Aurora Miles.

Seeing this somewhat familiar name, the three of them were stunned for a moment, but quickly remembered that this girl is the daughter of the old worker who wrote intelligence diaries.

A young girl only in her tens, suffering from a rare disease.

The three initially thought that a girl like her, lacking strength and practical experience, should be genuine cannon fodder in the dangerous mine, incapable of creating any value just like those workers who quietly disappeared in the mine tunnels.

But now, it seems they underestimated the girl.

Even in a desperate situation, Aurora still left behind intelligence of uncertain usefulness.

[My name is Aurora Miles, I am the daughter and only relative of Carter Miles. My father disappeared two months ago in Mine No. 23 and has remained missing ever since, leaving only a diary of uncertain authorship]

[Although he conveyed to me through others that he did not wish for me to get involved, I couldn't help it. Father is my only relative in this world and the reason I can stubbornly survive. I must find him, even if it's his corpse, to uncover the cause of death]

[So I secretly slipped out of the hospital, converted my savings into special equipment, and sneaked into the mine when the guards were inattentive, to begin my exploration]

[The reason for leaving this diary is to learn from my father]

[Though he was just a small miner, his character was resolute and he taught me since young to hold sympathy and responsibility for "classmates" and to be willing to leave things of value]

[So I simply recorded everything I see and hear, even if I die here, I can leave behind some reference intelligence for those who come later, just like my father...]

[Cough cough, I've digressed. In short, this diary will continue until I can no longer hold a pen]

[My equipment isn't very advanced, only civilian-level full protective suit along with a three-proof mask, but I feel this is sufficient. Different levels of protective clothing have similar physical properties, just the filter cartridges differ. If one cannot physically block it, changing cartridges won't help]

[I walked all the way down the passage, roughly covering a distance of 1 kilometer, then I found a large area of fungal carpet, with pink mist permeating the air. I tested these substances with portable equipment and found no anomalies]

[Continued walking for 3 hours and found a blue-clad worker at a dim corner, but judging by the deformed physique, it seemed to have transformed into a monster]

[I thought I had disguised myself well and evaded several monsters but eventually still got caught by one]

[But this guy was interesting, it didn't attack but instead played a game of truth or dare with me]

[After I passed the game, it didn't attack me anymore, and all the other monsters began to ignore me as if considering me one of their own]

[Because of this, I could approach them closely, get near them, and then study them]

[I originally thought these workers were miners from the same period as my father, working for the Tiger Head Heavy Industry Group, but when I saw their clothing, I realized something was amiss]

[These miners were wearing cyan-blue uniforms, a chemical materials uniform produced 30 years ago in the forties, mainly composed of "Kamosi Command"]

[Back then, this new material was the flagship product of the giant company "Collette Chemical," touted as affordable, durable, breathable, resistant to crushing and piercing, and an extremely advanced labor protection material]

[Collette Chemical promoted their products across major Nest Cities, and upon release, it received praise from companies and workers, sweeping the industrial market in no time as a standard for frontline workers]

[However, nobody at the time, including Collette Chemical, expected that though "Kamosi Command" itself presented no dangers, once coming into prolonged contact with human sweat and blood, it would mysteriously transform into another substance — "Kamosi Command"]

[This extremely dangerous chemical substance is not only highly addictive but also disrupts the protein structure in the body, causing irreversible mutations and drastically reducing the lifespan of the wearer]

[The first batch of victims appeared in New Calendar 2044, and hospitals at the time diagnosed this bodily mutation as being influenced by radiation and Death Domain materials, not linking it to the "Kamosi Command" uniform]

[Until more frontline workers were sent to hospitals, people finally realized that the problem lay with the clothes they wore day in and day out]

[Some workers began to file lawsuits, yet Collette Chemical silenced all opposing voices with the best lawyers and company military]

[Eventually, this incident even triggered the forties' largest worker uprising, but against the war machine, flesh and blood could only be crushed naturally...]

[In the end, Collette Chemical dusted off its hands, leaving millions of workers affected by the "Kamosi Command" uniforms to burn in iron and blood, leaving only worthless ashes]

[The giant corporation even relied on its power in the internet world, erasing all online records, so the incident is now only orally transmitted among workers, I heard about it from my father]

[Cough cough... I digressed again. In short, these workers originally shouldn't be here because "Kamosi Command" has a very strong spreading ability, no less than a viral plague, so once a worker's body is affected by "Kamosi Command," he would be driven out of the factory]

[Could they have come here spontaneously? But why would they turn into monsters? What connection do they have with this mine?]

[I cannot figure it out, but... they always seem to mutter incessantly, I don't understand their murmurs, but I suggest later listeners to listen, maybe some intelligence can be gleaned]

[This diary is temporarily concluded here]

[Lastly, I would mention that the fungal carpet slowly devours most objects, even papers, pens, computer chips, steel, ceramic, unless perpetually moving objects are immune]

[So, I tore this diary and placed it in the blue-clad workers' pockets, so it can be long preserved]

[If you can see this diary, it means you beat them, and won't be attacked when encountering these workers again, easily obtaining the diary]

[In summary, I wish you all good luck, and wish myself good luck too...]

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