Jax revved his motorbike, feeling the roar of the engine in his chest as he raced across the desolate wasteland.The scorching sun beat down on him mercilessly, making him sweat under his jacket. He had been riding for hours, searching for something to scavenge.He wondered if the stories he had heard were true. Stories of the times before the world turned into a hellhole, when nature was abundant and beautiful, when cities were marvels of technology and culture, and when people lived in peace and prosperity.But those stories seemed like fairy tales to him, relics of a forgotten past. It had been ages, maybe even eons, since the cataclysm or whatever it was that nearly wiped out humanity.Jax couldn't imagine what that time was like, nor did he particularly care much. All he cared about was surviving in the harsh reality of his present. A cruel reality, where he became enslaved by the Hive. This thought alone filled him with a burning rage, yet knew that any actions against his oppr

The next morning, Jax woke up, feeling a mix of restlessness and anger. He grumbled as he reluctantly slurped down his tasteless breakfast.It was a nutrient-packed goo that passed for sustenance in this twisted place. He had to choke it down three times a day, just to keep himself going.With a heavy sigh, Jax prepared himself for another day of struggle and left the outpost. He remembered yesterday's encounter with Fletcher. That lunatic was driving him up the wall. Even after telling him that he kept being assigned to the areas that were already explored, Fletcher didn't listen. It was like he wanted him to fail. Jax couldn't understand what animosity does he have with him."And why did those fuckers get so upset when I asked permission to explore the further lands? Didn't they take captives for that purpose in the first place?" Jax was still confused at their abnormal reactions.The Hive's insatiable appetite for resources and power was infamous across the wasteland. They never c

The screen flashed, overwhelming Jax with an avalanche of tiny text."What's all this complicated mumbo-jumbo?" Jax groaned in frustration. "Couldn't they make it simpler?"Squinting his eyes, Jax skimmed through the paragraphs like a speed reader on steroids. It felt like deciphering an alien language. He could read it but it was hard to fully grasp.Amidst the whirlwind of words, Jax caught a glimpse of the Interdimensional Trade Commission (ITC), a shady entity calling the shots.The idea of earning rewards got Jax's attention. He could sell his stuff, tackle tasks, and complete quests to earn credits.However, the marketplace came with its fair share of risks, shady items, sketchy users, and the need to build a good reputation.Jax frowned as he read that ITC wouldn't take responsibility for any mishaps—he had to own his choices.The marketplace had no strict regulations. It was a free-for-all, where anything and everything could be bought or sold.However, a rating and review sys