In the wasteland world after the cataclysm, alien beasts are rampant outside the city, and plutocrats monopolize the city.
Equipment smelting technology is broken, and a decent alien bone knife can make people bankrupt. The low-level warriors risked their lives to hunt beasts outside the city, but failed every time. If they were lucky, they would get a piece of scrap metal, but if they were not lucky, they would get a piece of animal dung.
Lin Fan, a black market vendor at the bottom of the slums.
On the day he awakened the [Absolute Explosion Rate Panel], he discovered that any alien beast he killed with his own hands would 100% drop the top equipment of that grade!
Elite iron-backed wolf? Explodes the blue quality Wolf Fang Saber.
Alpha horned lizard? Drops purple quality lava heavy armor.
Lord level sky-eating python? Directly blast out a gold-quality legendary python skin cloak!
"This knife costs five million."
"It's too, too expensive..."
"Is it too expensive? Then go and kill it yourself outside the city. By the way, there is a nest of horned lizards squatting next to the iron-backed wolf's den. I wish you good luck."
Don't bargain with him. Don't compete with him. Don't fucking try to charge up your power in front of him - by the time you take a deep breath and prepare to explode, he has already kicked the alien beast into a pulp, and the shiny golden equipment on the ground is waiting for a price tag.
Lin Fan, the most brutal black-hearted villain in the wasteland.
His motto is just one sentence:
There is no equipment that cannot be sold in this world, only pricing that is not ruthless enough.
This novel is just one word, so cool