The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Within the Wasteland Era.

Lin Mo observed everything happening in S City through Mo Fang's real-time perspective.

On the screen, the polar wolf resembles an out-of-control armored vehicle, rampaging across the ice.

With each step, a spider monster was crushed into ice shards.

The others were no longer constrained, and their efficiency in killing monsters became much higher.

On the beach, the battle had reached a fever pitch, but the intensity was completely different from the brutality he had anticipated.

However, looking at the monster corpses that were carelessly discarded and piled up like mountains, Lin Mo felt inexplicably choked up.

It feels so uncomfortable, like ants are crawling all over my body.

"What a fine monster corpse."

"Just like that, completely wasted..."

It would be one thing if he hadn't seen them, but these monster corpses were everywhere, so many that Lin Mo couldn't pretend he hadn't seen them.

Lin Mo was truly heartbroken.

Children from poor families learn to be independent early.

Lin Mo, who was used to living frugally, couldn't stand any waste.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the sparrow perched on his shoulder preening its feathers.

"Can't these monster corpses really be recycled?"

If all the corpses of these spider monsters could be converted into source crystals, it would be a huge sum of money that would make his heart race.

The sparrow paused for a moment, tilted its head, and its large, dark eyes revealed no emotion.

He was silent for a moment.

It's not impossible...

The main problem is that these monsters aren't very strong, and their recycling value is extremely limited. If I were to actually activate the recycling function, the energy I consume wouldn't be proportional to the income I get from recycling, so there's absolutely no point in recycling them.

The sparrow's voice was faint; in his view, this was a losing proposition.

But Lin Mo caught the key information.

It's not that it's impossible, but that it's not worth it.

His eyes lit up instantly.

"You mean, any high-value material can be recycled?"

Sparrow nodded, confirming his guess.

That's right. Or rather, collecting the less valuable monster corpses and recycling them collectively would save some recycling energy.

However, due to consumption issues, the recycling price will definitely be lower.

That's enough.

Lin Mo's mind was instantly opened.

If recycling a single item isn't cost-effective, then break it down into smaller parts.

Specializing in the recycling of high-value materials...

The hardest exoskeleton, the sharpest pincers, and the venom in the venom sac of a spider monster are all valuable materials.

Then they are collected and recycled in a centralized manner.

"That's easy."

Lin Mo immediately contacted Elder Chi.

Before long, an urgent official announcement was instantly pushed to everyone's mobile phone through all online channels.

Interim Measures for the Recycling of Special Biological Materials

The announcement was simple and blunt.

The authorities will buy back the monster corpses and related materials at market price.

The announcement also included a detailed list of recycling prices.

The announcement instantly ignited the already heated online community.

"Am I seeing things? The authorities are officially recovering monster corpses? Is that for real?"

"Holy crap! Look at the price! The official buyback price for the corpse of a servant-level monster is 30 yuan per kilogram! Note, not per kilogram! It's 30 yuan per kilogram!"

"Let me explain: one jin equals 500 grams!"

"A servant-level spider monster must weigh at least twenty pounds, that's enough to sell for 600 yuan!"

"Hey upstairs, did your PE teacher teach you Chinese? Look closely, 30 yuan per kilogram is just the price of the lowest-value parts of a monster. The more valuable materials will be even more expensive! A complete monster, from its carapace to its venom sacs, if disassembled and sold, could fetch at least 800 yuan!"

"800 yuan? That's just the most basic level! What about the elite level? The leader level? I don't even want to think about it!"

"Ber, bro, you call this unthinkable? You've already included the leader-level ones..."

"Dude, if you really run into a boss-level monster, you're in for a blast!"

"Brothers, I just did the math. If we can hunt just one ordinary spider monster a day, we can easily earn over ten thousand a month! We can even work one day on and one day off. Isn't that better than going to a regular job?"

"Please stop talking, please stop! I've already left, I'm heading to S City right away!"

If the previous resurrection announcement ignited the players' fighting spirit...

The current recall notice was simply to throw a whole lit explosive stick into the pot of boiling oil.

Along the coastline of City S.

A player had just chopped open the head of a spider monster with a fire axe, and green sap splattered all over him.

He wiped his face with disgust, preparing to look for his next target.

Suddenly, his teammate rushed over and grabbed the still convulsing monster corpse.

Then he looked around warily.

"What the heck, you're just going to abandon this idea?"

"You're being fined 800 yuan!"

The player was stunned: "Why do you want this thing? It's everywhere, we don't have any pets, and it doesn't taste good. It's disgusting to look at."

"Eat? What else is on your mind besides food?" His teammate looked at him like he was an idiot, handing him a notification on his phone: "Look, we're rich, bro! This thing's worth 800 yuan now!"

"Eight...eight hundred?"

The player's breathing quickened instantly.

He looked down at the disgusting pile of flesh and blood at his feet, as if he were seeing not a monster's corpse, but stacks of walking red banknotes.

The next second, he pounced on his teammate and started wrestling with him.

"Let go! I killed him! He's mine!"

"You red egg, you didn't want it yourself, but I found it, so it's mine!"

"Bullshit, how could I not want it?"

"We're teammates!"

"Get lost! Even brothers should keep clear accounts!"

"I also contributed, so let's split it equally!"

"good!"

Similar scenes played out in every corner of the battlefield.

The nature of the battle changed completely at that moment.

From a defensive battle to protect our homeland.

It turned into a full-blown gold rush, a fight for money.

Instead of fighting individually, the players quickly formed temporary hunting teams.

Clear division of labor.

Some people are responsible for pulling monsters, some are responsible for dealing damage, and some are specifically responsible for rushing in to protect the loot as soon as the monster dies.

Soon, a new group arrived in the vicinity.

"Collecting corpses! Freshly killed monster corpses, on-site payment, guaranteed reliability!"

"Brother, your leg is incomplete, the flesh is rotten like this, I can only charge you fifty at most."

"These are the legs of an elite monster! Fifty? Why the hell don't you just rob me?!"

The entire battlefield became noisy and filled with the atmosphere of everyday life.

These people are not qualified for "Wasteland Era".

They arrived here at this moment.

But they didn't participate in the battle; they simply drove their own cars and started a monster recycling business.

After all, monsters are the last thing we need right now, and if we make a move, we can continue hunting.

Therefore, even though the recycling price is far lower than the official recycling price, many people still sell them.

Only what you earn in your pocket is truly yours.