Others are reborn in the apocalypse: hoarding supplies, building bases, and recruiting beautiful women.
I was reborn in the apocalypse: squatting in a scrapyard repairing junk.
The system awakened, allowing me to recycle abandoned items and become stronger.
I looked at the thirty tons of "junk" around me and fell into deep thought——
Isn't this my old profession?
Later, when others begged me to take over their supplies, I waved my hand and said, "No, I only take what no one wants."
Later, the strongest force asked me to come out. I shook my head: "No, my generator has not been repaired yet."
Later, the truth about the apocalypse was revealed, and the mastermind behind the scenes asked me why I wanted to fight them.
I pointed to the mountain of scraps behind me: "In my eyes, the world you have created is all tatters."
