Lin Mo lived worse than a dog in the ant community, making a living by picking up garbage every day.
The chaebol master threw him into the Colosseum for fun, and his opponent was a genetically modified Cracktooth.
Just as the sharp claws were about to tear his throat apart, Lin Mo's lips curved into a weird smile.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry - there are artifacts in another world waiting to be signed for."
The next second he disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the Cracktooth looking around blankly.
Three months later, at an auction controlled by the chaebol, the grand finale was a lost nuclear fusion core.
The moment the masked seller lifted his cloak, the chaebols in the audience were collectively petrified:
"Impossible! Wasn't that kid torn apart by the Cracktooth long ago?"
Lin Mo smiled and held up the space ring that came from the magic plane, which contained a forty-meter-long alloy sword:
"Who wants to try cheating technology from another world?"
