Dawn God Ruins: Start with a Scrap Recycling Station

Name: Dawn God Ruins: Start with a Scrap Recycling Station
Author: Have Your Own Idea

by Have Your Own Idea

ongoing Urban Urban Supernatural Male Lead

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52Kwords14chapters

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Ch. 14 — The First Trial of Zanpaku (Part 1)

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[Rebirth Ability System Counterattack] In 2035, the red moon volleyed in the sky, and the world suddenly changed. Eighty percent of humanity has become bloodthirsty, and cities have been reduced to ruins. The survivors established a new order within the high walls, the awakened ones took control, and the mortals became ants. And I, Su Ye, was reborn three hours before the disaster. There is no awakening S-level talent, only a weird [Superdimensional Waste Recycling System] bound to it. When all the reborn people are hoarding supplies and hunting the initial monsters. I pushed open the iron door of the scrap recycling station in the south of the city that was on the verge of closing down. "Ding! Recycle a rusty kitchen knife and get [Zanpakutō Shallow Strike Embryo]" "Ding! Recycle ten sections of used batteries to synthesize [core components of Thunder Magnetic Mecha]" "Ding! Recycle the incomplete "Three-year College Entrance Examination and Five-Year Simulation" and unlock the [Initial Fragment of the Omniscient Sequence]" While others were struggling in the wilderness, I synthesized mythical weapons at the scrapyard; While others were fighting for a piece of bread, I used recycled instant noodle buckets to build an interstellar nutrition capsule; The top awakened person that others admire is the homeless person I recycled yesterday. Until the blood moon comes again, and the gods and demons from outside the territory tear apart the sky. I'm sitting on an eternal throne composed of used refrigerators, tires and second-hand computers, and standing behind me: The cleaning lady holding a modified broom, the old man riding a tricycle, and the cat-eared girl who is always digging through the trash can. "Everyone." I raised the muzzle of the cannon modified from the recycling bin to the evil gods in the sky: "This store recycles old gods, ancient demons, and fallen civilizations. No counter-offers are allowed." This is the scroll of the King of Scrap, which is my acquisition notice to thousands of planes. "From today on, our store will buy all your fear, despair, and corpses by the pound."