My Part-Time Life as a System Recycler

"W-Who are you?" The boy sat on the ground, clutching his chest and staring fearfully at the black-robed young man before him. He began to retreat. He had transmigrated to this world only three days ago, and had thought he could rely on the System to turn his life around and reach the pinnacle of success. But the guy standing in front of him had ruined everything.

"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm a System recovery agent."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.