Inheriting a frigate that was about to be scrapped and burdened with an astronomical huge debt.
Faced with the bank's ultimatum of breaking the ship within three days to pay off the debt, Lynch was desperate.
Just when he was about to sell his "inheritance" at a low price, a voice sounded in his mind:
[Recyclable "soul steel" has been detected. Should it be refined and upgraded?
From then on, scrap copper and scrap metal were all treasures in his eyes, and dilapidated battleships were all embryos of divine equipment.
What others see as a garbage dump is his arsenal; the cosmic cemetery is his arsenal.
Many years later, when Lynch led a steel fleet that covered the sky and arrived at the headquarters of Pangu Bank, the whole universe finally remembered the impoverished lord who rose from the garbage heap.
His flag will once again fly above the sea of stars. This time, no one will dare to insult him!
