Lin Mo, you are a rag collector, you are not worthy of me. "
While his ex-girlfriend's words were still ringing in his ears, Lin Mo found a rusty iron box in the scrap pile.
After opening it, there was only a yellowed note inside:
"Save us...72 Hours countdown to nuclear war... Only you can see..."
Lin Mo thought it was a prank.
Until the next day, news reported that a certain country suddenly withdrew its nuclear weapons deployment.
Lin Mo was stunned.
From that day on, his scrapyard changed——
The broken sword collected sealed the demon god of the world of cultivating immortals.
The pieces of scrap metal collected were the wreckage of an alien civilization's spacecraft.
The old notes collected record lost medical techniques.
Every piece of "garbage" is a distress signal for the world.
And he was the only recipient.
World No. 01: The nuclear war crisis has been resolved.
World No. 02: A plague breaks out and the vaccine has been delivered.
World No. 03: AI went out of control, fixed.
...
World No. 37: The interstellar war is being mediated.
Three months later——
The state came to the door and said: "Mr. Lin, only you can interpret this technology. "
The consortium begged for cooperation: "Mr. Lin, make a price! "
The ex-girlfriend cried and begged to get back together: "Lin Mo, I was wrong..."
Lin Mo smiled faintly:
"Sorry, I'm busy. "
"37 Worlds are waiting for me to save them. "
What others see as rubbish is a treasure in his hands.
The trash that others despise is the savior of countless worlds.
This time, the abandoned man stood on top of the world.
