Blue Star was smashed through the secret realm of the heavens.
Others awakened to be invulnerable, control thunder and control fire, but Lynch only drew [Infinite Secret Realm] - when the panel was opened, one cubic meter of wasteland, official rating: F, appraisal completed: trash picking talent.
The whole school laughed like crazy.
But Lin Qi's mentality was very stable: just pick up garbage, pick up garbage, at least you don't have to work overtime.
Until he discovered that when others explore the secret realm, they need to form a team, fight bloody battles, and kill people; all he needs to do is press his hand on the remains of the secret realm - "Successfully swallowed: spiritual crystal debris × 1, space +0.01M³, the secret realm is being upgraded."
All mankind regards the secret realm as a disaster, and he regards the secret realm as a buffet.
The secret realm nourishes the secret realm, and the space gives birth to thousands of worlds: fairy swordsmen, undead bone dragons, magical ancient trees, technological mechas, beast-eared fox girls, Cthulhu tentacles... A mixed army of thousands of worlds grows wildly in his "garbage dump".
But when the "seeds" from all over the world rushed to arrive, the chess game that spanned countless epochs deep in the Blue Star truly came to light.
World: This wave is in danger. Lynch: This wave is stable.
Wait, that sickly swordsman senior, can you put down your sword first?
