Chapter 14: He's Just an Ordinary Trash Scavenger!

After a while, Su Ming finally suppressed his ecstatic joy, and his gaze gradually became calm.

"Not enough!"

"Still far from enough!"

He is now only a bit stronger than an ordinary person.

Facing the Official's violent machine, it's still like striking a stone with an egg.

He needs more nourishment!

"I still have a Lightweight Binding Leg on me."

"How about... also converting it?!"

Su Ming brushed his calf.

But soon, he shook his head again.

In all martial arts, only speed is unbreakable.

Qi and blood provide an all‑round, relatively balanced boost.

Yet that binding leg can specifically add more movement speed; it's a life‑saving tool, so it can't be removed for now.

It also makes traveling faster!

The top priority is to obtain more Altar Feedback Items!

The more, the merrier; all who come are welcome!

Su Ming sat at the table and began to sort out his plan.

"First, the hatching of the Dragon Egg cannot stop."

The reason he took over this Slaughterhouse was because of that guy.

"Tomorrow, with the remaining money, I'll first buy a batch of chickens."

"Second, I must quickly improve my own strength."

The appearance of the Crimson Throne altar showed him another fast path to power.

"To boost strength, I need more Source Blood."

"To get more Source Blood..."

Su Ming's eyes flickered.

"Collect trash widely!"

That's right—collect trash and be a trash scavenger!

In the eyes of countless people, those White Quality Items bought at great expense but showing no effect or little value are pure trash.

Eating them is tasteless, discarding them is a pity.

And these are his targets!

Even the most trashy White Quality Items can be converted into Source Blood, boosting Qi and blood!

Gambling always carries risk.

But scavenging trash has none!

Online, countless people lament daily that they are unlucky.

Some want to sell, some want to trade.

The whole market is in utter chaos.

And this, too, is his opportunity!

"This matter... also needs to be put on the schedule!"

5 p. m.

Su Ming finally settled the entire Slaughterhouse and also got in touch with the Livestock Farm owner.

A new problem now lies before him.

Buying this Slaughterhouse almost drained all his savings.

Purchasing that batch of chickens requires money.

Maintaining the Slaughterhouse's daily utilities needs money.

Even acquiring those White Quality Items that others disregard also costs money.

Although as order collapses, currency's value should keep dropping.

Yet now it remains the lever that moves everything.

"It's the damn new era, why are we still can't live without money?!"

Su Ming muttered, slung his double‑shoulder pack, walked out of the Slaughterhouse, and locked the main gate.

The sky gradually darkened.

He should get down to business!

"Rely on a mountain and the mountain falls, rely on people and they run."

"In the end, you still have to rely on yourself and be a trash scavenger!"

Su Ming did not head toward the city.

In fact, altar distribution has little to do with population density.

He walked backward, striding toward the remote, desolate outskirts.

Scavenging requires a scavenger's awareness!

Don't go to crowded places to join the fun!

The night breeze grew cooler, lifting the stray hairs on his forehead.

Along the way, he saw several more altars.

But today the overall quality of the altar seems somewhat worse than the first day.

Su Ming didn't even pause his steps.

These altars' numbers are too mundane and too far back; their returns are destined to be low.

It doesn't match his status!

"Huh?"

Amidst a stretch of broken walls and ruins, Su Ming suddenly stopped his steps.

His Eye of Truth faintly caught the weak energy fluctuation from the second floor of that ruined building ahead.

"Maybe... the stuff is still not bad?"

Su Ming lightly leapt over a low wall and slipped in silently.

The interior was empty.

Following the stairs, he went up to the second floor step by step.

The source of the energy fluctuation finally appeared.

This altar before him was entirely composed of countless brass-colored micro gears precisely meshing and layered.

The gears varied in size and shape, yet together they formed a perfect sphere.

They were silently rotating at an extremely slow but steady speed on their own.

"There's something!"

Su Ming held his breath and focused all his spirit.

Eye of Truth, activate!

Buzz—!

Lines of familiar golden text floated upon the rotating gear altar.

【Altar Number】: 1955

【Connection Marker】: Eternal Clock City

【Karma Overview】: A clockmaker god who pursued ultimate precision, because the eternal clock he created was flawless and unchanging throughout the ages, fell into eternal boredom and emptiness, and he longed for some change.

"..."

Su Ming stared at this information, his mouth opened, and he couldn't say anything for a long time.

"Holy shit?"

He couldn't help but mutter a curse.

The number is indeed relatively early.

But what the hell is this absurd request?

Because it's too perfect, he feels uncomfortable all over?

"How is it like that mysterious giant beast, liking to have fun after being full, seeking stimulation?"

"What should be given to this thing?"

"Time, this thing, cannot be touched or seen."

"How can one give change?"

Su Ming instinctively touched his backpack.

Inside were braised beef noodles, old jar pickled vegetable noodles, high-proof erguotou...

Not even worth half a cent!

Completely unrelated!

Su Ming felt his brain was stuffed with a bunch of garbled code, unable to make any sense of it.

Now he was like a person holding a hammer, seeing everything as a nail.

But this thing before him, damn it, is a ball of cotton!

Even a skilled housewife cannot cook without rice.

"1955... time..."

Su Ming murmured softly, a glint of light flickering in his eyes.

"Could this 1955 be related to a time limit?"

Su Ming thought of this, took out his phone, and began searching.

【In 1955, the world's first cesium atomic clock was developed.】

【This clock is based on the hyperfine transition of cesium atoms, with an error of only one second every 3 million years.】

Strange knowledge suddenly popped into his mind.

"So..."

Su Ming raised his eyebrows.

"Change?"

"Take other types of clocks?"

"Like electronic clocks, mechanical clocks?"

"It probably isn't that simple..."

"I don't have any related items on me right now!"

"Let's move on to the next one; if it doesn't work, we'll come back!"

Su Ming decisively gave up, without any reluctance, turned and left.

"Time?"

He only knew, time is money!

Forcibly sacrificing without any certainty is something only a desperate gambler would do.

And he's just an ordinary trash collector!

……

Su Ming continued walking deeper in.

Night Color Bar grew denser.

The surroundings grew even more desolate; not even insect sounds could be heard.

After walking for about twenty minutes, he stopped again.

Hey?!