Chapter 197: This Nesting Doll Thing!!!

Itchy hands……

Su Ming stepped into the house, pulled over a chair and sat down sprawling, wearing a half‑smile.

Understood.

After all, I'm a senior gambling dog—go a few days without touching cards and it feels like ants crawling in my heart, my whole body uneasy.

【Magu】 laughed embarrassedly, shrank her neck, and didn't dare to answer.

This nickname……hehe!

If anyone else dared call her that, she'd have sucked their essence dry and turned them into a mahjong partner.

But in front of the King?

Exactly!

Woof woof woof!

She is precisely that obedient 【Gambling Dog】!

Since I'm so bored……

Su Ming leaned forward, the oppressive pressure looming in her face, his gaze blazing as he stared at her.

Then tonight, I'll take you out for a breath of fresh air?

Out?!

【Magu】 jerked her head up, the dead ash in her eyes instantly ignited.

Really……really?!

Because she was too excited, her voice cracked, even with a bit of a falsetto.

Truer than real gold.

Su Ming's smile grew somewhat meaningful.

We're not just going to play mahjong.

There's something even more exciting!

He pinched the black gold card between two fingers and waved it in front of Magu.

Spending public funds on feasting, killing and arson.

The whole place's consumption—someone's picking up the tab!

Exciting enough?!

【Magu】 stared fixedly at the card, her nostrils flaring wildly.

She smelled it!

It's the smell of money rotting, the fragrance of desire burning!

Too much!

Good good good!

【Magu】 grew excited, her face flushing.

This is the life she's been longing for!

This is the king she follows!

Screw peaceful times, screw self‑cultivation!

Only chaos and extravagant gambling are the romance of calamity!

Go!

She sprang up from the tatami in one leap, her previous half‑dead state vanishing instantly.

Her cheongsam swayed without wind, rich demonic qi swirling around her, dimming the room's light a bit.

On her beautiful face appeared a long‑absent, morbid yet fervent smile.

Let's start a round!

Two minutes later.

Click——

The tightly shut door of the upstairs guest room was pushed open again.

Su Ming walked out with one hand in his pocket, his expression unchanged, collar neat, hair neat.

And behind him.

The 【Magu】 who had lain limp on the tatami, reeking of salted fish……

Now she's like a flower just drenched in rain and dew, radiant!

That dark‑red high‑slit cheongsam swayed with her light steps, the glimpses of white at the slit dazzling to the eye.

In her formerly dull‑gray eyes now shimmered with uncontainable excitement.

Even that face, always wearing a world‑weary expression, turned rosy and translucent, as if coated with fine rouge.

King, when do we set out?

Everyone listens to you~

【Magu】 followed behind Su Ming, her voice sweet and sticky, as if it could draw threads.

This scene was exactly witnessed by the 【Dream Butterfly】 guarding the stairway.

And the newly arrived 【Awakening of Insects】 and 【Ling Xi】 took it all in.

The air suddenly fell silent.

It even felt a bit congealed.

The three girls widened their eyes, their gazes darting between the clear‑minded Su Ming and the flushed Magu.

Their looks gradually turned odd.

Especially Jingzhe.

This brat's mind is straightforward; she can't hide anything.

She subconsciously glanced at her watch, then at Su Ming, her mouth forming an O shape.

"Two... two minutes?"

Although she didn't say it outright.

But the shock and confusion in her eyes...

were almost about to overflow!

"Wang... actually this fast?!"

Otherwise it wouldn't make sense!

After all, what miraculous elixir could make a deeply emo woman become so...

Moist?!

That effect could only be a bit taxing on the waist!

Su Ming halted his steps, feeling the strange amount of information embedded in several gazes, his mouth twitching slightly.

He gave no explanation.

The more you depict it, the blacker it becomes!

"Meng Die."

Su Ming directly ignored those probing gazes and, with a righteous expression, spoke.

"Here."

Meng Die instantly gathered her spirit and returned to her usual composure.

But her peripheral vision couldn't help drifting toward Magu.

Strange...

Where is it bigger than me?

Wang... likes this one?

"Who's in charge of the Tea Garden's current logistical supplies?"

Su Ming asked while walking, his tone as serious as could be.

Meng Die responded promptly.

"The detailed inventory and warehouse management are handled by Bai Lu and Jiang Xin."

"Bai Lu is meticulous and sensitive to data."

"Jiang Xin is dexterous, previously studied mechanical design, and is in charge of equipment maintenance."

"Understood."

Su Ming nodded, kept moving, and headed straight downstairs.

"Call both of them up and come with me to the first‑floor warehouse."

