My inventory was overflowing, my routine was stuck, and Shangri-La City was closing in. I thought I joined a gang just to use a tech recycler, but I quickly realized I was doing more than just clearing space—I was coming home to the legacy I helped build. From an inventory crisis to a long-awaited homecoming, here’s how I found my rhythm again.

I’ve been asking myself a hundred times: 'Why am I doing this?' Between the feeling of burnout and the sudden news that my gang has been dissolved, I've found myself both pointless and tagless. This is an honest update on my journey in CCO and my search for a reason to keep going.

Name’s K4LM3D. I’m right here at our headquarters, recycling some items into scraps. Nothing special, just wanna share my journey and my friends’ at one of the busiest cities in the continent with y’all.

That’s it for now guys. Needed to go for some gang duties.

I apologize for not writing again. A lot of things happened. I'll just continue from where I left off on my second log.

I don’t really know what I should do. Before we met, my mind was a bit messed up.

I remembered how they invited me to join their gang and welcomed me so happily. I was a novice with no friends back then, so I was really glad to talk to them.