I Recycle Unspeakable Things in the Wasteland

[High pollution apocalypse + professional flow + dark cool article] Sources of pollution that others avoid like snakes and scorpions are my daily ration. A hundred years after the spiritual energy was revived, humans huddled within the purification barrier. I am the only one wandering around the radiation area picking up trash with a license of "Old Era Abnormal Object Recycling and Processor". When a rich man loses his money for an antique pocket watch that triggers a time loop; When the army is helpless in the face of the mechanical gospel that causes biological aberrations; When the S-class superpowers' flesh and blood withers due to a weeping copper comb—— They will always find me eating compressed cookies in a dark alley. "Make a price and get rid of it!" I grinned, showing my fangs soaked in pollution: "Okay, the old rules——" The fingertips pierced into the twisting and writhing core of the curse, and under everyone's horrified gaze, the strange black tide that could destroy the city... Suck it up like vermicelli! ["World-destroying grade" filth detected... Taste evaluation: Expired fermented bean curd mixed with rivets, energy +999! "Hiccup... Next time there will be something with a stronger sour taste, please remember to pay more." ——The dirtiest rags of this era belong to me, The most precious life belongs to me.