He paused his steps as he said that.

He looked back at Jingzhe and the others, who hadn't recovered yet, and added.

"As for the others... wait in the lobby."

"In a moment, I have something good for you all."

"Yes!"

……

Three minutes later.

Jin Se Tea Garden, B Area Warehouse.

This place was originally the Tea Garden's spot for piling up junk and renovation waste; even mice were too lazy to visit.

Under the dim lighting.

Mountains of discarded rebar, rusted iron frames, replaced old furniture, and the rotten planks left from renovation...

made the few hundred square meters feel cramped.

Dusty scent filled the air.

Two girls dressed in white training robes—

the cool‑tempered Bai Lu, and the bun‑haired, lively‑eyed Jiang Xin, stood somewhat uneasily beside a heap of scrap metal.

Meng Die was equally puzzled.

Wang came to this place...

to do what?

Su Ming said nothing and walked to the mound of discarded metal and wood that resembled a small hill.

He stopped, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Jiang Xin, you studied mechanics?"

The bun‑haired girl quickly nodded.

"Yes!"

"Then in a moment..."

"Help me examine the structure of this thing, whether it's scientific or not."

A hidden smile lingered in Su Ming's eyes, fully showing his amusement.

"Watch closely."

"This is... the most advanced Industrial Mother Machine."

Industrial Mother Machine?

Artisan Heart and White Dew stared at each other, both bewildered.

Here there's nothing but scrap iron and rotten wood; where would a machine come from?

Just then, as several people were puzzled,

Su Ming moved!

Ong—

A warm, moist wood-colored flow of light appeared out of thin air from his palm.

Little Wooden Ox and Gliding Horse!

Dong—!

A dull thud sounded as it landed, and the ground shook.

The little Wooden Ox and Gliding Horse transformed instantly.

A strange contraption half a person tall, with wooden gears embedded at its joints, appeared before everyone's eyes.

It resembled a cow, but had no horns.

Its belly was like a horse's, but its legs were short.

Its body was etched with intricate, ancient cloud patterns; beneath its wooden trunk, a faint glow could be seen wandering through the meridians.

What… what is this?

Artisan Heart's eyes widened instantly.

His occupational disease flared up; he couldn't wait to pounce on it and tear it open to see!

As a machinery enthusiast, she could feel that something inside this thing…

Very unusual!

Su Ming didn't answer.

He just patted the wood cow's forehead and pointed at the pile of scrap steel and wood before him.

It was as if he were commanding his own dog!

Go.

Time to eat.

Don't be polite, dig in, eat your fill!

Moo—!!

The originally lifeless wood cow actually let out a low roar, and a red light flashed in its eyes.

Immediately after.

In the eyes of the three Dream Butterflies, whose worldviews were shattered…

Kacha—!

It bit into a wrist-thick rusted steel bar as if it were eating a small biscuit…

Crunch!

Sparks flew in all directions!

Chew chew chew!

The steel bar was chewed into pieces in a few bites and swallowed into its belly.

Immediately after, it turned its head and began chomping on the nearby pile of wooden tables and chairs.

Big mouthfuls of food!

Wind sweeping away residual clouds!

In just half a minute.

The originally shriveled wooden belly visibly swelled up.

This…

White Dew covered her mouth, her little face turning deathly pale.

This thing…

What's with this fierce look!

No one knew how long it had been eating.

The wood cow suddenly stopped and let out a satisfied burp.

Then it raised its hindquarters.

Its tail stuck up high.

Facing the open space, its whole body trembled as it exerted all its strength.

Artisan Heart stared dumbfounded, taking a step back.

It it it! Is it… going to poop?

Pff—!!!

A gray ball of light shot out from beneath its tail.

The ball of light landed on the ground.

It grew in the wind.

In the blink of an eye.

A brand-new wood cow identical in shape and appearance, even down to the same goofy Husky-like demeanor…

Appeared in the same spot!

Silence!

Before Jiangxin could react, this utterly absurd scene that completely violated the law of conservation of energy.

The Wood Cow that had just been pulled out shook its head and shook off the wood shavings on its body.

Then, it looked at the remaining scrap, and red light flashed in its eyes.

Join the dry rice army!

Crack—!

Crack—!

Two big mouths, both get to work!

Eat scrap, pull in companions!

Infinite nesting, exponential fission!

Su Ming watched this scene, arms crossed.

Unexpectedly hit the funny bone!

"Look, I told you it's the ultimate Industrial Mother Machine!"

"Self-feeding, self-replicating."

"This efficiency is absolutely awesome!"