In just four or five days, Lou Feng had come to a harsh realization: workhorses were called that way because a workhorse’s life was not fit for humans! Seriously!

People sitting comfortably in air-conditioned offices, sipping coffee behind their desks, would never see the blood, sweat, and tears of life on the production line.

The workload in the Recycling and Processing Department was brutal, like something straight out of a sweatshop. To keep up with quotas and deadlines, everyone worked rotating shifts around the clock.

The work had never stopped. Even then, contaminated materials waiting to be processed piled up into mountains. If someone slipped for even a moment, the mountain would grow out of control.

Spirit matter contamination happened almost daily. Even with every possible safety precaution in place, one...