Blurb
A money-loving swordsmith who mines ore and forges weapons x an arrogant mecha warrior whose family really does own a mine
After achieving fame and success, swordsmith Qian Liujun accidentally falls into the interstellar world and becomes a junior apprentice in mecha maintenance. He’s back to square one.
The good news: There are mineral resources everywhere in the interstellar world, so he’ll never have to worry about running out of sword-forging materials again.
The bad news: He’s so broke he can’t afford a single piece of ore, and he’s a good-for-nothing with zero psychic power.
Qian Liujun immediately sets his sights on Feng Anzhu, the genius warrior the original owner had pursued in vain.
Don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not because he’s fallen in love. It’s because this guy drops an absurd amount of loot!
After a chance encounter that lets Qian Liujun claim the loot, he declares that there’s just too much to pick up.
Later, Qian Liujun gets rich by mining ore and forging weapons as he’d hoped, but why is Feng Anzhu looking at him more and more strangely?
Later still, Feng Anzhu uses rare ore to bait him into a trap and exposes his secret identity as a black-market dealer. He reads aloud a headline that makes Qian Liujun wish he could dig a hole and crawl into it: “Broken Warrior Drops Armor Online, Processed and Assembled from the Original Parts?”
Qian Liujun laughs awkwardly. “Recycling and reprocessing. I just care about the environment.”
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Feng Anzhu is troubled because his psychic power keeps going berserk, ruining one weapon after another.
At the lowest point in his life, the only person who kept watch at every training session and competition was that little good-for-nothing who loved collecting trash.
Later, he discovers that the little good-for-nothing is the mysterious weapon-maker he’s been searching for, and has even gone on to win the interstellar weapons competition.
The rare ore he carefully prepared is no match for the little good-for-nothing collecting the fragments of his discarded equipment, reforging them into divine weapons, and selling them all over the internet.
Feng Anzhu’s gaze turns dangerous as he crushes the ore in his hand. “So you’ve been hanging around me every day just for this pile of junk.”
Qian Liujun, heartbroken over the waste, asks for help all over the internet: What’s wrong with the young master now?!
Theme: Promoting traditional hand-forging craftsmanship
No, no, no, I have been picking them up for a long time. I really feel empathy. I also like to pick up some small rags to make handicrafts. My mother once picked them up and made them into semi-finished products. They only need to be assembled (although they were messy and uncolored, a bit like rags) and threw them away. When I came back, the sky fell. [Crack][crack][crack]
Damn you, you worthless thing 😭 The hearts of people who are thrown away like tattered treasures will be broken 😭 The clam shells I selected from thousands of people, the fragments of the earth that I worked hard to pick up, the sheep spines that I brushed, dried and soaked... 😭
Haha, this mecha is so cute. 😆
Hahahahahahaha I feel like all the people with mental strength are mentally ill reserve personnel [covering face, laughing and crying]
What's so difficult to understand? Isn't it because the experimenter doesn't want to be experimented? Who can do this?
The conversation between here and the previous paragraph is a bit off-topic [question mark], which reads a bit strange...
When I close my eyes or open them, my family fortune is gone 😂
This Chen Wenfeng was also specially recruited from Huangxing? Are you not afraid of being expelled from the school if you go to a prestigious school and bully other classmates instead of studying hard?
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, stop it!!!!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh