I’m an engineer at a waste incineration plant, and I’ve been bound to a “Scrap Collector Program” that can only recycle scrapped Systems.
Others get god-tier gear from the start, while I start by picking through garbage? No problem. Engineers solve problems without worrying about aesthetics, only efficiency. I charge the undead on an electric scooter like a lancer, hook up a failed tribulation-crossing Heavenly Venerable to a tram to force him back to life, and build a base in another world to kick off hardcore scientific cultivation.
But the more I scavenge, the more I realize something is wrong: every hero’s fate seems to be dictated by a prearranged “plot kill.”
It turns out our world is nothing but a “theater” for higher-dimensional beings.
This time, the actors are going to storm backstage and take back the script.
