I Pick up Garbage at the Garbage Star

My life ideal is simple: be a salty fish on a junk planet and retire when I make enough money. But there seems to be something wrong with the system I'm binding to. I picked up a discarded battery and it made an artificial sun for me, scaring the passing star fleet into making an emergency landing. I used scrap metal to build a transportation spaceship. It automatically upgraded me to a Star Destroyer, and a pop-up window asked me: "Do you want to turn on galaxy unification mode?" The most terrible thing is that the beautiful iceberg agent who was ordered to investigate me looked at me more and more strangely... Help! I really just want to pick up trash quietly. Why does the whole world think I am the mastermind behind this and force me to rule the universe? !