Mechanical Ascension Beats Bitter Cultivation

Unable to repay my loan, I had secondhand cybernetics installed, ending my path to immortality. Now I can only dismantle cultivators' trash at a scrapyard. They all call me a “junk rat.” Then I touched the broken remains of a magic sword, and a prompt sounded in my mind: “Weak resentful soul energy detected. Absorb?”... Thinking of the sect's ever-growing usurious debt, I picked up a fragment of a magical artifact from a filthy puddle...