You've been stationmaster all this time and done just one real job, and you still have the nerve to ask for a reward?
Several minutes passed before he finally forced down that sickening sensation and steadied his heartbeat.
Inside the transfer station, the invisible beams of light had already begun working efficiently.
An invisible force lifted the vast sea of corpses, breaking them down and sorting them.
Chen Lin did not rush to rummage through them. Instead, he carefully searched the entire sprawling space.
Piles of metal, rubble, decomposing organic matter...
Although these ordinary garbage heaps were several times larger than before, Chen Lin found nothing that caught his eye after searching them thoroughly.
There was not even a single decent spirit stone.
He began to wonder.
This enormous load of battlefield garbage had clearly come from a cultivation world, so how could there be no storage artifacts or anything of the sort?
Not even the cheapest storage pouch?
Unwilling to give up, Chen Lin spent another hour or so searching several mountains of garbage, turning over practically every piece of scrap metal.
The results were disappointing.
Apparently, the garbage from this world really contained nothing with storage space.
"Broke as fucking hell."
Chen Lin muttered under his breath, finally pinning his hopes on the pile of corpses that had already undergone preliminary sorting.
He walked over to that area and, enduring the stench, searched carefully among the bodies.
Bracelets, rings, waist tokens...
He left nothing unchecked if it looked anything like a magical artifact.
Yet once again, he came up empty-handed.
Apart from their tattered clothing and armor, these corpses had been stripped clean, as though a professional team had looted them.
Just as he gave up completely, convinced he was destined to leave empty-handed today-
"Thump... thump... thump..."
An extremely faint but remarkably steady pulsing sound reached his ears without warning.
It was a heartbeat!
Every hair on Chen Lin's body