The rain of garbage from the sky finally stopped. The scavengers, who had been waiting with weapons and containers at the ready, immediately rushed toward the garbage dump. This time, there were no appraisers to inspect things, no Administrators to get the first pick—and, of course, no one to open the gates.
They forced open the dump's modest entrance, and a thousand or so people poured inside from eight different directions.
Against a garbage dump the size of a large neighborhood, a thousand people really wasn't many. They had barely entered before everyone had scattered in every direction.
Feng Xue opened his eyes and looked around. His vision was filled with all sorts of elements. He felt like he'd stepped into Scrooge McDuck's money bin. The sheer impact of finding gold scattered everywhere made the treasure hunts where he'd had to race others and search carefully look like they weren't even worth mentioning.
Feng Xue couldn't be bothered to inspect everything one by one. Whenever he spotted an element, he tossed it into the cardboard box in front of him. He kicked the box along as he walked, smelting the miniaturized objects inside as he went.
One success or failure notification after another flashed before Feng Xue's eyes, but he didn't care in the slightest. During the time he'd spent raising Chen Xiyao, he'd killed plenty of Omens. The personal [Shi] he'd accumulated wasn't quite astronomical, but he still had hundreds of thousands. On top of that, many of the flying Omens that had fallen after crashing into the garbage vortex had landed in the dump. Smelting even a single corpse would earn him a hefty sum, while smelting a False Thing cost only five Tower. That was pocket change!
As one element after another went into the Golden Finger,