Collecting Scrap, I Became the Savior of the Multiverse

“Lin Mo, you’re just a junk collector. You’re not good enough for me.”

His ex-girlfriend’s words still rang in his ears as Lin Mo discovered a rusty tin box in a pile of scrap.

Inside was nothing but a yellowed note:

“Save us... Nuclear war countdown: 72 hours... Only you can see this...”

Lin Mo thought it was a prank.

Until the next day, when the news reported that a certain country had suddenly withdrawn its nuclear weapons deployment.

Lin Mo was stunned.

From that day on, his junkyard changed.

The broken sword he took in was sealed around a demon god from a cultivation world.

The scrap of rotten metal he collected was the wreckage of a spaceship from an alien civilization.

The old notebook he picked up contained records of lost medical techniques.

Every piece of “trash” was a distress signal from another world.

And he was the only one who could receive them.

World 01: Nuclear war crisis, resolved.

World 02: Plague outbreak, vaccine delivered.

World 03: AI out of control, repaired.

World 37: Interstellar war, mediation underway.

Three months later...

The government came knocking: “Mr. Lin, you’re the only one who can decipher this technology.”

A conglomerate begged to work with him: “Mr. Lin, name your price!”

His ex-girlfriend tearfully pleaded for another chance: “Lin Mo, I was wrong...”

Lin Mo smiled faintly.

“Sorry, I’m busy.”

“Thirty-seven worlds are waiting for me to save them.”

What others saw as trash was treasure in his hands.

What others looked down on as junk made him the savior of countless worlds.

This time, the one who had been cast aside stood at the very top of the world.