Starting off by scavenging through trash.

The biting wind howled fiercely, and spider webs swayed among the shattered ruins. Broken stones and rubble lay scattered on the ground, while the air was thick with a damp, musty stench mingled with a pungent, acrid odor.

In a cold, damp corner, a little girl huddled, trembling beneath a tattered woolen blanket. Behind her stood a half-collapsed brick wall, and not far off, rats and snakes slithered about.

Though shielded from the harshest gusts, the girl’s lips were blue and her face pale from the relentless cold. Yet, she persevered, her eyes fixed determinedly on the vast landfill before her.

As the temperature continued to drop, she hugged her legs tightly, trying to conceal herself within the worn blanket.

The cold was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Just half a month ago, Wen Jiu was a cultivator in the modern era, living deep in the mountains under her master’s tutelage, with no worries about food or shelter.

But who could have imagined? One awakening later, she found herself a twelve-year-old orphan in a starry age, relying on scavenging trash to survive.

Moreover, her cultivation techniques were utterly useless in this world.

No one could fathom the shock she felt upon waking up in such a filthy, chaotic environment.

Wen Jiu had inherited the memories of the original owner—an orphan who had grown up like a rat, scurrying through such surroundings, scavenging scraps from the garbage dumps, competing with adults for scraps of copper and iron to sell, doing anything to survive.

Sadly, the original girl had succumbed to a sudden illness brought on by poverty.

Wen Jiu was quick to adapt; after all, she had witnessed her senior sister soar through the skies with a single kick. After digesting her emotions overnight, she returned to the scavenging the very next day.

No choice—without scavenging, she would starve.

This was her life for the past two weeks. Day after day, Wen Jiu had honed her skills in scavenging.

Small dumps offered the highest chance to find nutrient fluids and discarded food but were fiercely guarded by roaming adults ready to rob her at any moment.

Large dumps, though swarming with adults scavenging scrap metal to sell, were vast enough that a nimble child like her could still find some scraps without direct confrontation.

Yet, competing with adults for valuable items was impossible; even if she found something good, it would be snatched away, and worse, she could be beaten.

Without money for medicine, a beating could easily be fatal.

Thus, Wen Jiu came to the large landfill not to risk her life for valuables, but to gather food—after all, one must fill their stomach to survive.

Suddenly, a brilliant beam of light cut through the dark night sky. A massive garbage flying vehicle halted midair, roaring loudly.

Wen Jiu swiftly grabbed the large sack beside her and found a good spot, waiting for her chance.

The vehicle rumbled as it emptied its load. Once the light faded and the vehicle departed, Wen Jiu shot into the landfill like an arrow released from a bow.

Others, like her, surged towards the dump with wild desperation.

Suppressing the nausea from the acrid stench, she rummaged through the piles of refuse, all while avoiding detection by the adult scavengers—ferocious as wolves and tigers in this harsh world.

The spot she chose was familiar, one she had visited many times. Being a bit away from the central heap, it was usually overlooked until other areas were thoroughly picked clean.

Her hands, coated in grime, meticulously sifted through the trash. Though dizzy and weak from hunger, barely able to stand, she pushed on with sheer will.

Fortune favored her somewhat; beneath a rag doll, she found a broken test tube with a faint layer of blue liquid at its base. She sniffed and confirmed it was nutrient fluid, quickly swallowing it.

It tasted like plain water.

When the last drop was gone, she reluctantly discarded the empty vial.

The dizzy hunger pangs subsided a little.

Feeling steadier, she resumed searching and, to her surprise, uncovered several unopened packs of meat slices.

Checking the expiration date, she found they would spoil the day after tomorrow.

Her discovery meant she could survive for at least two more days.

She immediately stuffed the meat into her bag and continued scavenging.

Before long, urgent footsteps approached from the left. Alert, she hurriedly pulled her sack close and slipped into an empty oil drum nearby.

Barely had she hidden when two men’s voices rose in angry curses outside.

“Didn’t you say there’s a kid around here every day? Where is she now?”

“I saw her just a few days ago, but who knows where she’s gone today!”

“What’s the point of you talking? We came all this way to breathe air? Can’t even keep an eye on someone, useless!”

“Calm down! Keep looking! Maybe she switched spots.”

Wen Jiu shrank motionless inside the drum, slowing her breath, straining to remain silent.

Such a cruel world—someone as poor as her, who couldn’t even scrape together half a star coin, was still a target for robbery.

“Tsk, probably froze to death somewhere. Look for her yourself; I’m going after others.”

“Damn it, you go; I’ll find her myself.”

One man’s footsteps faded, but the other lingered nearby, occasionally making loud noises as he rummaged.

Wen Jiu listened patiently. At her age, fighting adults was impossible; hiding was her only hope.

But things did not go as she wished. The man searched for a long while, cursing incessantly.

She cursed inwardly too—this guy was wasting her scavenging time and the biting cold inside the drum nearly numbed her limbs.

Finally, the curses and rustling ceased.

After waiting a while longer and confirming the coast was clear, Wen Jiu cautiously lifted the barrel’s lid.

Suddenly, rough hands shot inside, grabbing her hair with a painful yank, lifting her off the ground like a plucked weed.

“Damn it, the little brat’s hiding here.”

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