With a Rusty Knife in Hand, Even a Useless Person Can Kill a God!

The iron slag yard of Panshi City, the ten years of the waste-blooded Lin Mo. He dug for food in garbage dumps, slept in acid rain, and endured all the looks and curses. Until Zhang Long crushed his only thought - the rusty knife left by his mother. "Those who are useless are not even worthy of having garbage!" The rusty knife wrapped in rags trembled and buzzed in his arms, and ten years of accumulated humiliation and rage broke down the dam of reason. When the rusty blade was unsheathed for the first time, it slashed towards the man's neck. No one in Rock City knew what kind of terrifying beginning the Blood Waster they despised had grasped.