Let go of that monster girl!

"Hmm."

Lem bit his lip, trembling all over.

"Is this not enough? It's only just begun."

Three sit-ups.

That's it? Minor lime.

Molen wrote in his notebook without any surprise:

[Endurance: Minion]

"Master, what is magic?"

Lem blinked blankly.

[Magic: Minion]

Lem strained his little face and mustered all his strength to lift the stone barbell from the ground.

boo.

His left arm fell off completely, along with a small portion of his shoulder, turning into a puddle of slime.

[Strength: Minion]

Morren stood ten paces away and threw a dodgeball at Lem.

The first one is right in the middle of the bridge of the nose.

She dodged to the left, and the ball hit her left cheek.

She dodged to the right, and the ball hit her right cheek.

[Agility: Minion]

The mucus from the detached arm began to flow back, gurgling and bubbling, and within seconds it reformed.

Lyme was instantly healed, crouching down with his head in his hands, looking pitiful as he curled up into a ball.

[Regeneration: Terrifyingly So]

Molen snapped his notebook shut and solemnly announced:

"In conclusion, Lyme's overall rating is: trash."

Lem looked sad.

This result was entirely within Moran's expectations.

Among adventurers in the Dark Zone, there is an unofficial "level 100" danger index. A knight like Moren, who has trained for more than ten years, has a combat strength of about 30.

The Rat Girl is widely recognized as having the weakest combat ability.

Slime Girl is the weakest level 1, the weakest of the weak.

In the primitive era before the establishment of the kingdom, their main hunting method was to attach themselves to caves or treetops and then fall from above to envelop their prey.

Its flexible, gelatinous body makes it difficult for prey to escape, while its highly acidic mucus can instantly dissolve flesh and blood.

Therefore, in the primitive era, slime girls were considered a troublesome monster for novice adventurers.

But after the advent of civilization, most adventurers were replaced by well-trained soldiers, and the slimes were no match for them.

Her slow movement speed made it difficult to move an inch, her extreme fear of fire was a fatal weakness, and her inability to use magic made her inferior to others, turning her into a completely useless monster girl.

Thus, generation after generation, they became frequent visitors to the slave market, barely surviving by eating sewage and stones.

How truly dark and real are these monster girls!

Molen felt a little uneasy thinking about this.

I've been transported to a fantasy world full of beautiful girls, shouldn't I be living a harem life where all I have to do every day is think about where to carve my harem?

What's the deal with someone spending all day chiseling through mountains with a bunch of weaklings with a combat power of 5?

Ugh.

I wish I could rescue a cute little fire witch with freckles from somewhere to help me burn cement.

Unfortunately, the only monster girl in the world known for her flames is named Miraboreas.

It could burn the entire hill and its two thousand ratwomen to ashes in one go; it was definitely not something Moren could afford to mess with at the moment.

"Master, am I really useless?"

Lyme spoke in a low voice.

“Of course,” Morren answered without hesitation.

The lime instantly deflated and shrank even smaller.

Molen tapped her on the head with his notebook.

"Slime Girl is weaker than Dragon Girl, that's an objective fact."

“If a hundred rat girls stood together, the dragon girl would instantly kill them all with a single fan-shaped fire, leaving not even ashes.”

Lyme kept his head down.

"but."

Molen held up one finger.

"Just don't stand together."

Lyme raised his head, revealing half a bewildered eye beneath his bangs.

"Twenty rat girls stood in scattered positions with large shields, thirty rat girls set up spears behind the shields, and fifty rat girls pushed dragon-striking cannons behind them waiting for the opportunity."

As Moran spoke, he casually drew a rough formation diagram on his notebook.

"Even against the legendary black dragon Miraboreas, it's not impossible to go several rounds."

"Master, what is a Dragon Strike Cannon?"

"Oh, the Dragon Strike Cannon hasn't been invented yet."

Molen stuffed the notebook back into his pocket and said matter-of-factly.

Lem opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Morren stood up and said:

"Don't go help in the kitchen for now. You'll be going to school with the little mice from now on. I have very important plans for you."

Lem paused for a moment, then answered carefully.

