The stench of the garbage dump made me unable to open my eyes. Su Wenqiao, who had been unemployed for three months, had just sorted out half a bottle of mineral water when his fingertips suddenly touched a cold metal block. The next second, a mechanical voice exploded in my mind: [The god-level recycling system is being bound...] Damn it, others are picking up rags while I am picking up artifacts? This thing can see through the hidden value of all things - there are thousands of years of spiritual veins buried under the unfinished building, and ancient mythical beasts are sealed in scrapped cars in the scrapyard. When the global chaebols spent huge sums of money to ask me to repair the imperial seal, I backhandedly fed a bag of classified garbage to the system: [Ding! Acquire S-level superpower·Speech spell]. On the day my ex-girlfriend begged to get back together, an abyss crack opened in the sky over the city, and I snapped my fingers for the first time with a lollipop in my mouth.
