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

Su Ming pushed open the door to the low-rent apartment; the mattress was still on the floor.

The iron bed is gone, leaving only a faint mark on the cement floor.

He sat down cross-legged and skillfully summoned the control panel.

A blue light curtain unfolded before my eyes.

[Host: Su Ming]

[Realm: Tier 1 - Black Iron]

[Life Forms: First Life Form (Carbon-based Mortal Body)]

[Actual weight: 76.76kg (+)]

[Quality Point: 17.02]

Promotion progress: 7.676%

His gaze fell on the small "(+)" sign after the "True Quality" column.

Su Ming stared at it for two seconds, and with a try-it-out mentality, he used his mind to tap upwards.

[Consume 1 mass point to increase actual mass by 1kg?]

really!

A hint of joy flashed in Su Ming's eyes, and he immediately confirmed it.

A subtle warmth spread from my abdomen; the sensation wasn't strong, but my body did feel a little more grounded.

The panel has been refreshed.

Actual weight: 77.76kg.

Mass point: 16.02.

A one-to-one exchange rate.

If the remaining 16.02 points are added, his total mass will reach 93.78 kilograms.

With a base weight of 93.78 kg, a passive increase of one percent per day equals 0.94 kg.

Yesterday's passive growth was only 0.76 kg.

The snowball effect of compound interest, once it starts rolling, becomes increasingly terrifying.

Su Ming did not hesitate at all.

All in!

With a thought, he poured all the remaining 16.02 points into the bet.

A warm sensation surged through my body again, this time lasting significantly longer.

A faint "creaking" sound came from deep within the bones.

It doesn't hurt.

It's more like the bones stretching after they've eaten and drunk their fill.

The panel refreshed again.

Mass point: 0.

Actual weight: 93.78kg.

Su Ming stood up and stretched his arms and legs.

His physique remained unchanged; he was still a slender man of 1.85 meters tall.

But the feeling of stepping on the floor is completely different.

Each step was heavier and more stable.

He clenched his fist, the feedback from his knuckles was crystal clear, and it was harder than before.

It's not a callus formed from long-term training; it's a change in the density of the bone itself.

93.78 kg.

A boy of the same height and build would normally weigh just over 70 kilograms.

He has now gained nearly 40 kilograms more than others out of thin air.

Moreover, these forty pounds are all real, effective weight gain. Not fat, not bloated fat, but firmer skin, tighter muscles, and stronger bones.

Although these changes are not yet apparent from the outside, the direction is already correct.

Satisfied, Su Ming turned off the control panel and lay back down on the mattress on the floor.

It's okay if the quality point is reset to zero.

Tomorrow he'll be at the scrap yard; that's where he'll truly feast.

He fell into a deep sleep with this thought in mind.

Perhaps because he had been thinking about it all day, he had a bizarre dream that night.

In his dream, he was carrying "Flying Legs" fried rice and chasing after that young lady in the scrap yard, insisting on treating her to a meal to repay her kindness.

They chased him around the entire factory area three times before finally cornering him against the wall.

He tried to pull off a cool wall slam, just like the domineering CEO dramas he watched in his past life.

As a result, when the body leaned forward, tons of real weight pressed down solidly on it.

The imposing young lady was pressed down by him until she foamed at the mouth.

Su Ming was startled awake by this scene.

Its daybreak.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, sat up, and faced his second brother, who was still standing with his head held high, and deeply reflected on his actions for three seconds.

"You're pathetic. Is this how you repay someone? You just want to take advantage of them..."

After reflecting on his actions, he quickly got up, washed his face, and went out.

……

Seven o'clock in the morning, Xinghuo Waste Treatment Plant.

Scarface Li was already waiting at the door.

Of course, I wasn't waiting for him specifically.

The foreman stands at the doorway every day like a human-shaped railing.

"You're here?"

Scarface Li saw him and casually tossed him a thin temporary pass.

"Follow me, we'll go through security first."

Su Ming followed behind, passing through the main gate of the scrap yard for the first time.

The security checkpoint was much stricter than he had imagined.

A metal archway more than two meters high stands in the middle of the passage, with densely packed sensor probes embedded on both sides, and a small screen above the door frame displays a real-time data stream.

This setup is exactly the same as the security checks at those high-tech electronics factories in my previous life, or even more ruthless.

"In the past, don't move while standing inside."

Su Ming followed instructions and walked through the archway.

"Buzz—"

A low-frequency vibration came from the soles of my feet, and a pale blue scanning beam swept back and forth twice from head to toe.

A line of green text popped up on the screen above the door: [No prohibited items/space-type equipment detected.]

Scarface Lee gestured for him to move forward, while casually offering a warning.

"Factory rules dictate that everyone has to go through this gate to enter or leave. They can scan you to find out if you're carrying anything, if you have any spare parts hidden in your pockets, or if you have a spatial ring or a spatial backpack."

He held up a thick finger.

"Not a single screw belonging to the military can be taken out of the country. Last month, some hothead stuffed a C-grade alloy fragment into his crotch and was immediately apprehended and taken to military court."

Su Ming nodded repeatedly, his face showing an honest and simple expression.

But a thought crossed my mind.

It's okay if I can't take it out.

I'm not taking it outside.

I ate right there inside.

After passing through two heavy iron gates and turning a corner, the view suddenly opened up before you.

We've arrived at the sorting area.

In the center of the open-air area, there were several small mountains of parts piled up.

Broken alloy blades, shattered armor fragments, bent mech joints, scattered bolts and nuts... everything was metal.

Su Ming's heart skipped a beat.

"This is your workstation," Scarface Li said, pointing to a row of iron tables at the edge of the workspace.

