"Grey Wolf, don't stash everything away.

You eat first, fill your stomach, I still have some [Flame-Roasted Lamb Chops] here."

Moreover, as long as we pass the Trial Dungeon successfully, you can eat lamb meat every day until you're stuffed."

This silly wolf would rather starve himself, just to take the delicious lamb back for his wife to eat.

But how could Mo Qingchen possibly let this conceptual wolf work on an empty stomach?

Once more, he pulled out a piece of [Flame-Roasted Lamb Chops] and handed it to Grey Wolf.

"More, more? Thank you, Boss!"

Seeing yet another piece of lamb chop appear, Grey Wolf's eyes sparkled with golden light, and tears of joy uncontrollably flowed down his face.

At this moment, Grey Wolf made a great resolution.

No matter how challenging it might be, he was determined to help the Boss successfully pass the Trial Dungeon!

With tears of happiness in his eyes, he slowly and deliberately chewed the lamb chop, his fighting spirit as hot and vigorous as erupting lava!

Watching Grey Wolf carefully slicing the lamb chop into thin slices with a knife, then taking a slice, savoring the enticing aroma with a sniff, gently licking it with his tongue before finally placing it in his mouth and chewing with reverence,

Mo Qingchen and Mo Jin exchanged a look. Even the Great Needle Bee lifted its Riding Spear to point at its own head, with a questioning look in its ruby eyes.

"Is this guy's brain not quite right?"

"This is the obsession with eating lamb, a sense of fulfillment in faith."

Mo Qingchen and Mo Jin, linked by contract, communicated with each other mentally.

For the dinner, while Mo Qingchen and the insect only ate until they were satisfied, the wolf was patting its round stomach, looking blissfully happy.

After resting for half an hour, Grey Wolf suddenly changed from his lazy demeanor and took out his small hammer once more, stepping back into the workspace, beginning another round of frenzied metalwork.

When Mo Qingchen initially raided that mechanical pet store, he found dozens of different mechanical pets, both large and small, and the larger ones, like mechanical horses and mechanical bulls, were all handed over to Grey Wolf.

Now with one example already made into a Transformer, the next dozens were all set as its targets.

To ensure his Beastmaster Boss could smoothly pass the Trial Dungeon, Grey Wolf directly dismissed the monster farming plan set by the human and the insect.

Beastmasters, who are like fragile skins, should stay stationed at the rear.

Why charge forward?

Why get trapped in ambushes?

These things are not the concern of fragile Beastmasters!

It's just because the combat power in hand is insufficient that Beastmasters have to risk their own lives on the front lines, isn't it?

With me, the King, here, obediently go rest at the back!

Insufficient combat power? In front of me, the King, that's not even an issue!

Lacking firepower? Let a dozen Transformers rush in and beat them to death!

Give me one night, and watch me take the Boss flying!

For the sake of letting his wife eat delicious lamb meat everyday in the future, for the sake of a happy life ahead, he, Grey Wolf, decided to go all out!

With Grey Wolf all fired up, he directly entered a frenzy of manufacturing more soldiers.

Countless materials, through his hands, became parts on various mechanical pets.

One Transformer after another was born from Grey Wolf's hands.

Meanwhile, Mo Qingchen and Mo Jin were able to enjoy a rare night of good rest.

Because on the leaderboard, the second place was still trailing him by 10,000 points.

The moon set, the sun rose, and a night quietly passed by.

Mo Qingchen's first task upon waking was to check the leaderboard.

"This little brother from the Northern Bear Empire is truly desperate, he must have been farming monsters all night without resting, right?"

When he went to bed early last night, there was still a 12,000 point gap between him and the second place.

But after waking up in the morning, the gap had already shrunk to 4,000 points.

In a single night, facing reinforced monsters, grinding out 8,000 points of difference.

"Yawn, Boss, are you guys awake? Just in time to come see my masterpieces."

Grey Wolf yawned, walking out of the workspace looking exhausted, greeting them half-heartedly.

"No rush, freshen up, have breakfast, and then we'll get to work."

He took out various toiletries from the Supply Treasure Chest and a 5L bottle of mineral water. After washing up, he sat back at the table to eat again.

Mo Qingchen munched on a big meat bun, Mo Jin chewed on a 10-jin [Barbarian Pork Chops].

And Grey Wolf, who seemed spiritless just moments ago, was now holding the [Flame-Roasted Lamb Chop] like a treasure, happily savoring it.

After breakfast, the human, insect, and wolf headed to the workspace.

Lined up from small to large were a dozen Transformers in various animal forms, standing against the wall, their metallic bodies gleaming, exuding a rugged yet fierce and menacing aura.

These Transformers ranged from one meter to over six meters tall, but each was equipped with an Energy Air Cannon and a Plasma Oscillation Saber.

Mo Qingchen's eyes scanned over each Transformer, the [Eye of Truth] activating automatically, revealing one Attribute Panel after another.

All were standard Tier Three (blue) equipment, with skills being uniform, the only variance lying in their attributes.

The smaller Transformers had Power and Constitution not reaching the Tier Three maximum of 100 points, fluctuating between 85 to 95.

In contrast, the Agility Attribute, possibly due to the Gravity Suspension module, reached the 100-point maximum in every case.

Spirit? Controlled purely by the artificial intelligence within the Smart Bracelet, they were soulless tools, naturally registering as a big fat zero.

Mo Qingchen had no doubt; if Mo Jin got surrounded and beaten by this group of Transformers, he'd surely be turned into chicken-flavored patty.

"Boss, my inventions didn't let you down, did they? Hahaha..."

Grey Wolf stood with his hands on his hips, looking up, laughing heartily.

"Impressive! Just in time, the second place is about to catch up, we can test the power of these Transformers."

He gave Grey Wolf a thumbs-up, showing his approval.

Mo Jin raised his Riding Spear, but it seemed more like a gesture of disdain and provocation instead of praise.

"Good, let's conduct a combat test immediately, Boss, we can just sit here and watch."

Grey Wolf dragged over three chairs, gesturing for the human and the insect to sit, then conjured up a remote control in his hand, pressing it towards the wall the Transformers were leaning against.

Instantly, a large projection screen appeared on the wall behind them.

The twelve Transformers stepped out in unison with synchronized strides, leaving the workspace and heading to the lower floors, their target clear: the area below the 21st floor covered in red fog!

Inside the workspace, the giant projection screen flickered and split into twelve grids, each showing the visual perspective from a Transformer.

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