The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 1084 An Ordinary Day

The man carried his daughter out the door.

Above the dome is a constantly operating sun and moon array, with a perfect ratio of dawn to dusk, ideal for adolescent growth and human body repair.

The central waterfall cascades down from above, its shimmering light reflecting off the faint morning glow.

A gentle, spiritual aura permeates the entire residential area, mingled with the fragrance of carefully planted and pruned spiritual plants lining both sides of the circular street, creating a refreshing and delightful atmosphere.

Several furry little animals swept past my feet, their tails stirring up a gust of wind.

Everything was wonderful.

Upon seeing his neighbor, the man nodded and smiled as usual.

"Taking your daughter out?"

"Yes, it's on time."

"Isn't this... a bit too dangerous?"

"There's nothing I can do. She keeps insisting on learning from her father, so I'll just have to be careful today."

The man's smile remained impeccable.

It just looks a bit stiff.

It was the same gesture he made when he hugged his daughter.

If you look closely, you'll notice that he deliberately kept a slight distance between his arms and the child in his arms, as if he wasn't close to the child and even seemed to have a hidden fear.

It's just that no one would deliberately observe it.

"Oh, that's a really good kid who's eager to learn."

The passerby simply said that and then smiled and left.

The man, holding his daughter, rode the funeral ladder upwards.

Passing through layers of living quarters, crossing the Sun and Moon Array, all the way to the end of the waterfall.

The bulkheads there were no longer covered with spiritual plants, nor were there any warm and bright lights; there was only a cold array of patterns, rusted and mottled by the erosion of time.

A row of hatches were embedded in the wall, dark and gaping like silent beast mouths, swallowing people up one after another.

The same applies to men.

The facial recognition light flashed for a moment, and a hatch slid open silently.

He carried his daughter inside, and the door behind him quickly closed, shutting out the brightness and fragrance of the living area.

This is the work compartment of the pipeline maintenance team.

The air was filled with the mixed smells of various pipe liquids and a strong stench of sweat.

There were many people in the cabin; some had just put on their protective suits and were about to start their shifts, while others had just changed out of their protective suits, revealing tired faces.

Seeing the man arrive with his daughter, many people cast concerned glances and inquired about his whereabouts.

The man still offered the same explanation.

"I see. How old are you, child?"

"Six and a half years old."

"It's about time. Think about how we started having to take on tasks and do chores when we were seven years old. Getting exposed to these things earlier isn't a bad thing."

"It might even be helpful for the external examinations."

"Yeah, I don't know what the exam will be about."

"In short, be prepared. If I manage to enter the inner sect, I will definitely treat everyone to a feast."

"That's daring."

"Everyone, just wait."

In the midst of a hopeful discussion, a timid child's voice suddenly rang out:

"Excuse me, aunties and uncles, do you remember what kind of people passed the test in previous years?"

These words immediately silenced the entire room.

Faces turned toward the little girl in the man's arms.

A pair of big eyes blinked rapidly, seemingly just out of simple curiosity.

Someone scratched their head: "That's strange, I really don't remember..."

"It seems like no one in this area has ever entered the inner sect."

"Perhaps it's just that those around us aren't working hard enough."

"That's true. Entering the inner sect is so difficult, there naturally aren't many opportunities like this. It's perfectly normal that they haven't appeared around us."

"Besides, talking about this kind of thing can easily attract jealousy and affect neighborhood harmony."

"Yes, yes, that must be it."

Everyone quickly found an excuse and resumed their friendly, laughing and joking manner, as if the awkward silence from just moments ago had never happened. However, there were still subtle, probing glances lingering on the man and child.

The man quickly smoothed things over: "Oh, my daughter just loves to ask silly questions."

"Your daughter is quite studious. I wish my son were like her," someone joked. "How about... we switch places?"

The man's eyes flickered slightly.

The next moment, he froze.

Because the little hand that was wrapped around his neck was unconsciously pressed against the side of his neck, its fingertips gently caressing the throbbing artery.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he gave an awkward smile:
"Haha, you're really good at joking." Then he abruptly changed the subject, "It's getting late, let's hurry up and get on our shifts."

"You'd better take care of our daughter and make sure she doesn't get all dirty."

"Sigh, don't even think about it. How could we possibly do this kind of work?"

"At least it's not like the engine assembly, which is good enough."

"That's true……"

"Psychological tests tell me that contentment brings happiness."

"That's absolutely right."

In the center of the compartment, a huge light screen scrolled through the maintenance team's task list, densely labeled with pipe numbers, connecting compartments, and risk levels.

The girl's gaze swept across the screen, then suddenly pointed to a line:
"This looks interesting, Daddy, shall we go here?"

The man looked in that direction and saw only an ordinary pipeline maintenance task. The risk level was not high, but the route was complicated, winding around a large number of compartments.

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he dared not ask anything.

He obediently lowered his head and accepted the task.

They then found two wrinkled protective suits in the locker, one large and one small. The fabric was worn and faded, and the patterns were dim. They didn't know how effective they would be.

He put it on himself and then clumsily helped his daughter adjust the buckles of the protective suit.

The girl obediently cooperated.

He then picked up his daughter, left the compartment, used his face to open the door, and entered a narrow, private passage.

Everywhere you look, there are exposed pipes, rusty and corroded patterns, and the humming noise of countless pipes intertwined.

From here, you can connect to various pipes within the fairy boat.

Walk to the pipe number indicated by the task, and scan your face to enter.

The outside noise suddenly fell silent, with only the low rumble of the pipe in front of them, like the pulse of a sleeping beast.

A gentle breeze was blowing from the depths.

It's a pity the man was wearing protective clothing, otherwise I could have blown the cold sweat off his forehead.

The guy in my arms even pretended to be kind and reminded me:

"Dad, why are you all sweaty? Do you want to take off your mask and wipe it off?"

"This is bad, this is bad... The pipes and the void are separated by only one wall, and the eerie energy is severely seeping in. We must be careful..."

"Oh, I see." The girl changed the subject. "Alright, let's get to work."

The man looked at the little girl in his arms with fear in his eyes, as if she were some kind of monster.

His throat tightened: "What...what do you want?"

"It's nothing. Just follow the work process. I'll let you know when I need you."

The little girl smiled innocently.

Only men can see the horror beneath that naivety.

He had no choice but to do as he was told.

He has already learned what the consequences would have been otherwise.

As I remember countless times, I slowly moved through the pipes, checking each part one by one. If the patterns were unclear, I would fix them; if any parts were loose, I would tighten them; and I would clean out any impurities to prevent them from affecting the flow of energy.

He kept waiting for the girl to speak, so he did his work absentmindedly and carelessly.

However, when passing through the pipes between other compartments, he still remembered to be careful so as not to disturb the people inside.

Especially in some of the cabins, which are secluded and important, he dared not act rashly.

Finally, she tugged at his clothes with her little hand.

The man snapped out of his daze, stopped, and looked down at the marked cabin below the pipe. His face turned deathly pale.

"Below are the cabins where those crows—no, the patrol officers' quarters!"

"You... you..."

"Let's go!" the girl smiled. "We've arrived at our destination."