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?"
----
"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.
