The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Everyone recalled the elite monsters from Wasteland Era.

Without exception, all of those monsters were extremely large.

Elite monsters possess strength proportional to their size.

And those leader-level monsters are even more enormous.

Even the small ones are as big as a large truck.

Only lord-level monsters would find their enormous bodies a burden.

Thus, it sheds its enormous size and becomes, from a human perspective, slightly more normal.

Mr. Qian's eyes gradually became excited.

A picture had already formed in his mind.

He rode on the back of a giant sea turtle, strolling around the street, attracting the attention of many people.

What a fun scene that must have been!

He couldn't help but speak up.

"You mean I can ride on his back for walks from now on?"

There was a hint of expectation in Mr. Qian's tone.

Chi Zhengyang looked at Old Qian.

He knew what Mr. Qian was thinking.

He nodded slightly, but then shook his head.

"The purpose of pets is not companionship," Chi Zhengyang corrected, "but protection."

But at this moment, Elder Wei set his sights on another point.

"Are there many pets? If they can't be brought together on a large scale, they probably won't be of much use."

Old Master Wei's words directly pointed out the core issue.

Even elite-level pets are just a drop in the ocean when facing a massive army of monsters.

Only by achieving scale can the situation truly be changed.

Chi Zhengyang was prepared for this. He nodded and looked at Elder Wei: "I did ask about that."

"Comrade Lin Mo said that at the current rate, we can stably produce 500 pet eggs every day."

"If there is sufficient revenue, the number can be increased by building more biological laboratories."

Upon hearing this, the group gave a wry smile.

They looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Sales revenue..."

Old An repeated the word in a low voice.

Sales revenue is needed everywhere.

For the first time, they truly and deeply felt the meaning of the word "poor".

It was a feeling of powerlessness.

Chi Zhengyang looked at them and then said, "The Death Mine can stably produce 1.3 million Source Crystals every day."

"Zhou Jian is also exploring the Death Mine in depth."

"He discovered some new branches."

Chi Zhengyang paused for a moment, then gave an exciting piece of news.

"If all goes well, we can add another batch of miners."

"It can stably produce three million source crystals every day."

"Not only that."

Chi Zhengyang's voice once again drew everyone's attention.

"Zhang Heng is also familiarizing himself with the power of that body."

"The pioneering team he leads can now produce two million source crystals every day."

"Once he has complete control over the body's power..."

"The speed of acquiring source crystals should be improved."

These source crystals sound like a lot, but in reality, they're not nearly enough.

However, the amount of Source Crystals that can actually be obtained is definitely more than this. The current Wasteland Era can accommodate five million people!

......

Within the Wasteland Era.

Lin Mo watched as the machine ran smoothly, with a pet egg appearing almost every five minutes.

Most of these pet eggs are defensive sea turtles.

Lin Mo looked at the sparrow, which was perched on the edge of the control panel, tilting its head.

"Please post an acquisition request for me," Lin Mo said.

"I need more, and different kinds of materials."

This one type of defensive pet is simply not enough.

He does indeed prefer pets with strong defenses, but that doesn't mean everyone is like him.

Moreover, if the variety of pets is too limited, it will be easy for enemies to find weaknesses and target them in the future.

This is not what Lin Mo wanted to see.

Lin Mo's mind raced as he quickly calculated.

He wants not only powerful pets, but also a diversity of pet species.

"We're acquiring large quantities of materials at the servant level and above," Lin Mo continued.

He paused for a moment, thinking about how to maximize the players' enthusiasm.

Recycling alone is not enough; we need more direct competition and rewards.

Lin Mo knows her own personality all too well.

Once you have an idea, you must act on it immediately.

Or perhaps you want something and you must get it immediately.

Otherwise, one will keep thinking about this matter, thus entering into endless internal friction.

In this situation, to put it nicely, one is impatient and has strong execution ability.

In reality, it's just the fear of unmet expectations and a lack of security.

Ultimately, this leads to a situation where one is unwilling to forgive oneself and also cannot tolerate waiting.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Mo added, "Also, create a ranking list."

"Earn points by recycling materials. The person ranked first on the points leaderboard will be rewarded with a mid-level gene potion."

Lin Mo knew that at this stage, intermediate-level gene potions were extremely attractive to players.

That means a leap in physical fitness, a real and tangible increase in strength.

The price is just too expensive.

"The second place winner will be awarded a green F-grade Origin Weapon, and the third place winner will be awarded a blue F-grade Origin Weapon."

He created a tiered reward system to ensure that players at different levels had a chance to receive good rewards.

"Third to tenth place will be awarded a top-tier weapon."

The sparrow nodded gently, its body trembling slightly.

【receive. 】

[Announcement in progress...]

[World Announcement: The General Store has launched a limited-time recycling mission! We are buying large quantities of materials from Servant-level and above monsters! Recycling will earn you points, and the top ten on the points leaderboard will receive generous rewards!]

[First Place: One Intermediate Genetic Agent!]

[Second Place: One Green F-Rank Origin Weapon!]

[Third Place: One Blue F-Rank Originium Weapon!]

[Rankings 4th to 10th: One top-tier weapon!]

The world chat channel instantly erupted in chaos.

Countless players' comments flooded in like a tidal wave, almost instantly overwhelming the screen.

"Holy crap! There's an extra reward for recycling materials? The shopkeeper's really generous!"

"The first place prize is a mid-level gene serum! I'm seriously drooling over that! I've been wanting to die for ages!"

"Number one! Number one! I'm going to take number one! Nobody can take my gene serum away from me!"

"It feels like this has nothing to do with me. Who are the big shots who got first place? I'm really envious."

"Team up to hunt rats! Aiming for the top three rewards! Bring your stats!"

"I'm a college student, looking for a pro to carry me for free. Those asking for money, get lost, thanks."

"Please stop insulting college students! We college students are normal people too, we have our pride!"

"You should know that there are three kinds of people in this world: men, women, and shameless scoundrels."

On the world channel, players were in high spirits.

Some people are itching to get started and are ready to make a big splash.

Some people are figuring out how to curry favor with powerful figures and hitch a ride on their coattails.

Some people have even started studying the map to find places where high-level monsters might spawn.

Lin Mo looked at the various messages in the chat channel. A slight smile appeared on his lips.

The players' reaction was exactly what he expected.

After all, competition is what drives motivation.

Sudden.

The sparrow suddenly looked up, its expression turning serious: "The Bone King is here."