Chapter 75 - 23: Farming Monsters for Loot
The same thing, seen by some people as junk, but to another group is a treasure with great use.
Surprised exclamations occasionally come from Brother Ni’s direction.
"Whoa! Fishing line! How can there be such a thing in this place?"
"Whoa! Aluminum alloy door panel!"
"Whoa, a tent!"
Huge piles of scrap metal and household trash form a mountain here. It’s not that homeless people or gangs haven’t rummaged through this place before, but apart from prosthetic firearms or damaged drones and car parts, they don’t care, at most picking up two pieces of clothing that haven’t rotten away.
Dragging those big metal objects back is pointless without the ability to process them, they take up space and have no value. The boss may teach you a lesson if you bring back a broken door panel.
Damn, seems like treating the house as a recycling center.
But for a DIY enthusiast, this place is simply paradise, especially if they could discard the household trash that’s flowing with black water, fungi, and a rotten stench.
Others aren’t so lucky, after all, they have no eye for what’s valuable, only following W for moving and dismantling without seeing anything that hints value.
Wildman flips over a torn mattress again, a stench assaults his nose; only it’s useless for players with their smell sense blocked, just a minor visual irritation.