Chapter 2: Cleaner

In the bathroom, Yang Bo looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was 1.82 meters tall, weighed 75 kilograms, had black hair and black eyes with a refined appearance. The original owner of this body was 19 years old, having just reached adulthood three years ago. In this world, adulthood begins at 16.

The original owner had followed all the recommended guidelines, so his physique looked perfect, but Yang Bo felt a bit out of place, as if he was occupying someone else’s body.

“I need to find a job. Help me with the search,” Yang Bo said as he finished freshening up.

In this world, even when renting, there was privacy. You didn’t have to sort your trash because you’d pay a fee, and there was no need to follow the suggestions of any smart systems. Renting and buying were quite similar—you’d own the space inside the home and have numerous personal privileges.

The house he was staying in, however, was government housing, so he didn’t have much privacy. They used the excuse of protection and care, but it was mainly due to people dying in these government houses in the past, leading to criticism that the government wasn’t doing enough for vulnerable populations…

“Based on your education level, the job you’re eligible for is a cleaner,” the smart system answered.

“I recommend you visit the community service center, where they will provide more detailed information.”

Hearing the word “cleaner,” Yang Bo started thinking. In this world, the buying and killing of animals were strictly controlled, most animals had micro biological chips inside them. So, being a cleaner might be the best way to test out some traveler perks.

“System Daddy?”

“Activate?”

He silently called out in his heart, but after messing around for a long time, nothing came up, leaving Yang Bo somewhat frustrated.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Yang Bo returned his boxed meal to the fridge, knowing he could just heat it in a microwave whenever he wanted. All the free food was like that.

After eating and dressing up, he left. The door automatically opened as he stepped out.

When he reached the elevator, his Smart Wristwatch guided him to the right one. The elevator doors were already open, waiting for him.

Once downstairs, the streets were wide and clean, with smart cleaning robots working hard. The greenery was well-maintained, and the ground was paved with stone floor tiles.

People moved at a normal pace, though occasionally someone would zoom by on an anti-gravity hoverboard under the envious gazes of others.

The main road was divided into two levels. The first level, under 4 meters of height, was for public transportation, including magnetic levitation buses and anti-gravity taxis.

The second level, between 4 and 8 meters, was for private cars, mostly anti-gravity vehicles. These cars were self-driving. The owner would set the destination, and the car would take them anywhere. Inside the car, they’d control the temperature, humidity, music, and automated doors without lifting a finger.

“This is way too advanced,” Yang Bo muttered as he walked and observed the various modes of transportation. Hoverboards looked like ordinary skateboards but used superconducting anti-gravity technology, so they had no wheels and included handlebars.

Residents wore wristwatches, while those who didn’t were citizens, a distinction that was clear at a glance.

Citizen ranks were linked to the degree of gene unlocking. Once you reached C level, you could learn mecha piloting. B level allowed training with air-ground fighters. A level enabled space battleship piloting. Those at A+ level could even pilot space carriers. As for the legendary S rank, one person could wipe out an entire fleet.

The Galactic Federation was divided into three major powers: the Azure Blue Empire, the Crimson Federation, and the Edin Alliance, where Yang Bo currently resided. These three powers were constantly in conflict yet kept each other in check.

Yang Bo was living in Pado Planet’s Vol City.

The Azure Blue Empire followed an imperial system. The Crimson Federation had a constitutional monarchy, while the Edin Alliance practiced a true federal parliamentary system.

In terms of technology, all three nations were roughly the same, which is why they had stayed so vast over the years.

Regarding gene development, early on there were two schools: the Ancient Martial Arts faction, which focused on unlocking one’s potential, and the Technological faction, which used Gene Injections. Clearly, Gene Injections had a massive advantage and had nearly wiped out Ancient Martial Arts over the years.

“Wang Technology Company releases its 14th generation quantum chip technology.”

“Ping’an Technology Company releases Twelfth Generation Crack Void, a new personal weapon.” Yang Bo saw an advertisement on a blue building.

The weapon was S-shaped, resembling two curved blades merged together without a handle, with a transparent crystal in the middle that radiated alluring fluorescence.

The whole weapon shimmered in gold as it whizzed by in the air, leaving behind a golden streak of light.

Looking at the weapon, Yang Bo shook his head. These kinds of weapons required at least C-level citizenship to use. The crystal in the middle was an energy stone—500 grams of energy stone was equivalent to over 50 billion kilowatt-hours of electricity. The purer it was, the more terrifying the energy it contained.

Ninety percent of the weapon’s build was superconducting material. Inside it was a quantum chip that could connect seamlessly with the biological chip inside a human body, and it also included an anti-gravity system and energy system capable of vibrating tens of thousands of times per second. Unless it encountered a warship’s energy shield, anything else would be as easy to cut through as air.

With a communication system, the user could kill from the South Pole to the North Pole of a planet in mere moments, the duration depending on the weapon’s specifications and the user’s capabilities.

“This thing’s way more impressive than flying swords in those novels,” Yang Bo muttered after reading the ad.

Of course, weapons like this had a weakness—communication systems—so users typically avoided letting the weapon travel too far for fear of it being disrupted. Additionally, such weapons were all registered across the Federation, and most areas prohibited them from being carried in.

At the community service center, there were both robots and live agents. The ladies were very pretty and courteous, but their responses were all quite formulaic.

After consulting them, Yang Bo learned that given his education and résumé, he’d only qualify to be a cleaner, and not even one certified to operate large smart machinery.

Training was done at the community center. Low-level cleaner training was simple, focusing on how to protect oneself, what equipment to wear in different environments, and which cleaning agents to use on various materials. Also, when cleaning for individuals, respecting personal privacy was crucial—no peeking, stealing, or anything of that sort.

The training lasted twelve hours, and Yang Bo was the only trainee, though there were multiple instructors. The twelve-hour duration was fixed.

The food at the training center was noticeably better than what he’d been eating. The meals were freshly prepared, not from some manufacturing line.

The next morning, Yang Bo’s face was calm, but deep inside he was about to explode. His Smart Wristwatch nagged him more than his mother ever did, and unlike his mom’s advice, ignoring it would land him in psychological treatment… probably something like a psychiatric hospital.

To his surprise, after the assessment was over that afternoon, he already had a job offer. A middle-aged, Fatty with silver hair, black eyes, wearing a blue checkered shirt, jeans, and sneakers approached him. He looked about thirty, and with thinning hair, he didn’t seem like a boss.

“Mr. Yang Bo, would you like to join us at An Zhijie Cleaning Services?” The Fatty looked at him keenly. In this day and age, it was rare to see someone looking for a job, and his business needed manual labor, plus they required people with resident status like Yang Bo.

“Mr. Liu, I’d be willing.” Yang Bo glanced over the contract. There was a three-day trial period, and it was signed at the community center.

“Ah, that’s great! Mr. Yang, allow me to treat you to dinner, and I’ll explain more about the work. Our company offers generous compensation.”