After some thought of suicide later I continue to follow the group.

Until we arrived in front of a large mining cave, I could see a large village built surrounding this underground cave.

But with my poor vision, I could see this 'village.' it looks no more different than a junkyard made to hold homeless or slaves.

And I was right.

Moving to the cave closer, I identified more and more people. Thanks to a heat signature, I could see large parts of skin showing through their rag-like clothes. While wearing a choker or large tattoo emits an unknown signature on the back of their neck.

From their appearances, I only described them as slaves.

What kind of place is this despite having the technology to create a machine like me while still using slavery?

"Hey, Andrews! Finally got an automaton ?"

"Yeah, rented this beast with 500 unrefined jades."

At the entrance, the guard called the group's leader for a short conversation.

To pass the time, I checked the Andrews group. There was a total of ten adults and two children, including the leader.

There are three women, seven males, and two children slaves. The male one is about 11 or 12 years old, while the girl is around seven years old from their height. The male is holding a pickaxe while the girl got a bucket almost big as her.

Seeing how the male is watching over the girl, I think they have a relationship closer to siblings.

Both of them were very malnourished. I could notice subling's arms are no thicker than a handle of pickaxe it's holding.

What can I say?

I can confidently say no one beats humans in the category of cruelty and malice.

"Damn, I am envious of you getting the only automata from the newly found dark era vault. Then what about those two ?"

Guard pointed at two kids as if he read my thought.

"Those? Like the usual one, just siblings this time."

"What generation ?"

"5th one."

What 5th generation?

Please, explain to me?

"Fucking idiots, what use of producing when knowing fate anyway."

The man spat towards the siblings with an expression as if he saw trash.

HEY! I don't know what it is, but why children should inherit that kind of thing from their parents?

Oh! I just saw an execution platform that hasn't cleaned it yet.

What kind of sick world did I reincarnate?

Now I am depressed.

Thus I continued to follow Andrews entering the mine.

I don't how it works, but mine was large in size that didn't cave in due to its size.

Going deeper, mine was separated into many different sections, each of them drilled into different directions.

Eventually, me and Andrews group reached the end of the tunnel.

It was about 5m in diameter in size, and observing its used state is in, it already excavated off every mineral and ore leaving behind the useless ones.

"Yeah, I get the feeling this one!"

"Hey! HV!"

"I command you to dig through there!"

Andrew pointed to a spot on the wall in front of me.

Okay, okay, you're the boss.

Using my digging drill, I began to drill further. The drill I used was completely different from the sharp pointy drill I used to know.

It was a cylinder-shaped one that wide as me.

Thus I began my work as a mining automaton.

Every time I extend the tunnel by a few meters, Andrew would stop me, and the groups will start to dig specious ores or stones around the wall then place them in the loader to store in a separate compartment of my cargo.

When the group decides that there is no more or the remaining one is too hard to dig. I receive one of two commands.

Using my small, flexible second drill to collect without damaging or continue digging to another location.

From time to time, I will immediately act like an old 80's tv and shut down in the place when any part of my reaches yellow level.

I don't want to explode into pieces from stress, you know.

Of course, I receive a quite negative, but somewhat amusing reaction from Andrews and his group.

Like right now.

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF JUNK! WORK DAMMIT!"

Just like usual, Andrews is screaming top of his lungs towards me.

Well, his rage is justified in some way because I decided to rest only about an hour later after my rest.

No use of screaming, you know.

Just a way it is previous my engine reached the yellow and this time is my drill and converter.

Who said buying junk without any thought.

HAHAHA!

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I admitted I am junk~.

Now, I am sad.

"Damn junk work! Or I am gonna break you!"

In a rage, Andrews threw a punch towards my side.

What do you think will happen you punch a 30mm thick iron with the only fist?

It broke!...his hand that is.

"AAAAH!"

"Boss, please calm down what use of punching automaton."

"Faaak!"

"Is it broken ?"

"I.I.I think it is."

"Yeah, look at that red I think we need to bind those."

Andrews's group looked at him, who is kneeling on the ground while holding his left hand with pity.

"I, I paid 1350 unrefined jade for this junk!"

At least his comical sight lifted my motivation, also all meters went back to green.

*TRRRrrr!*

"Oh, it turned on again."

With the sound of my engine, the group went back to work again.

As for my fuel, it was just coal.

Of course, thanks to my multi-fuel engine and convertors I can turn it into fuel.

BUT I FUCKING CAN'T!

BECAUSE SOME ASSHOLE DAMAGED MY CONVERTOR AND STOLE MY DUCKING ENGINE FILTER!

With each coal, it damaged my engine and convertors even further.

Just like that, five days passed, without me exploding into pieces.

During those days group didn't leave the mine continued their mining, only taking a break when I shut down to cool my parts.

They even bought their food and blanket so they can eat and sleep in the night.

As for siblings, the boy would dig out the stones while the little sister will collect those stones in her bucket and pour them into my loader.

From time to time, I catch the sight of the brother doing both works while making his sister rest on the ground or a large rock.

Then I noticed the boy would get up in mid of every night and sit in a position similar to the yoga lotus position with his eyes closed.

Is he trying to cultivate or something?

Wait.....

Harsh world, born in a lower class, tasted harsh reality but still kept his humanity, no younger than 13, got a cute sister, never giving up, still trying to change his fate without succumbing to despair.

Isn't he checking all lists for the main character of any kind of Xuanhuan story?

Aren't I gonna witness the rise of mc against his destiny in the first person?

JACKPOT!

Maybe beign a junk isn't that bad after all.