Once, there were still quite a few people at the garbage dump, but their attention was entirely on the nutrient solution—no one was rummaging through the trash anymore.

Brian Walker only carried three boxes this time, because as the nutrient solution gradually decreased, several adults at the back had started dividing up the area, not allowing her to carry any more. So she gave up and turned to rummaging through the trash.

She wanted to find some useful materials to make something.

After rummaging for over an hour, and seeing the sun about to rise, Brian Walker finally got up and left, riding her broken tricycle all the way back.

Back at her place, Brian Walker squatted in front of a wooden box, her hand brushing over a row of nutrient solutions, instantly feeling incredibly wealthy.

Now she could even pick the flavor of her nutrient solution.

Brian Walker chose a strawberry-flavored nutrient solution, took a careful sip, and found it delicious.

Even though she already had dozens of boxes of nutrient solution, she still had to drink sparingly—at least until she found a way to survive.

After filling her stomach, Brian Walker sorted out the things in her bag, looked over all her belongings, and decided to take a trip outside.

When the old person was still around, they could collect scrap to sell. In the child’s memory, the old person would often head north, saying they were going into the city to sell metal scrap.

A month had passed, and now with so much nutrient solution to fill her belly, Brian Walker wanted to go into the city and take a look.

She repaired her broken tricycle again, and even used waste oil collected from the dump to lubricate the chain and bearings, making sure she could get into the city smoothly the next day.

The next day, Brian Walker cleaned herself up, then pedaled her broken tricycle northward, huffing and puffing. It took about five hours before she finally saw the city.

No wonder the old person never brought the child along—it was so far.

She took a break, pulled a nutrient solution from her cloth bag, drank it, regained her strength, and continued riding forward.

This was the first time Brian Walker had seen relatively normal people since coming to this world. Aside from the occasional flying vehicles in the sky and all kinds of lifelike virtual ads by the roadside, there was almost no difference from the world she came from.

“Recently, a batch of nutrient solution from Tongxuan Company was found to be missing elements and is of no benefit to the human body... it has been dealt with.”

Brian Walker heard a news-like voice coming from a virtual screen up ahead to her right. Attracted by what the host was saying, she looked up and happened to see several photos displayed on the screen.

It was exactly the garbage dump she had been going to for the past month, with several garbage hovercars dumping trash continuously.

Brian Walker raised her eyebrows. In the corner of one photo, she saw herself—a small, dark figure, with only a pair of big eyes, the rest of her body pitifully thin.

—Like a little zombie.

But from the information just now, she learned one thing: the nutrient solution was missing key nutrients, so it was of no benefit to the human body, but also not harmful.

The most important thing now was to fill her stomach. As for whether it was nutritious, Brian Walker couldn’t afford to care for the time being.

Brian Walker was absorbed in watching the virtual screen, unaware that people around her were already glancing at her repeatedly.

A seven-year-old child riding a strange, moving pile of scrap metal—no matter how you looked at it, it was odd.

Author’s note: Brian Walker: Although I’m poor now, this engineer will definitely find a way to get rich!

Chapter 2

Brian Walker was thoroughly enjoying the advertisements along the way, picking up a lot of information from them.

For example, in this world, they actually sold mechas. In her world, such things were still in development—she hadn’t expected them to already be on the market here.

Her own field was in this direction too, but working on this required a lot of money. She wondered what the situation was like in this world.

“Hey, what is that thing you have?”

Brian Walker was slowly rolling along on her tricycle, watching the ads, when suddenly a child’s voice sounded behind her. At first, she thought it wasn’t directed at her, until a fair, chubby boy blocked her path, chin raised, and asked again.

The chubby boy was dressed well, with two adult bodyguard-like figures on either side—he clearly had some status.

Before Brian Walker could reply, the chubby boy stepped forward and started poking and prodding, muttering under his breath, “Is this some new model of mecha?”

Brian Walker looked up at the flying vehicles in the sky, then glanced at the pedestrians on the street: in this world, there probably weren’t any tricycles left—such an outdated means of transportation.

The chubby boy pointed at the cargo box behind Brian Walker and asked, “What’s this for?”

“For carrying things, and it can carry people too.” Brian Walker explained patiently. This kid looked richer than the people on the street—maybe she could make a little money.

Back in the day, Engineer Walker landed quite a few projects at a young age, thanks to her persuasive skills.

The chubby boy said curiously, “Carry people? But there aren’t any seats in the back.”

“Just get on and sit directly.”

“I’ll give it a try.” As soon as the chubby boy finished speaking, one of the bodyguards lifted him up.

Once on the tricycle, the chubby boy didn’t know where to sit—the back was too dirty.

Brian Walker glanced back and patted the side rail of the tricycle. “Hold on.”

The chubby boy tentatively grabbed the front bar, and as soon as he did, the person in front started pedaling the two square pedals under her feet, and this strange thing began to move.

The two bodyguards: “……” This weird thing was really slow.

Standing in the cargo box at the back of the tricycle, watching the street slowly recede, the chubby boy reached out and poked Brian Walker’s back. “Hey, this thing of yours is pretty fun.”