I transmigrated into the owner of a junkyard in a fictional world and got bound to a System. The problem is, the System is harder to deal with than a client, haggling with me every day.
“Can we change the name of the beginner quest? ‘Lu Ban's Secret Manual’ sounds much better.”
System: “...Name changed. Host, you're so hard to please.”
I thought I could just keep my head down and collect scrap, until my legendary father, who had gone missing, left me a god-slaying scheme in the SSS-ranked forbidden zone, Nine Dragons Ruins.
And my teammates are one more headache after another:
Su Jiu'er swirls her wineglass. “Xiao Zhou, I've finished calculating the rift data. Buy me a drink.”
The Valkyrie Qi Huaixing charges in with her sword raised. “Why waste words on that bastard? Let's take him down!”
Elite soldier Meng Jinglan says expressionlessly, “What a pain. Seriously.”
Our mascot, Jin Fugui, holds up a calculator. “Brother Guang, after we finish this job, can we open a hot pot chain?”
I thought all I needed was skill, but it turns out there's a Werewolf-style impostor hiding in the team. The leader of Guixu uses The Thirty-Six Stratagems to set me up, and deep beneath the Antarctic rift lie three thousand years of grudges from The Classic of Mountains and Seas.
On the day the world ends, I shakily raise my ancestral carving knife:
“Um... how about I patch the world? It'll be under warranty for ten thousand years.”
I say the most cowardly things and do the boldest deeds.
As long as craftspeople are around, this world won't fall apart.
