.

The fire she'd released would ultimately burn her.

Zhu Ning was making a gamble—just how badly did the Mother Worm want her body?

To solve the problem, she had to find where the Mother Worm was hiding. In a village this large, it could be hidden anywhere—in tiny gaps between houses, beneath stones, or inside someone's corpse.

Trying to find it through conventional means was like searching for a needle in a haystack. And with its spies everywhere, it could flee before she even got close.

She didn't even know what the Mother Worm looked like.

So she had to think differently. Zhu Ning would be the bait.

If it wanted to inhabit Zhu Ning's body, then like a buyer who wouldn't want a defective product, it absolutely wouldn't let Zhu Ning harm herself. It wouldn't allow a single hair on her head to be damaged.

Could it parasitize a corpse? A charred body? Ashes?

If Zhu Ning burned to a pile of ash, what would it parasitize?

It would come.

The helmet display showed oxygen levels dropping. Five minutes had passed.

The Protective Suit had shut down its temperature sensors and activated fireproof mode—but that didn't mean she couldn't feel anything.

In twenty-five minutes she'd burn to death. And not just her—she was dragging Xu Meng and Li Nianchuan down with her.

Crackle, crackle. Houses and trees burned with loud snapping sounds. The air reeked of scorched flesh. If this Contamination Zone ever needed to be contained, they probably wouldn't need to collect rotting flesh—just charred corpses.

The three of them stood in place, doing nothing. To an outsider, this would look idiotic—no different from waiting to die.

They were waiting to die.

Could the bugs comprehend this?

Visibility grew worse. They were engulfed in thick fog. Xu Meng beside her had already stopped breathing, and Li Nianchuan, out of trust in Zhu Ning, hadn't said a word.

Zhu Ning couldn't sense their presence. It was as if she were the only person left in the world—and that was nearly the truth. The thick fog wrapped around her completely. She couldn't see anything.

Ten minutes.

Ten minutes had passed. If Zhu Ning had bet wrong, the price she'd pay was the lives of both Xu Meng and Li Nianchuan, trapped and burned here.

Not just the two of them—all the Cleaners in the first world who'd trusted her would perish here as well.

And the most terrifying part was that they would die, but Zhu Ning might not. She would "survive."

The worm would enter her body and return to life inside the wall under her identity. It would enter the Sanitation Center. It would reach deeper into human society.

It would walk into the Noble Queen Shop and chat with Song Zhizhang. It would embrace Lin Xiaofeng.

Given its intelligence, perhaps no one would notice anything off about "Zhu Ning"—just like no one had noticed anything off about "Jiang Ping." In places no one knew about, the occupant of this body would have changed owners twice.

Perhaps it would even complete Zhu Ning's unfinished business. Would it uncover the truth behind the original owner's death?

Could it fuse with the System?

So Zhu Ning had to kill it. She had to win this bet.

What had Shengxin done before she died? How had she fought back, and how had she failed?

Zhu Ning couldn't help but think about this. The old woman had hunted all her life. The last thing she needed to hunt wasn't some fierce beast—it was a tiny worm.

A cunning worm with a frighteningly high degree of human mimicry.

Shengxin didn't know where the worm was hiding, but as a hunter, she would set a trap. She would wait for the worm to take the bait—just like Zhu Ning was doing now.

Fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes had passed. Already halfway. Time was running out.

Normally, panic would set in at this point. But Zhu Ning's mind remained steady. She wasn't panicking—still relatively calm.

But something inside her body was stirring. She could feel something throbbing at the back of her neck. The black slime inside Zhu Ning's body was deeply restless. It extended dense black tendrils that gripped her spine.

As if still judging whether its host was fit.

The slime had been coexisting with Zhu Ning for several days. She'd been trying to tame the parasite inside her, and just when she'd started making progress, the reins seemed to be slipping.

She could feel the black slime's agitation—it was even more impatient than Zhu Ning.

Quiet, Zhu Ning told the thing inside her body, gripping the invisible reins. Now was not the time for it to appear.

Shengxin had been a hunter. Now Zhu Ning was one too.

She was like a seasoned hunter who had to be patient, concealed beneath cover, lurking in silence, suppressing every breath, becoming one with nature, waiting quietly for the prey to emerge.

The hunt was long. You might wait hours and never see the prey appear, returning empty-handed.

What the hunter had to do was seize that one instant—the moment the prey emerged from its burrow was the moment to strike.

Eighteen minutes. Only twelve minutes of oxygen remained.

Ding—

[Basic Talent Danger Sense triggered. 30-second advance warning sent. Please stay alert.]

The familiar System sound rang out. This was the first time since leaving The Ant Nest that the System had given her a danger alert.

It was strangely reassuring.

Zhu Ning had many parasites on her body. They feared the death of this experimental subject even more than she did.

Danger Sense gave her a 30-second head start. Those 30 seconds were her edge.