"it is good."

Chapter 8 Mysterious Small Commodities

The mouse girls trembled, and Lyme, dressed like a canned food, trembled.

The thick asbestos fireproof suit revealed only Lyme's eyes, and he was clutching two carbon rods through his gloves.

The charcoal rods were as thick as a mouse's leg and were made from roasted coke.

One end is inserted into a hole at the top of the furnace, and the other end extends into a spiderweb of copper core cables, connecting to a mountain of lead-acid battery packs.

Molen stood far away and pulled a pair of goggles from his pocket.

"Put them on, everyone."

He gestured to the rat-girl workers who were watching.

The goggles in Molen's hand were made of two pieces of glass and a layer of carbon powder, while the goggles prepared for the mouse girls were much simpler.

A small copper plate with a thin slit cut in the middle is hung on the ear.

"Last time, three batteries exploded, meow."

"Won't it explode again this time?"

"The Baron has made improvements, don't jinx it!"

The catgirl, who was watching the commotion in the crowd, muttered to herself, while the mouse girl worker next to her nervously covered her ears with her hands.

Molen took a deep breath.

Failure is the mother of success. Failure is the mother of success. Failure is the mother of success.

He silently repeated it three times, and when he felt he was almost convinced, he raised his right hand above his head.

"Electric melting furnace, sixth ignition test."

"start!"

Lyme, standing in front of the furnace, shuddered and glanced at Moren through his mask.

Then, with a tragic sense of self-abandonment, he twisted the carbon rod, causing the two sharpened carbon electrodes to rapidly approach each other inside the furnace.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, the rats all covered their ears.

A dazzling white light shot out from the hole at the top of the furnace!

It was incredibly dazzling, and the entire test site was instantly illuminated!

A continuous, sharp hissing sound accompanied by electric arcs jumping between carbon rods caused the temperature to soar rapidly, and dark red flames shot out from the cracks in the furnace.

"Squeak! S ...

The squeaking of the mouse girls was drowned out by the hissing of the electric arcs, and Lym even lay down on the ground, clutching his little head and not daring to move.

Molen was panicking inside, but he remained calm on the surface.

The noise was terrifying, but the carbon rod remained firmly locked in the furnace hole. The white light gradually changed from surging to stable, and the hissing sound gradually calmed down.

Ultimately, it didn't catch fire, and the dramatic start to the arc came to an end.

Foreman Mouse got up from the ground, adjusted the copper goggles that were about to fall off his small face, and bravely approached the furnace.

"It's melting."

"The copper powder is melting!"

In just over ten minutes, the copper powder inside the furnace had completely melted into a bright orange-red liquid.

At Moren's instruction, the rat girls worked together to operate the winch, slowly tilting the furnace. The molten copper flowed along the pre-designed gating channel into the neatly arranged stone molds below.

Demold and cool.

The foreman rat used tongs to scoop up the finished product, and another rat quickly handed it a thick cloth to cushion it. The rats carefully passed the copper ingot to Morren.

The copper ingot still retained some heat; you could feel the scorching heat even through the cloth.

Molen carried the copper ingot to the nearby fluorite lantern and examined it closely.

Its warm, reddish-gold color, without any pores or inclusions, makes it an absolutely perfect product.

Finally, it's done.

Looking at the perfectly preserved copper ingot, Molen was so excited he almost cried, but he held back and pinched his thigh hard.

Calm down, calm down, we can't open the champagne yet.

The structure of an electric arc melter is very simple; to put it bluntly, it's just a large electric welding gun used to weld vigorously against a furnace.

But simple doesn't mean easy. This small electric furnace alone has a power of tens of kilowatts. Even if the overheating problem is temporarily solved, the power consumption problem still exists.

The windmill in the old mill could only run for half an hour after turning all day.

Electricity is needed.

We need more electricity!

Molen's mind raced.

Thermal power generation was ruled out first; the reason for such a large-scale operation was fuel shortage.

Solar energy is out of the question; even if the hills still have daytime, photovoltaic panels cannot be manufactured with current technology.

There is only one power source that is more powerful, more stable, and cheaper than a windmill.