Gaining a tiny bit of weight every day, my weight is a billion tons.

Su Ming left home at six o'clock in the morning.

The floor was ice cold when I slept last night, but thankfully I had plenty of energy, and I woke up this morning feeling surprisingly refreshed.

The body's foundation after quality reconstruction is much stronger than before.

Although the changes brought about by the increased density are not yet obvious, the solidity that emanates from the bones is real.

He took out his phone and checked the route.

Xinghuo Waste Treatment Plant.

The largest military waste recycling point in the entire city, specializing in processing obsolete equipment retired by the Southern Military Region.

The job postings online clearly state that they are hiring temporary movers on a long-term basis.

Requires D-rank or higher Enhancement-type Awakener, daily wage 150.

Money or no money.

He values ​​"the military's outdated equipment".

Tank armor, mecha wreckage, alloy weapon fragments... those are all high-purity metals.

Swallowing just a small piece is equivalent to him reading a hundred textbooks.

On the outskirts of Jiangcheng, the bus swayed and rattled as it arrived at its final stop.

Su Ming got out of the car and walked for ten minutes, and in the distance he could see a huge factory area surrounded by barbed wire.

Behind the barbed wire fence were mountains of metal scrap piled up higher than three-story buildings.

The broken alloy sword was stuck in the scrap metal pile, and the shattered mecha wreckage lay scattered about.

The rusty tank tracks were coiled into circles, gleaming with a dark red metallic sheen in the morning light.

Su Ming swallowed hard.

This is probably what it feels like when a mouse falls into a rice jar.

No, this isn't a rice bin. This is a granary.

A metal sign was nailed to the wire mesh.

"Southern Military Region Designated Recycling Unit - Unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering."

Su Ming withdrew his gaze and walked towards the main entrance.

There was a long queue at the factory gate, with at least thirty or forty people.

They were all burly men, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with arms thicker than Su Ming's thighs.

They were clearly awakened individuals applying for temporary moving jobs, mostly E-rank or D-rank enhancement types.

Su Ming silently stood at the back of the line.

A bald, burly man in front of him turned around and glanced at him several times.

The meaning in his eyes was clear: what are you doing here, you little brat?

The line moved forward slowly.

There was an iron table set up at the main entrance, where a middle-aged man with a burly face and a scar on his left cheek sat, with several large sandbags piled up next to him.

This man is called Scarface Li, the foreman in charge of recruiting workers in the factory, and a D-level Enhancement Awakener.

The rules are simple. Go up, lift the sandbag, and walk around twice.

A burly man of Class E strode forward, grabbed the 200-pound sandbag with both hands, roared, and hoisted it onto his shoulder.

He walked steadily around twice, drawing cheers from the crowd. Scarface Li waved his hand and tossed him a temporary pass.

Next up, Level D. He lifted a 500-pound sandbag without batting an eye.

Scarface Li nodded in satisfaction and issued the pass as well.

Those who received their passes walked into the factory area with their heads held high, enjoying the envious glances from those queuing behind them.

Su Ming watched from behind, his mind racing.

Overnight, his actual weight increased from 76 kg to 76.76 kg.

The 1% daily increase has already started, but in reality, this increase feels almost the same as no increase at all.

He is still essentially a normal person with the power of his own.

"It shouldn't be too embarrassing, right?"

He wasn't very confident.

The line moved forward one by one, and soon it was Su Ming's turn.

Scarface Li looked up at him, his gaze lingering on the young, thin face for a moment.

"student?"

"Yes, Jiangcheng No.1 High School, senior year."

"Awakened?"

Su Ming took out his student card and handed it over.

Scarface Lee picked up the scanner on the table and casually scanned it. The moment the screen popped up, his expression changed.

"Rank F, Enhancement type, increasingly heavy," he read aloud, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for those around him to hear. "Side effect—osteoporosis?"

The people in line behind immediately started whispering among themselves.

Scarface Li slammed his student ID card on the table and snorted a laugh.

"F-grade? Side effects? What kind of sickly person is this? Get out of here, don't try to kill yourself at my factory and then extort money from me."

Su Ming didn't move.

"Uncle Li..."

"Why are you calling me Uncle Li? I don't know you." Scarface Li crossed his arms.

"The factory handles hundreds or even thousands of pounds of scrap metal. If you go in with your small frame, you'll be crushed if you get hit. Will that be considered a work injury or suicide?"

Someone behind them burst out laughing.

"Are the top students from No. 1 High School trying to steal our jobs?"

"With your skinny arms and legs, you probably couldn't even lift a piece of scrap metal, right?"

"An F-rank talent? That's utterly useless. What's the point of studying?"

Su Ming stood still, his expression calm.

He had heard these kinds of things all day at school yesterday.

Zhao Kuo said it, Liu Ruyan said it, Wang Jianguo said it, and classmates said it.

Now even the laborers at the scrap yard are talking about it.

But what he found absurd was that these people, like him, were at the very bottom of society.

In the eyes of true powerhouses, there is no essential difference between E-rank and D-rank awakeners and F-rank awakeners.

