Garbage Day

After witnessing an omen, life became mundane. The woman who was taken away vanished without a trace, and Feng Xue had no intention of exploring the hidden aspects of it. Day after day, he continued his work of collecting corpses and smelting.

One had to admit, this world truly lived up to its reset mechanism. Feng Xue received at least five to six corpse collection missions daily. Except for a few times when the distance was too great and he couldn't make it, the rest of the times, the death toll exceeded fifty.

Calculating this, in the six days since Feng Xue took up his post, nearly two thousand people had died in the entire Landfill Area.

However, Feng Xue harbored no superfluous sympathy for the deceased. He merely tallied his gains from collecting corpses over these past few days.

In six days, he had collected over 100 corpses, extracted more than thirty Elements, and accumulated over three thousand Tower of untranslatable Knowledge with personal markings that couldn't be absorbed.

It was worth mentioning that for every corpse collected, the Infinite City issued a salary of one hundred Tower Coins, which was equivalent to the salary offered by the gangs. These more than one hundred corpses instantly boosted his reserve of edible Knowledge to an astonishing twenty thousand Tower Coins.

But Feng Xue didn't feel like a rich man, because tomorrow was the day for major expenses—

Garbage Day.

Feng Xue had accumulated quite a few Elements in his hands, and also a considerable amount of Knowledge for reforging, but he lacked the most crucial thing: the base material.

After all, although the focus of reforging was "forging," one shouldn't forget the "re" part. Yet, the only things Feng Xue currently had to forge with were his white robe and a dagger for self-defense.

Although his reforging had a good start, Feng Xue couldn't be certain that this thing was 100% successful. Therefore, before figuring out the specific mechanism of the Golden Finger, Feng Xue wouldn't use his own belongings for practice.

As dawn broke, the dimness in the room was automatically illuminated by soft lights. Unusually, Feng Xue wasn't jolted awake by a corpse collection mission.

He stretched his body forcefully, took off his wrist blade, hid it under the bed, and then, carrying a large-capacity backpack that cost him 500 Tower Coins, he left his humble abode.

According to the Knowledge provided in the Tag, he learned that the staff dormitory had Phantom-level defenses. Besides the resident themselves, only a Phantom could forcibly break down the door.

While it couldn't be said to be absolutely safe, as long as he didn't expose his possession of a Phantom, no one should be bored enough to smash his dormitory with a Phantom.

Perhaps his role-playing progress had increased from collecting corpses these past few days, or perhaps he had simply adapted to walking. Feng Xue took just over five minutes to arrive outside the west gate of the Garbage Dump. At this moment, it could already be described as a sea of people—the Garbage Dump had eight gates, but considering that tens of thousands of people from the entire Landfill Area would be entering here, this number still seemed small.

"Yo! Isn't that Xiao Feng?" A familiar voice came from behind. Feng Xue turned around and indeed saw Old Li. He was currently waving goodbye to a young man, seemingly having just finished guiding a newcomer.

"Good morning," Feng Xue greeted casually, waiting for Old Li to continue. Generally speaking, this guy usually showed up when he had something to say, and this time was no exception.

"I remember this should be your first Garbage Day after transmigrating, right? Do you want some pointers?" Old Li had a lecherous expression that seemed to ask, "Wanna buy some info?" Feng Xue rolled his eyes, glanced at the Tag above his head, which was set to "Information Broker," and immediately said, "How much do you want?"

"500 Tower Coins." Although Old Li knew Feng Xue should have earned quite a bit from collecting corpses lately, he didn't ask for an exorbitant price. Upon hearing this, Feng Xue said no more, took out his work ID, and handed five coins to Old Li.

"Got it!" Old Li took the coins and then said in a rather mysterious tone, "Do you know about the Locker Room?"

"Locker Room?" He naturally knew the term, but what Old Li was referring to was clearly not just a place to change clothes. Seeing his confused expression, Old Li smiled slightly and pointed to a row of rooms on both sides of the Garbage Dump's main gate.

"Those are the Locker Rooms. Because things taken out of the Garbage Dump require payment, and it's impossible to thoroughly search everyone before they enter, remembering what you have on you, there are often disputes. So, when people usually come to the Garbage Dump, they wear as little as possible."

As he said this, Old Li glanced around. Feng Xue then noticed that over ninety percent of the people gathered around the Garbage Dump were dressed very simply, either in short sleeves and shorts, or in simple tunics and trousers. In short, they were all about being neat and having few accessories.

However, because quite a few eccentrically dressed individuals were mixed among these people, and they appeared far more conspicuous than those dressed simply, this was the fundamental reason why Feng Xue hadn't noticed the problem at first.

But now that it was explained, he somewhat understood. At the very least, if he went in dressed like this, and when he came out, gang members pointed at his single-shoulder cloak and belt, claiming they were brought out from inside, he would have no evidence to explain.

"So the Locker Room is a place for people like me who don't know to change clothes? But why isn't there a sign or any notice about its use? Plus, I was wearing this same outfit when I transmigrated!" Feng Xue asked. Old Li's face showed a mocking smile.

"No, these places aren't set up by those gangs. Of course, they wouldn't advertise them. They wish everyone would pay a tuition fee! However, the valuation of ordinary clothing usually isn't too high, just enough to scam a hundred or so Tower Coins to teach someone a lesson. Of course, if you're really short on money, you can also go out naked..."

"As for why you didn't fall for the trap last time, it's because they could tell you had just transmigrated. The setting of the Garbage Dump is that 'newly transmigrated people and the items they bring with them are one entity.' So, even if they wanted to scam you, they couldn't take off your clothes. However, after leaving the Garbage Dump, your beginner's protection period will be over."

"Then how do I use the Locker Room?" Feng Xue nodded, not dwelling on the matter, and looked at the row of rooms. Old Li flicked the coin in his hand, making a "clang" sound, and then said, "100 Tower Coins, and you can rent a locker. Inside, there's a disposable garbage-picking outfit. You put your clothes inside and come out wearing the outfit. Remember to pull out the key, otherwise, when you come out, you'll find your clothes have disappeared. However, that thing doesn't have much defensive capability, so don't put valuable items inside."

"Alright, then I'll go change my clothes first." Hearing this, Feng Xue immediately walked towards a Locker Room. Old Li simply waved his hand and then turned to the next man in eccentric clothing—

The reason he was working so hard, besides earning the few hundred Tower Coins in information fees, was also because of his hidden profession—

[Locker Room Promoter].