I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Murphy glanced at his newly acquired ability.

[Complete Control: You can freely control your body]

How should I put it? Literally speaking, it sounds a bit strange.

Perhaps for other normal living beings, this thing could represent the control of bodily organs, and might even be of some use.

However, Murphy's body doesn't have many organs at all, and even if it did, it could control itself, making this thing seem rather useless.

Of course, Murphy hasn't actually experienced the specific uses of this thing yet.

It might be like a sprint; it might seem useless now, but it could suddenly become useful after evolution.

Meanwhile, the goblin beside it warned the goblins in the distance.

"Just follow the pre-arranged procedure and don't do anything unnecessary. I'll come over and check on things once I'm done here!"

"Yes, Chieftain!" the goblin replied, then turned and ran off.

Then Goblu turned around, glanced at the newly turned farmland, walked over, and gently scooped up some soil.

The area around the goblin tribe is mostly jungle, so the land there is relatively compacted and hardened.

The soil is also covered with root remnants that were not completely removed.

But at this moment it was incredibly soft and breathable, perhaps because it was the first time using this system and I wasn't very familiar with it.

He was still inferior to a somewhat wise old farmer like Goblu.

However, the effort it saves and the extent to which it cleans up underground debris are unmatched by Gobru.

"Tsk tsk... It looks a bit strange, but it's really good stuff."

Goblu rubbed the soil between his fingers and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

After Murphy completed the one-click tilling process, he continued:

"To use this thing, you need to provide a certain amount of food, any kind of food will do, and you also need to provide gel."

After noting it down, Goblu asked the following question.

"Besides that, is there anything else we need to prepare?"

Murphy nodded, then walked to the stage and began demonstrating to Goblin.

"Different crops require different nutrients; you need to input them here."

After all, Murphy himself doesn't know how to farm, and he hasn't yet learned how to integrate farming techniques into machinery.

Therefore, Goblin and his companions need to make up for this deficiency by utilizing their own experience.

After saying that, Murphy stopped and looked at Goblin.

After a moment of hesitation, Brobble realized what Murphy meant and quickly jogged away.

When they returned, they were followed by several goblins pulling a cart.

It was carrying several bags on its own and ran ahead of Murphy.

The bags, stacked together, were several times taller than him.

But when Goblu carried them, he didn't feel any effort at all. When he put them down, he didn't even break a sweat.

Moreover, the heavy, dull thud the bags made when they landed clearly indicated that they were not lightweight items.

"This goblin is quite old, but he's still in pretty good health. Could he have some kind of special bloodline?"

Seeing this, Ye nudged Old Ke beside him and casually asked a question.

"I don't know, maybe it's a benefit of being enlightened," Old Ke replied casually, without saying anything more.

Neither of them cared much about the matter, so they didn't exchange many words and instead continued to observe Murphy's plans.

Seeing this from a distance, Sri frowned, because of his abilities, he was always quite sensitive to the matter of bloodlines.

From the moment he met Goblu, he had never sensed any special bloodline in him, and it had always been so.

There is no possibility of any sudden change.

But in his previous memory, this Mr. Goblu was exactly the same as the old man, so where did he get such a strong body?

Could it be that you've found some special career?

But when his gaze fell on Goblu.

Goblu glanced back at him at the opportune moment, then smiled and nodded, before patting the bag beside him.

It was clearly a deliberate attempt to show off his transformation in front of Sri.

Siri's eyelids twitched, and he did indeed become somewhat interested. Then he slowly nodded.

Seeing that his actions had worked, Goblu turned to Murphy and continued speaking.

"That should be all. How exactly is this input done?"

Murphy pointed to the opening in the machine.

"Prepare the fertilizer according to the specified ratio, then pour it in, and the machine will automatically record the information."

Goblu quickly did as instructed, and after preparing the necessary ingredients from the bags in the ladle, he poured them all into the mouth.

The machine ran for a while, and then a small white card was spit out from another opening.

"What is this?"

"Pheromone cards, then use the same formula to insert the cards."

Murphy pointed to the slot next to the feed inlet and explained.

The principle behind this thing is quite simple: the formula is recorded using pheromones and then placed in spider silk, which is then sealed with a layer of pheromones.

It also saves us from having to specially find feed to prepare each time we plant.

Gorub nodded thoughtfully, then asked:

"Once the records are kept, will the spiders automatically mix the ingredients as long as the raw materials are provided?"

Murphy shook his head.

"What's going on?"

"No raw materials are needed," Murphy said.

"Brother Fei, what does this mean? Does it mean we don't need to provide raw materials, it's just conjured up directly?"

Old Ke was the one who became curious first. He listened for a while, but hadn't thought anything of it before.

But if they suddenly pull off something out of thin air, isn't that just their church's trick to attract believers?

"Yes, Mr. Murphy, it's not that I don't believe what you're saying, but isn't not providing raw materials a bit too much..."

Gorub didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was quite clear.

"It can do it itself," Murphy replied.

"Oh, that's all right now."

Old Ke immediately waved his hand. He thought Murphy was going to start a religion, and he had been happy for so long for nothing.

"So, this thing is actually a puppet with some kind of instinct, right?"

Ye listened for a while and finally caught up with the rhythm, muttering a question.

But before Murphy could answer, he muttered to himself.

"Why does it feel like a necromancer or some kind of puppeteer?"

"A necromancer? A puppeteer?"

Murphy was taken aback, and then became somewhat interested.

These two things are probably related to professions. If he can think about similar ideas, could he learn from them?

Goblu gradually noticed Murphy's attention shifting and quickly spoke up to bring it back:

"Mr. Murphy, could you elaborate?"

Murphy had no choice but to give up for now and planned to ask him properly later.

Let's focus on getting down to business for now.

"Just set the scope of the action and the permissions for that action here, and that's it."