They are all cattle and horses, but some cattle and horses can carry an extra 200 jin (100 kg).

People at the bottom trample on each other the most forcefully.

Su Ming kept his eyes glued to the mountains of scrap metal behind the barbed wire fence.

That's not scrap metal.

That was his bargaining chip for standing up in this cannibalistic world.

As long as I can get in, I'm willing to endure any disdain or even be called "master."

Su Ming pressed down on the corners of his mouth, his face adopting a sincere expression.

He pulled out a pack of inexpensive cigarettes from his pocket, which he had bought for eight yuan at the convenience store downstairs before coming. He took one out and handed it to him.

"Uncle Li, please make an exception."

I know I'm not strong, but I'm mentally strong enough to do fine waste sorting.

"Please, out of kindness, provide me with three meals a day; I don't need a single penny of salary."

Scarface Li glanced at the pack of cigarettes.

It costs eight yuan.

He shoved Su Ming's hand away, his fleshy muscles twitching.

"I won't support a useless person even if it's free. If you work yourself to the bone in two days, I'm supposed to pay your medical bills? Hurry up..."

"Buzz—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

A deep engine roar pressed down from overhead, and everyone instinctively looked up.

A silver-gray hovercraft swept in from the direction of the city.

The lines are cold, hard, and smooth, clearly indicating a military background.

The aircraft landed smoothly on the dedicated helipad at the factory gate.

The laborers in line fell silent instantly.

The hatch opened.

A long, straight leg took the first step.

The black combat boots made a crisp sound as they stepped on the concrete.

The newcomer was dressed in a smart black nano-combat suit.

It tightly enveloped her breathtakingly beautiful body contours.

That extreme curve strips away all base sexual connotations.

Instead, it is full of wild, explosive power.

Her epaulettes were embroidered with silver sword emblems, and her long hair was tied back.

Her smooth forehead and well-defined jawline were exposed.

Judging by her height, she is about 1.78 meters tall, with a nine-head-to-body ratio.

Her facial features were also incredibly delicate.

His eyebrows resembled distant mountains, his eyes shone like cold stars, his nose was high and straight, and his lips were slightly pursed.

His brows also carried an air of heroism that came from real combat.

Liu Ruyan's beauty is a deliberately flattering and coquettish beauty, a beauty that pleases people.

When she laughs, you know what she's laughing at—she's laughing because you've taken the bait.

The woman in front of me is different.

The way she stood there was like a newly forged Tang sword held to your neck.

You just want to stand at attention.

The laborers who had been laughing wildly just moments before suddenly fell silent.

Su Ming was also taken aback.

It's not that he's never seen a beautiful woman before.

I used to watch those internet celebrities in my past life, often in the dark at night, but I would forget them as soon as I saw them.

This woman is different!

"Young Miss!"

Scarface Li's fleshy face instantly contorted into a wide grin, and he jogged over to meet him.

Su Ming looked at Scarface Li's face, which was completely different before and after.

In my mind, I awarded him today's "Best Face-Changing Award".

The woman glanced at the scene at the factory gate and her lips twitched slightly.

Where's my dad?

Two words, spoken in a cold, clear voice.

It sounds good, I love it.

"The boss is waiting for you in the gravity training room on the third basement level."

Scarface Li nodded and bowed.

"Young Miss, you must be tired from your journey back from the capital..."

"Alright," the woman interrupted him, preparing to step inside.

His gaze swept over the crowd and then suddenly stopped.

To be precise, it stopped on Su Ming's faded school uniform.

She paused in her steps.

"Jiangcheng No.1 High School?"

Su Ming nodded.

"...Senior year of high school."

"Uncle Li." She turned to look at Scarface Li, her tone casual, "We're both students from Jiangcheng, so I'll help you out if I can."

"Yes! Definitely!"

Scarface Li nodded repeatedly, then turned to Su Ming with a changed expression.

"Hey! Hurry up and thank the young lady!"

"Thank you... thank you, Miss, thank you, Uncle Li!"

Su Ming mentally slapped himself.

Su Ming, Su Ming, you're barely able to afford food now, and you still have the mind to look at beautiful women?

Do you think you're being fair to the tissues on the floor and bedside table?

But he couldn't help but take another look.

"Tsk tsk, the quality... is top-notch."

Then I silently gave myself a score.

Appearance: 9.5; Demeanor: 9.8.

The woman didn't linger and walked straight into the depths of the factory area.

Scarface Li watched the young lady's figure disappear around the corner of the factory, still feeling a sense of lingering satisfaction.

He then turned his head and looked Su Ming up and down, letting out a snort.

"Consider yourself lucky, kid. Come to work tomorrow."

"You're only allowed to stay in the sorting area. Don't go into the heavy goods area. I'm not responsible if anything happens!"

"Next!"

Su Ming stepped aside, his gaze passing over Scarface Li and the barbed wire, landing on the endless mountain of metal scrap.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Young Miss, you've essentially let Sun Wukong into the Peach Garden..."