Three years later, Lu Chen checked in on time at midnight every day, rain or shine.
The rewards for signing in are very stable: expired milk, moldy bread, torn slippers, deflated basketball...
He threw away half and kept the other half as daily garbage.
Until that day, a few gangsters were blocking the corridor to collect protection fees - he kicked five of them away with a casual kick.
The people who repaired the alliance came to the door and stared at his pile of "rags", their expressions changed:
"You call these garbage? There are three heaven-level magic weapons registered in Jiangcheng."
"And you threw away at least one of them."
Lu Chen looked at the "garbage mountain" in the corner and fell silent.
System: Sign in for three years, and the rewards will be divine items. As for what you threw... Guess for yourself.
Lu Chen: ... You should have said it earlier.
