Chapter 1: The God of Wealth descended and got lost
Beside a pile of garbage the size of a mountain stood a youth who looked completely out of place.
The youth didn't look very old, probably around 17-18 years old. The casual outfit he wore made the already youthful him look even younger. With a delicate and pretty face, he looked like he was replicated right out of a painting.
He was so clean he didn't look like someone who would appear on a trash planet.
The youth's eyes were limpid and clear, shining brightly as he looked at Wen XiaoYun: "Worship me, I can make you rich."
Wen XiaoYun silently placed the damaged mecha pieces he just collected into his pouch and continued to riffle through the garbage pile.
The youth blinked his eyes in confusion and continued to persuade: "I've observed from your features, you're a very fortunate person. You only need to worship me to start gaining wealth from now on."
Wen XiaoYun remained silent.
The youth advised patiently: "As men, we can't be so lacking in ambition. You can't collect garbage for a lifetime, right? How will you find a wife in the future? How will you feed and support your family?"
Wen XiaoYun finally stopped moving, turned around, and looked at the youth.
He didn't understand one single word of the language that came out of this youth's mouth.
However, the soft, pleasant sounding voice flowed leisurely through his psyche.
Seeing Wen XiaoYun looking towards himself, the youth's eyes lit up with anticipation, looking like they held all of the stars in the skies.
Wen XiaoYun opened his mouth and said in a deep and composed voice: "Who are you?"
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"Di Di Di"
The mechanical noise of a little robot resounded in the air. Although the scanning sound was minute, this noise was multiplied countless times in the ears of Wen XiaoYun, who had a SSS level psychic strength. It woke him up abruptly from his dream.
Wen XiaoYun opened his eyes. The little robot was waiting for his instructions.
Unprecedentedly, Wen XiaoYun didn't get up immediately after waking up. Furrowing his brows faintly, he recalled the dream he had last night.
He rarely had dreams. As the Empire's youngest admiral, he had been busy battling an alien insect species at the front lines. He had very little rest time and was even doing battle preparations in his sleep.
He never imagined that after the big battle with the Empress of the alien insects, he managed to escape death and land on this trash planet, gaining leisure time as a result. He even dreamt about a strange youth.