The apocalypse is coming, and my lover personally pushes me into the zombie horde just to make way for her white moonlight.
Everyone thought I was dead, but they didn't know that I had awakened the "Happy Trash Picking System" - the waste discarded by others can multiply a hundred times in my hands. A piece of rusty iron pipe evolved into a plasma shock blade; a half bottle of expired mineral water was purified into the original liquid of life.
While others are fighting for a piece of bread, I have picked up mobile fortresses and genetic enhancement potions. The scumbag is begging for reconciliation on her knees? Sorry, my trash man empire does not accept trash.
Pick up the wildest trash and become the strongest king of the wasteland!
