Translator: AnubisTL
"Just hear me out first, Brother Jiang."
Scar Dog paced back and forth, his expression slightly agitated, one hand clasped behind his back while the other gestured wildly in front of him as he spoke rapidly.
"Do you remember when we first arrived in this world? All our starting equipment came from killing mutated beasts."
"Even our armor-piercing bullet fragment was found in the wilderness."
"Items dropped by mutated beasts are often quite effective, but their drop rate is low, and ordinary people can't actively lure them out."
"During the day, mutated beasts hide in unknown places. Only blood and flesh can lure them out, but attracting one often brings entire packs, overwhelming ordinary people."
"You only occasionally encounter lone mutated beasts."
"What I'm trying to say is that items dropped by mutated beasts are actually an excellent source of equipment. Not only can we use discarded items for enhancement, but we can also collect unique one-star items."
"That's why a design concept suddenly popped into my head just now."
"I'm calling it Perpetual Motion Machine 2.0—"
"The Automatic Monster Grinding Machine!"
"Look—"
Scar Dog tugged up his pants legs with both hands, then squatted down and casually picked up a twig from the ground. He drew a large circle in the yellow sand, then a smaller, thumb-sized circle in the center.
"This small circle represents our position."
"First, we find an open area, preferably a deep pit or something similar. Then we place Brother Jiang's modified, unmanned turret with its infinite firepower in the center."
"Next, we leave large quantities of blood and shredded meat in an open area of the wilderness to attract the mutated beasts."
"The blood and meat will guide them straight into the entrance of the phantom gate. After all, mutated beasts aren't very intelligent, and the exit of the phantom gate is right here in the pit where we've placed the turret."
"Like this!"
"The mutated beasts will obediently walk into our trap and be slaughtered."
"While dropping items, the beasts' meat can also be fed to the slaves."
"And we can set up multiple entrances to these phantom gates."
"Brother Jiang, have you forgotten what you used to tell me?"
"You said the essence of business is to infinitely replicate a successful small project on a one-to-one scale."
"We can deploy nearly a hundred of these phantom gates around us!"
"Once everything is set up, even while we're sleeping, this Automatic Monster Grinding Machine will automatically clear out all mutated beasts within a hundred kilometers, or even a million kilometers!"
"Brother Jiang, just imagine the harvest!"
"It'll be absolutely heaven-defying!"
"Exactly!"
Scar Dog suddenly stood up, his face flushed with excitement as he continued, "We also need to consider how to sort through the corpses and retrieve the dropped items."
"For this, I have an even more ingenious design: the Automatic Sorting Machine!"
"And it achieves three goals at once!"
"All we need to do is..."
"Stop, stop, stop!!!"
Chen Jiang picked at his ear, his voice weary. "Mr. Scar, please pause your perfect design."
"Have you considered whether we have enough energy blocks to simultaneously power so many phantom gates?"
"But we have those mechanical race slaves, right? They can provide us with nearly 20,000 energy blocks per day."
"Is 20,000 energy blocks enough to power your Automatic Monster Grinding Machine?"
Chen Jiang sighed wearily. "If nothing goes wrong, your grand design for the Automatic Sorting Machine probably relies on energy blocks too, doesn't it?"
"We need to conserve energy blocks. We can't just use them recklessly."
"But if we run out, can't we just capture more mechanical race slaves?"
"We only have 106 step trackers."
"I know, but I checked the Altar Shop's stock—there are still 501 step trackers available."
"We don't have enough blood sacrifice points."
"Yes, I know." Scar Dog hesitated, his expression conflicted. "But there are still 21 hours left until the Blood Sacrifice of the Ten Thousand Races event ends."
"Brother Jiang, do you think it's possible..."
"...that we could find another mechanical race city or a densely populated alien settlement within these 21 hours?"
"And then earn enough blood sacrifice points to redeem all the remaining step trackers from the Altar Shop's stock?"
"With this, we can acquire enough energy blocks in a single day."
"Once we have enough energy blocks, Brother Jiang, you can rest assured that I'll automate everything we use!"
"Even going to the bathroom."
"We don't have an underground sewage system, so relieving ourselves anywhere is unsanitary and unclean."
"Building an outhouse would be pointless in this scorching heat—it would be no different than having nothing at all."
"Therefore..."
"We can hollow out the inside of a wooden crate."
Scar Dog casually pulled an empty wooden crate from his chest, tossed it onto the ground, and gestured at its opening. "Then, we'll activate a permanent phantom gate entrance beneath the crate."
"The exit will be placed ten thousand meters away."
"This solves the problem of waste disposal."
"It effectively isolates the odor and eliminates the risk of splashing water wetting our butts."
"Of course, while this design concept is excellent..."
"Brother Jiang, you know this small idea doesn't even rank among my top thirty designs."
"I have countless near-perfect design concepts, but all of them require a massive amount of energy blocks."
Scar Dog took a deep breath, his expression earnest as he stood up and looked at Chen Jiang. "Brother Jiang, I need more energy blocks and more slaves."
"Trust me, if we redeem all 500 step trackers from the Altar Shop..."
"I'll bring you countless surprises, Brother Jiang!"
"And to achieve all this—"
"We just need to slaughter another mechanical race city within the next 21 hours. Oh wait, one might not be enough."
"Two. Two will definitely suffice."
"What do you say, Brother Jiang?"
Chen Jiang remained expressionless for a long moment before slowly rising. He picked up the stiff-brimmed felt hat he'd been sitting on, dusted it off, and casually placed it on his head. With a soft chuckle, he said, "Why not?"
"You've convinced me."
"I must say, your perpetual motion machine product line is expanding rapidly."
"In that case, we need to pick up the pace. Time might be running short."
"Let's go. For your perfect design concepts, we'll have to work overtime tonight."
(End of the Chapter)
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