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"This is troublesome."

Noah said regretfully, but there was no trace of regret in his tone; he seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold.

"How did you dismantle the ship?" Renyi asked him.

"Huh?" Noah was surprised by his question and paused for a moment before answering.

"They just dismantled it like that, smashing the bottom of the ship through... But back then it looked like an ordinary ship, except that there weren't these disgusting things in those pipes."

He spoke with a touch of nostalgia, as if reminiscing about an old toy that had been played with until it broke.

"In other words, it has now evolved."

I don't know if it's growing because of the number of resets or because of Xiao Jiu's addition.

He seemed lost in thought.

Going back to the previous question, Xiao Jiu eats way too slowly when she's asleep, completely unlike when she's awake and eats rice as quickly as she can.

Since targeting that dark brain won't work...

To speed up this process, we have to start with Xiao Jiu!

How can you get a sleeping octopus to eat rice without waking it up?

The answer is simple...

Add ingredients!

Renyi started searching through the system's inventory. Noah curiously leaned closer, but could only see Renyi's fingers tracing lines in the air.

If it weren't for the occasional flashing of blue lights, it would be almost like watching a pantomime without any props.

"What are you looking for? A more powerful weapon?"

"No."

He stopped at will, a flash of blue light, and a simple glass bottle appeared in his hand.

There was a crooked, handwritten label on the bottle:

[A soul-stirring blend of spices]

[Review: Recommended by the unknown vengeful spirit chef from Hell's Kitchen, this dish will move even the most discerning diners to tears. PS: Physically speaking.]

Although Noah couldn't see the panel, that bottle was clearly a spice jar.

"You want to... add some flavor to that brain?"

"Hmm, Xiao Jiu has a rather strong palate."

Without batting an eye, he put the condiment bottle away and took out another one.

【The Gods' Grilled Meat Partner (Cumin Flavor)】

[Review: A legendary powder said to be able to make gods relinquish their divinity just for another skewer. PS: Using it on non-divine beings may cause them to mistakenly perceive themselves as kebabs.]

"This should work."

Xiao Jiu likes cumin.

Klaus watched silently from the side.

He felt he should speak up and stop it, after all, it was like sprinkling cumin powder directly onto the brain of some unknown creature...

This sounds not only a bit hellish, but also unreliable.

But... it was his captain who spoke.

Klaus chose to keep quiet and silently took half a step back to avoid being implicated if anything happened later.

Noah, however, was intrigued.

Those hundreds of years in prison were definitely worth it; the amusement he saw today alone will keep him entertained for a long time.

"Okay, even if you find its favorite flavor."

Noah looked with distress at the pool of blood that was no longer calm, as if it were ready to spew out eight more burly men at any moment.

"How do I get there? Should I say I'm a delivery person?"

"They don't look like they'd tip."

As he spoke, he took out the "Pudu" and shook it. The silver-white metal rod, about the length of his forearm, instantly unfolded and turned into a fishing rod.

The ceiling height on the second basement level is very high, so this method is entirely feasible.

He re-embedded the "trouble threads" into the groove and tied the "Gods' Grilled Meat Partner (Cumin Flavor)" to the end of the fishing line.

next second.

Step back half a step with your right foot, lean your body slightly backward and raise the [Pudu] (a type of Chinese prayer flag) posture, assuming a standard casting rod stance.

"call out--"

The strands of trouble drew an almost invisible arc in mid-air, accompanied by a slight whooshing sound, and flew over a distance of several dozen meters towards the center of the blood pool.

The bottle swung back and forth at a height of about one meter above it.

[Given the current physical differences... I suggest adding fishing to the Olympic Games!]

[Seconded, uh... which category should fishing be in? Throwing?]

[I think I saw this in some period thriller, where they used a spider's silk to hang poison from a roof beam and precisely drip it into a wine glass!]

[Haha, upstairs, is your name Young Bao Shaotian?]

His hand was very steady.

The glass bottle, suspended in mid-air, tumbled around and around.

The brownish-yellow cumin powder poured down from the bottle, evenly sprinkling onto the still slowly beating black brain and onto Xiao Jiu, who was enjoying the "self-service all-in-one service in the lounge".

Almost the instant the first cumin powder landed on it.

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

The blood pool below churned violently again, with bubbles bursting one after another.

Eight tall, shadowy bodyguards rapidly materialized from the slime, stepping out of the pool almost simultaneously, their smooth, black faces scanning in all directions.

However......

They sensed an "intrusion," but there was no target within the scanning range?!

"Done."

He calmly reeled in the cable while standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Soon, the aroma of cumin filled the air.

Xiao Jiu's eyes remained closed, but they watched as the color of its head skin slowly changed from translucent black to golden yellow—

"That's its favorite color for baked potatoes..."

Previously, it would be a half-awake, half-asleep state, occasionally taking a small bite. Now, it has become an eager, rhythmic chewing and swallowing, with a frequency more than ten times faster than before.

Klaus breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although the process was so abstract that it made him question his existence, the captain achieved his goal.

He glanced again at the fishing rod in Renyi's hand.

The way the eldest brother remotely feeds... no, it should be called remote precision feeding seems to be very instructive.

"Perhaps we could create a chain-like structure for Newton..."

Can it be thrown out like a hammer?

Noah, standing beside him, stroked his chin, his eyes sparkling with curiosity:

"What exactly does this seasoning taste like?"

He has lived for thousands of years and has tasted delicacies that are said to outshine the stars.

But he had never seen anything like it where a pinch of seasoning could so much increase a creature's appetite and efficiency.

He silently reeled in his fishing rod.

Tired.

Why do these two people have such unusual interests?

Is now the time to research tool upgrades and food additives?

He interrupted their reverie:

"Time to get down to business."

Judging by the timing, it should be time for Wonka to make his appearance and set the stage for the guests.

Everyone should be gathered in the lobby on the first floor; upstairs... it's empty now.

"Let's go."

He turned around and walked up the stairs leading to the basement. "Let's move the construction to another location."

"This time, we'll dismantle it from top to bottom."

"We'll dismantle it while simultaneously modifying the 'Narwhal'."

"no problem!"

Klaus casually removed a door from the staff dormitory, then asked疑惑地问道, "What kind of transformation?"

"Hmm... a submarine, I guess."

"The kind with horns in the front."

Otherwise, how could it be called a narwhal?