I, Chen Mo, collected scrap for a living before I transmigrated. Afterward, the System told me to recycle the entire war-torn world.
A thatched hut is my starter safehouse, and monsters roam outside. On the day I awakened my talent, a night wolf blocked the door and started gnawing on the door panel.
I reached out to it, trembling. "Boss, your teeth are a little yellow. Want me to clean them up for you?"
"Ding! Decomposition successful: Night Wolf Fang (Damaged) x1."
The monster chewing on the door stopped.
Players across the server went crazy.
The monsters said, "That human named Chen Mo has started collecting scrap from us."
The myriad races said, "That native named Chen Mo is trying to collect our lives."
