With a worthless fifth-grade core, he was destined to be expendable, raised like livestock by the Federation.
Li Xiaotian had barely transmigrated when he was sent to the Restricted Zone to die. But by chance, he bound himself to the [Wasteland Reassembly and Refining System]. All the scrap metal lying around was raw material for his god-tier gear, while the scattered star power in the air was a cultivation pill.
While others competed over bloodlines, resources, and connections, he only needed one thing:
"As long as there's scrap metal left, I can piece together a way for you to survive."
From battered exoskeletons and miniature assault boats to heavy battleships and even legendary ancient starships, he could rebuild them all from piles of interstellar trash.
The Federation called him a threat to civilization and sought to blockade the entire region. Space pirates saw him as a fat prize and wanted to steal his technology. The mechanical guards in ancient ruins mistook him for an intruder and hunted him down relentlessly.
But standing before the fleet he'd pieced together, Li Xiaotian grinned arrogantly:
"A blockade? An encirclement? A manhunt?"
"Then you'd better watch out!"
"The more I fight, the stronger I get. The more I build, the richer I become. Once I've built my way into orbit, the rules of this planet will have to be rewritten."
