Awakening In The Trash Pile{My System is Cosmic Scavenger}
Kieran expected death but when he opened his eyes, he wasn’t greeted by a celestial herald or a mystic inheritance.
He was greeted by the rotting stench of the Verdant Cloud Sect’s refuse pits thrown there after his Qi channels were shattered for daring to protect a fellow disciple.
A cripple. Trash, discarded by the world of cultivation.
As despair threatened to consume him, a cold, resonant voice echoed in his mind not from a heavenly treasure, but from the very spiritual garbage surrounding him.
[System Initializing…]
[Host Located: Zero-Star Aptitude. Mortal-Body. High Compatibility.]
[Welcome to the Cosmic Scavenger Initiative. Processing Local ‘Waste’…]
While geniuses plundered ancient tombs for legendary swords, Kieran’s system analyzed broken pill slag to reconstruct perfect Divine-grade elixirs.
While young masters absorbed pure spirit stones, his system taught him to devour the corrosive resentment from cursed artifacts, turning poison into pure, terrifying power.
His domain wasn’t a pristine meditation chamber it was the dump. And every piece of “trash” was a puzzle piece to ultimate strength.
They laughed when he crawled out, covered in filth.
They sneered when he dared to re-enter the outer sect as a janitor.
But when a demonic beast core deemed too unstable and discarded by the Patriarch landed in the refuse heap, Kieran simply smiled.
[Scanning… ‘Catastrophic-Level Waste’ detected. Beginning Assimilation.]
Now, the sect that discarded him trembles.
The geniuses who mocked him are baffled.
For the man they left in the trash is sifting through the bones of fallen gods and the wreckage of dead realms and his cultivation path is built on everything they were too arrogant to see.
This is the rise of an underdog no one saw coming, A cultivator who will forge a throne from the universe's waste.
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Chapter: The Price of A SecondThe silence after Marcus left was thick with the smell of waste and fury. Kieran stood on shaky legs, the cracked crucible a cold, gritty weight in his hand. In the channel, Lars finally hauled himself out, vomiting onto the stones. He shot Kieran a look of pure, unhinged hatred before stumbling away, dripping foulness, to follow his master.Kieran knew he had about five minutes of grace. The time it would take for Lars to get to the baths, for Marcus to cool down from his rage and start planning. The beating he’d get if he was caught here would make the spirit-thorn whip feel like a memory.He had to move.Shoving the crucible into the large pocket of his work apron, he grabbed his hooked pole and shuffled away from the sluices, not toward the bunkhouse, but deeper into the service alleys. He needed a hole. Somewhere no one went.He found it behind the abandoned tannery a collapsed lean-to of rotten timbers, half-buried in years of blown leaves and dirt. It was a tomb of neglect.
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Chapter: The Scavenger ForgeThey dumped him just inside the Custodial Quarter gate, his torn robe tossed on top of him like a shroud. The world was a blurred tunnel of white-hot pain radiating from his back. He lay on the packed dirt, unable to move, listening to the retreating footsteps of the overseers.[Host status: Critical. Multiple lacerations contaminated with ‘Soul-Burn’ toxin. Systemic shock imminent.]The System’s words floated through the haze. He knew he was dying. The spirit-thorn poison was doing its work, creeping toward his heart and core.But something else was happening, too. That tiny, patched-together meridian cluster in his chest the ‘Lesser Heart’ conduit was still humming. It was pulling at the ambient energy, yes, but more importantly, it was actively tugging at the poison inside him. Not to expel it, but to process it.[Emergency salvage protocol active. Treating ‘Soul-Burn’ toxin as high-grade corrosive waste.]The grinding, industrial sensation returned, this time focused on the woun
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Chapter: THE BROKEN THE UNBROKEN CHAPTER 010The first lash hit without warning.It wasn’t like anything Kieran had imagined. The leather snapped against his skin with a sharp thwack, but that was just the start. In the next heartbeat, the tiny spirit-thorns dug in, burning like acid and fire at the same time. The poison seeped into his nerves, turning the line of impact into a river of pure, screaming pain.Kieran’s body arched hard against the post. A guttural scream tore from his throat.[Critical damage detected. Toxin spreading. Activating emergency mitigation.]The System’s calm, mechanical voice cut through the agony like a lifeline. The tiny, newly-fixed meridian cluster in his chest stirred, pulling in the faintest bit of ambient Qi. It didn’t make him strong. It barely made him human. But it did something isolating the poison, diverting the worst of the pain, shoring up torn tissue. He still hurt, but he could survive it.Thwack!The second lash landed just below the first. Fresh fire exploded across his b
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Chapter: BENEATH THE WHIP CHAPTER 009The pain was quiet, deep, and relentless. It felt like molten glass twisting through the wreckage of his chest, threading through pathways Kieran thought were gone forever. The System didn’t heal gently it worked like a cold, precise machine, forcing the 324 units of Essence through him as if repairing a shattered pipeline.Time lost all meaning. There was only the grinding ache inside him and the damp chill of the stone floor seeping into his bones.A faint ping in his mind marked the progress:[Allocation complete. Meridian Cluster ‘Lesser Heart’ 23% restored. Basic function regained.][Host can now passively absorb ambient spiritual energy at 0.1% efficiency of a 1st Stage Qi Condensation cultivator.]It was pitiful. A trickle where others had rivers. But a trickle was better than the empty desert he’d felt before.He felt it then a tiny pull in the air, almost imagined, drawing the faintest bit of spiritual energy into the repaired meridian. Not enough to really fight
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Chapter: NO ESCAPE ONLY SURVIVAL CHAPTER 008The sound was wrong. Not wood on metal. A deep, shivering snap rolled through the yard.The oak of Marcus’s training sword splintered, the thin spirit-steel core inside shattered like glass. Kieran’s chaotic Essence had poured into the bar at the exact moment of impact, magnifying the force.Marcus froze. His prized sword the symbol of his skill and status was now nothing but a jagged stump of twisted wood and metal.Silence stretched.Then Marcus’s face darkened. Gone was the mocking cruelty. Replaced by something cold, dangerous, and murderous.“You… you broken piece of nothing…” he hissed, voice low, trembling with rage. “You dare?”He dropped the ruined hilt. He didn’t need it. His hands curled into fists. A pale blue ripple of air shimmered around them, faint but visible. He was calling on his Qi the spiritual energy Kieran had never been able to touch.“I’m going to put you in the ground myself,” Marcus growled, voice low and deadly.This wasn’t just a beating. This
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Chapter: FACE TO FACE WITH MARCUSCHAPTER 007Kieran’s heart leapt. They weren’t done with him yet.The voice came from just outside his row. Torchlight flickered over the walls.He was out of time. He pushed himself up. His body moved with a new, fluid strength. Four hundred eleven units of Essence hadn’t turned him into a master cultivator, but it had made his broken body faster, tougher, sharper.A custodial worker rounded the corner, torch in hand. Kieran didn’t think. He acted. He grabbed a handful of loose hay from the floor and flung it into the man’s face.“Argh! He’s here!” the worker yelled, coughing and swiping at the straw.Kieran didn’t stop. He darted down the narrow alley between the sheds, his legs pumping, his lungs burning. He didn’t know where he was going he only knew he had to put distance between himself and the stolen core.He burst into a wide service yard and skidded to a halt.Standing there in the moonlight wasn’t a worker or a handler.It was Marcus.Kieran froze. Marcus’s robes were clean
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