Picking Up Trash from the Start, I Accidentally Became Emperor

After transmigrating to the Tianwu Dynasty, Chen Fei became a scavenger at the very bottom of society, surviving each day on the garbage mountain east of the city.

Others mocked him, saying, “All you'll ever do is pick through trash,” but he discovered that the heaps concealed the imperial fortune of a fallen dynasty, ancient spirit weapons, and lost cultivation techniques.

Beneath a moldy steamed bun lay a remnant of incense capable of summoning heroic spirits; inside a broken spear shaft were sealed the battle memories of the Spear Emperor; and a chipped bowl turned out to be an Emperor's Eye that could appraise anything.

Most absurd of all, the starving old eunuch he found was carrying a map to the last dragon vein of the previous dynasty.

And so Chen Fei embarked on the one-way road to “picking his way from rags to emperor.”

The noble clans looked down on him? He used trash to set up an array that made the city's experts eat dirt where they stood.

The sects laughed at him? He forged divine weapons from scrap metal, then face-slapped them at the auction house.

The emperor wanted him dead? Too bad. The entire dynasty's recycling network was in his hands: provisions, intelligence, weapons. He could cut them off whenever he pleased.

When a million enemy troops besieged the capital and everyone trembled before the garbage mountain, Chen Fei slowly climbed onto his throne of scrap metal. “I built my empire by picking through trash. Which of you dares object?”