It was here!

Through the thick fog, a tentacle as thick as a wrist suddenly appeared—red, like one end of a worm. It parted the smoke as it hurtled toward Zhu Ning.

"Now!"

Zhu Ning's shout had barely left her lips when Xu Meng's blade struck in the same instant. She was a consummate assassin. Through the cover of smoke, her knife fell with pinpoint accuracy—squelch—piercing through the tentacle and pinning it to the ground.

[Use Pigman's Guillotine?]

This was Zhu Ning and Xu Meng's first coordinated strike at this level. At the same moment, Zhu Ning activated her Contamination item. A guillotine blade materialized out of thin air—100% hit rate—and cleaved the tentacle clean in two.

Visibility was terrible. Zhu Ning could barely see anything—she only heard a wet squelch—

Pus erupted from the worm's body. Beneath Xu Meng's blade, the worm went limp, its internal fluids leaking out before dissolving into tiny crawling insects.

Xu Meng breathed deeply, her blade tip resting against the ground, not entirely sure what she'd just killed.

Was that the Mother Worm? That easy?

Silence. No one spoke. The only sounds were the roaring flames. The Contaminants' cries of agony had long since ceased.

But as the fire burned on, the sounds of buildings collapsing under their own weight became another kind of wailing.

Crack—

A sound came from somewhere far off. Zhu Ning couldn't see, but she guessed it was the great locust tree splitting in two.

She'd once watched trees burn. A large tree could burn for a very long time. The interior of the trunk would be hollowed out by fire, countless tiny sparks flickering inside—like a galaxy.

The locust tree split apart. A broken branch crashed to the ground with a dull thud.

Ten minutes.

The System showed only ten minutes remaining—their remaining oxygen. If they didn't destroy the Contamination Source within ten minutes, they would die here.

Not a single Contamination Spore had been released so far.

"I want your body." She heard a sigh drifting from the direction of the locust tree.

It wasn't dead.

Zhu Ning's heart lurched. I want your body—like a curse, and the only thing it ever said.

The locust tree had been scorched to look like some kind of crystal. Inside its stump, bright sparks swirled. Within the burned-through core, something was writhing frantically.

The flames couldn't burn through their shells. Instead, the fire had forged them harder. Countless worms squirmed.

I want your body.

Dense fog surrounded Zhu Ning on all sides—far too thick, unnaturally so. Thicker than any normal fire would produce. Visibility plummeted.

She was lost in a sea of mist.

Xu Meng had just been right beside her, but now Zhu Ning couldn't even make out the silhouettes of Xu Meng or Li Nianchuan.

Had the mission failed? Not yet. There was still one last chance.

Zhu Ning remembered Xu Meng was to her right, probably within two meters. Before she could take a step, her entire body froze.

Something was behind her.

Not Xu Meng or Li Nianchuan—something else. Wet, slimy, soft-bodied. It made a low hissing sound as it squirmed.

Because of the fire, its breathing produced an eerie heat.

It was right behind her. Zhu Ning could feel the hot waves generated by its breath.

The heat washed over the back of her neck.

A mass of tentacles unfurled in the smoke, like a colossal monster opening its maw behind her. Inside its mouth were countless tiny teeth. A worm grown large enough became something beyond human comprehension.

Beneath its jaws, Zhu Ning looked impossibly small—truly like an ant.

If her plan had been to lure the snake from its hole, she seemed to have succeeded. But this creature was far more enormous than she'd imagined. She had made contact with an unknown organism.

She held her breath. The monster's teeth seemed to tremble—quivering with tiny feelers at the prospect of a delicious meal.

Then it swallowed her whole.

Bang!

Li Nianchuan's ears twitched. He heard something strange to his left. Xu Meng heard it too—she could pick up unusual sounds, but could only determine the direction, not what had happened.

Zhu Ning had been silent for a long time. Xu Meng had assumed Zhu Ning would change her mind and devise a new plan, but she'd waited and waited with no word.

She was actually going through with this.

The fire grew fiercer, the temperature ever higher. Xu Meng slowly edged to the right.

Suddenly, she bumped into something. Xu Meng's hand was already gripping her blade, but then she felt the person behind her trembling.

"Li Nianchuan?"

Li Nianchuan's voice was shaking the entire time, as if afraid of disturbing the unknown creature in the smoke. He kept his voice barely above a whisper: "Where's Zhu Ning?"

Xu Meng turned around. Zhu Ning was nowhere to be seen. In the fog, they couldn't tell which direction was which, but they could clearly feel that one of their companions had vanished.

Countdown: nine minutes.

The helmet display coldly showed the remaining oxygen. This was the countdown to their deaths.

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Author's Note:

Paying off my debts! Two chapters' worth of bonus content from the NutriStim milestone has been combined into one. Things I didn't explain today will be covered tomorrow. This arc is almost over~

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