The straw broom scraped against the cold, broken granite of Vault #1’s sub-basement.
Scritch. Scratch. Scritch.
Ancestor Tian Li paused, leaning his aching back against the splintered handle.
He was breathing heavily. His hands, once soft and pampered from fifty millennia of counting jade currency, were now covered in painful red blisters.
His neon-yellow debtor vest was smeared with black soot, brick dust, and grease.
Yet, the fabric continued to glow with cheerful, unrelenting brightness in the gloom:
[TAICHU GALACTIC VOLUNTEER DEBTOR — CURRENT GOODNESS: -91/100]
Over the past three days of sweeping, his Goodness Score had actually ticked upward by seven points.
