I'm Not a God, I'm Just a Rag Collector

My name is Chen Mo, and I run a scrapyard on the outskirts of the city to make a living. Ever since I picked up that old talking TV head, my world has gone completely crazy. It claims to be the annihilated old god, and now it is my "system", forcing me to pick up the "god's remains" every night. Those things are trash in the eyes of others, but they are also weird things that can kill people. So, I collected waste paper cans during the day and quarreled with the landlady next door; At night, he transforms into a "city scavenger" and has "close contact" with a rag doll full of human teeth that crawls out of Sadako's video tape. I thought this was just a somewhat dangerous part-time job, until various forces came to the surface. They called me a "corpse collector" and said I was some kind of destiny's son. I laughed. What destiny? I'm just a scrapyard owner who doesn't want to starve to death. Anyone who wants to destroy the world, please wait in line until I collect this pile of scrap metal.