Five people, three men and two women, were already standing behind the table, engrossed in their work.

A short, stocky, bald man was straightening a bent iron pipe with his bare hands, as if he were breaking a sugarcane. He was clearly a D-rank enhanced type and had considerable strength.

A tall, thin man next to him, wearing thick gloves, was rapidly tossing parts into different baskets with incredible speed and skill; he was clearly an expert.

The third man was a middle-aged man in his forties, who worked silently without saying a word.

Two women, one of whom was in her thirties with short hair, had a loud voice that could be heard throughout the sorting area. She was grumbling about the small pieces of material that had been given to her.

The other was a young woman in her early twenties, with her hair in a ponytail, quietly sorting things with her head down.

Scarface Li patted Su Ming on the shoulder.

"The work isn't difficult. Separate them by material: iron for iron, copper for copper, and alloys for alloys. After that, push them to the display area over there. The military's transport trucks will come every two days to pick them up and take them back to be smelted and remade."

He then pointed to the relatively fragmented pile of parts in front of Su Ming and added a sentence.

"Don't try to move big items; you're too big for that."

"Here's a pile of scraps for you. Just do your job properly, and you'll still get paid."

Su Ming nodded vigorously, his attitude extremely agreeable.

Seeing how obedient he was, Scarface Li snorted and turned to leave.

Su Ming watched the foreman leave, then slowly turned around and faced his own small mountain of parts alone.

He took a deep breath.

This immense wealth and privilege has finally come to Su Ming.

Let the feast begin!

He casually picked up a very ordinary steel screw from the pile of parts. It was about the size of a thumb and weighed only a few grams.

Pretending to check the condition of the screws, he subtly placed his left palm on them.

"Devour".

My palms felt slightly warm, and that familiar suction force started up again.

The countdown has begun.

Without changing his expression, he continued sorting other parts with his right hand, while his left hand gripped the screw, hanging naturally at his side.

One minute.

The screw in the palm of the hand silently turned into a pinch of fine iron powder, which quietly fell between the fingers.

[Ding! Consumed a trace amount of low-carbon steel product. Skin becomes tougher. Quality points +0.01 (minimum guarantee).]

It's not surprising that they gave me the minimum; it's only a few grams, so I'm already pretty happy with the minimum.

The key point is—it can devour!

And it will be done without anyone noticing!

With a firm resolve, Su Ming began to speed up the sorting process.

His eyes scanned the pile of parts like a scanner, while he weighed each piece he handled.

A copper terminal block, about the thickness of a thumb, weighing approximately half an ounce.

Place it on your left hand.

One minute later.

[Ding! Consumed copper-based conductor material, mass points +0.1]

A broken piece of alloy frame, about the size of a palm, felt heavy in my hand, probably weighing about a pound.

He flipped it over, pretending to examine the material engravings on it, while his left palm was already pressed against it perfectly.

One minute later.

[Ding! Consumed a medium carbon alloy steel component, mass points +0.5]

Su Ming didn't even lift his eyelids and continued sorting.

Next piece.

A solid bearing housing, about the size of a fist, made of pure steel with only a slight oxide layer on the surface. It weighs about 1.5 pounds.

Hold it firmly with your left hand.

One minute later.

[Ding! Consumed high-carbon bearing steel.]

[Gained mass points: +0.7.]

He couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

He quickly lowered his head, using the action of tidying up parts to hide his wide grin.

I was so happy I was practically bubbling with joy.

0.01, 0.1, 0.5, 0.7... This is just the beginning!

He glanced at the mountain of parts piled up in front of him. The pile on his workstation alone must weigh at least several hundred pounds.

And this is only a small part of the daily processing volume in the sorting area.

The daily throughput of the entire waste disposal plant is measured in "tons"!

Su Ming forcibly suppressed his inner elation and buried himself in his work.

His left hand was never idle.

Sorting out a batch, I casually "ate" a piece.

Sort another batch, then "eat" another piece.

His movements were so natural and fluid, like those of a seasoned employee.

There was a slight feeling of cheating, but it didn't matter; he had already won big.

The short-haired woman next to him turned her head and glanced at him, then shouted something at the top of her lungs.

"Hey young man, you're quite efficient at your work!"

Su Ming looked up and smiled, revealing an innocent expression: "I'm used to it. I often move things around at school."

The older woman said "Oh," and thought the student looked thin but was quite capable, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Su Ming continued to work diligently.

No, I buried myself in my food.

Half an hour passed.

While bending over, he secretly called out the panel and glanced at it.

Mass point: 3.82.

Half an hour, almost four points!

These were all small, palm-sized or fist-sized pieces. He didn't dare touch the real big ones at all.

At this rate of efficiency, a full day of eight hours—conservatively estimated—would yield fifty or sixty points.

If you're lucky, you might come across a few large pieces of high-purity material, and you could potentially earn over a hundred pieces a day!

Su Ming looked up, his gaze fixed intently on the piles of scrapped armor plates and mecha wreckage that formed a veritable "mountain" in the distant heavy equipment area.

He swallowed hard.

That's where the real main course is.

But not now.

Scarface Li said we're not allowed in the heavy goods area. It's our first day here, we can't show our faces.

Stay calm and develop your strength stealthily.

Su Ming lowered his head and gripped a piece of steel pipe about the length of his forearm with his left hand.

My palms are getting warm; the countdown begins.

Just then, heavy footsteps came from the outer edge of the sorting area.

Su-Ming glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

A middle-aged man dressed in military uniform walked over.

He wore a silver inspection badge on his chest, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

Behind the man were two assistants carrying sophisticated scanning equipment.

The short-haired woman next to him paused her work and muttered something under her breath.

"Damn it, the spot checkers are here."