The whole world has descended into a wasteland, and the territory I awakened is a garbage dump.
Other people start with barracks and mage towers, recruiting troops and tackling dungeons.
I start with a busted shovel, and can only trail behind everyone else, picking through their trash.
While everyone laughs at me as the chosen “garbage collector,” I quietly toss the “scrap” they throw away into my disassembler.
[Ding! Disassembled “Failed Tempering: Broken Blade.” You have mastered a god-tier sword technique!]
[Ding! Disassembled “Player Death Recording.” You have perfectly replicated the boss’s ultimate skill!]
[Ding! Disassembled “Scrapped Mechanical Wreckage.” You have rebuilt it into a mobile war fortress!]
They fight bloody battles for the pitiful rewards they get for clearing a dungeon.
I squat outside the dungeon entrance, waiting for them to get wiped out so I can go in and inherit all their “belongings”!
Years later, an apocalyptic disaster descends, and the territories of the powerful teeter on the brink of collapse.
Standing atop a mobile fortress piled high with countless divine treasures and artifacts, I spread my hands helplessly.
“Don’t get the wrong idea. I really did get all this divine gear by scavenging.”
