My name is Wang Che, and I make a living scavenging junk.
Three years into the spiritual qi revival, while everyone else was awakening superpowers, contracting divine pets, and piloting god-tier mechs, I was rummaging through trash heaps for bones.
Then one day, I pieced together a mech from a pile of scrap metal nobody wanted.
It was hideous and reeked of foulness. Everyone said it was the worst piece of junk around.
Then it punched straight through the chest of an A-rank monster.
People from the Tiangong Group came to my door and said the marrow crystal I had was worth fifty million.
I looked at the marrow crystal embedded in the mech’s spine, then at the “monster” I’d pieced together from scrap metal.
“Not for sale.”
“I’m keeping this thing so I can beat people up with it.”
