Number tags?
This is prison-style management.
The prison isn't this rift, but this stretch of heaven and earth, this entire world.
After Carson Flores received his number tag, he found an unoccupied cave, which counted as settling his lodging.
Steward Roth had a group of men under him, directing everyone to secure lodging, marking the caves and making records.
No one here had a name, only a code, which was the number on their tag.
4494.
Once lodgings were settled, everyone was gathered again, lined up to receive a full set of tools, and then someone began explaining the work they were about to face.
Because the temperature was too high, this world had no conditions for ordinary members of the Human Race to survive in; even a Cultivator couldn't withstand it, let alone ordinary people.
An ordinary person probably wouldn't last even a minute before being baked dry by the high heat and dying of dehydration.
