[Urban Fantasy]+ [System Glitch]+ [Anything Can Be Polished]+ [Feel-Good Power Fantasy]+ [Misunderstood as a Master]
Burdened with a million yuan in debt, I transmigrate into the body of a small scrapyard owner. Then the System insists the place is the ruins of an ancient artifact-refining sect?
A wrench becomes the [Sky-Grasping Hand], a worn-out tire becomes the [Wind-Fire Wheels], and I refine a broken refrigerator into the [Nine-Turn Ice-Soul Cabinet], freezing the gangsters who show up to collect my debt!
My rival hires a demolition expert, so I pull out a “Nokia-brand” [Heaven-Suppressing Seal] and use it as a brick to fry his CPU!
Military bigwig: “This ‘divine metal’ is impervious to blades and bullets, comparable to vibranium!”
Me: “Oh, I took that car door off a scrapped Santana.”
Later, when an alien fleet arrives at Earth’s doorstep, I fish a “frying pan” out of the scrap heap and smash their mothership to pieces with one whack.
The whole world is stunned: “You call this guy a scrap collector?”
The humor elements in the novel relieve the tense plot and make people laugh even in the excitement!!!
Five-star support comes first