In a small bar at a random town in America. It was night time, and the lights were low.
This had become the norm in the Shenyuan Era. In order to save on electricity bills, many shops tried their best to operate with only one light.
This would have been unthought of in the past. America was then one of the countries in the world that was 'running on car wheels'. The energy they exhausted in a year was practically countless.
"No! I, David, would never step foot in that damn sanctuary even if I died of hunger, or get scared to death by ghosts, or even get myself eaten by demons and monsters! And I would never get myself injected by that damn management chip!" a young and virile Caucasian shouted determinedly to his companions before he threw a glass of rum onto the floor.
The liquor splashed and the glass pieces flew about, cutting some people on the face which bled.
