I'm Really Not a Wastebreaker

In the barren and endless gravel, countless lives are trying to surge upward. High in the sky with endless white clouds, pretentious people looked down at the wasteland on the ground. A man walked alone, walking from a distant place, stepping on the gravel and looking up at the sky. There were corpses scattered around like chess pieces. "Who are you?" Rumbling questions came from all directions. "Me? Just a wild wastebreaker from the wasteland."