Period: My Backyard Is a Dump for All Worlds

The protagonist possesses a multiverse junkyard and a plethora of advanced technologies. For hundreds of chapters, he's still locked in a power struggle with a village official, constantly on the defensive and counterattacking. Even though this official framed his parents, sending them to labor camps, and repeatedly tried to destroy his family, the protagonist always manages to retaliate.

The biggest highlight of this book is the junkyard; the plot revolves around the protagonist's development of the junkyard.

What a sanctimonious hypocrite! Everyone was trying to kill you, but if you had just secretly killed them, nothing would have happened. Why this futile, half-baked strategy? Is killing someone really that hard? Do you have to have someone kill your whole family before you turn evil? Unbelievable.

I don't recommend paying to read this book. The entire book revolves around the protagonist's faction adhering to various rules, while the opposition can act with impunity, framing, murder, and even massacre. The protagonist possesses superpowers—in 1978, he has a Barrett rifle, soundproofing equipment, a spatial backpack, and jumping gear, etc.—Yet he can't handle even a few local bullies.

It's suggested that the growth and mutation abilities be limited to the protagonist. For example, the effects could be limited to contact with otherworldly items within the otherworldly junkyard, with the effects significantly weakened upon exiting the junkyard. This would maintain the exhilarating feeling of being the only one to act, while also minimizing the fundamental interference of otherworldly resources in the real world—after all, this is the 1970s!

It's really disgusting to watch. He keeps using his damn niece to act cute, it makes me want to vomit. Combining a father-daughter novel with a historical novel is really psychologically uncomfortable. The parents were wrongly accused and sent to a labor camp, and all he said at the beginning was that he wanted to save them. After that, he disappeared and all he thought about was what to eat. What kind of parents are so unlucky to have such a filial son?

Reading can evoke emotions, and there are many good books that can do this. But… This book of yours, with its mere few dozen chapters, is so frustrating and maddening to read. That's absolutely amazing! It's been a long time since I've felt like cursing the author while reading a book.

I've read a hundred chapters. Well, the book's map is just one village. The villainous bosses are three village officials, but only one appears. There's also a final boss, the deputy director of the supply and marketing cooperative, who hasn't appeared yet. They wrote a treasure hunt story spanning several dozen chapters, where the villagers fought wits and courage, several people died, and the protagonist won the treasure and sold it for 300 yuan. 😅😅😅😅

Seeing someone get scammed and let off the hook just because the scammer was their cousin's husband, only to be poisoned to death is disgusting. 🤢 I'm leaving.

How did the author manage to lower my sanity like this? I read over 300 chapters of a book titled "The Multiverse Junkyard," but instead of a proper junkyard, the real world is a mess too. There are sniper rifles, bulletproof vests, and invisibility cloaks, but the author just doesn't use them. Even when the enemy is about to die, the author insists on giving the protagonist a second chance at life, just to keep him agonizing over the story. Ugh, I just can't take it anymore!