Chapter 25: Stronger Again and Again!

"Let's wait until night falls and the wind is high, and see if there's a chance to give the Dragon Egg a snack!"

Su Ming shook his head, turned around, and threw himself back into work.

He could say he discovered…

Compared with this Dragon Egg, he's a proper black slave!

…

At noon, the sun shone brightly.

Huh—

Su Ming was shirtless, his well‑built muscles glistening with sweat.

He grabbed a towel nearby, wiped his face, and finally managed a smile.

The first batch of goods—five hundred chickens in total—has been fully processed!

If it were the old days, before finishing these tasks he would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.

But now?

Su Ming rolled his shoulders, feeling the explosive power within his body.

So refreshing!

After getting up this morning, his first act was to place the new "Match of Hope" into the "Crimson Throne".

Five bottles of Source Blood, downed in one gulp!

That scorching surge exploding through his limbs and bones felt more addictive than alcohol.

Goo—

Su Ming's stomach let out an ungrateful growl.

Man is iron, food is steel.

Skip a meal and his eyes will flash black.

Thinking that, Su Ming decided to treat himself.

Ham sausage, marinated egg, greens…

Soon a steaming, fragrant bowl of noodles was placed on the table.

Sizzle sizzle—

The scorching broth went down, as comfortable as can be.

"Is my life getting a bit too low‑profile?"

"Eating this every day, the nutrition can't keep up, can it?!"

Su Ming ate while scheming.

Now that the urgent crisis is solved, his own life also needs some improvement.

He can't stay a hermit forever, can he?

After the meal, Su Ming wiped his mouth and checked the time again.

It was just past 12:30 p. m.

"So… what should I do this afternoon?"

He stared at the empty workshop, and an inexplicable…

sense of emptiness!

The feeling of hands moving, knives flashing, controlling everything.

Once you stop, it actually feels…

"Am I… addicted to killing?"

Su Ming gave a self‑deprecating smile.

After a moment of thought, he pulled out his phone and dialed Boss Wang.

Time is money!

Endure today's bitterness, and tomorrow you'll be a cut above the rest!

Come on! Olli, give!

The call connected.

Boss Wang's voice sounded a bit surprised.

He's really afraid Su Ming might back out suddenly!

"Su… Boss Su? Any issues with this morning's shipment?"

"No problem."

Su Ming's tone was calm as he quickly stated his request.

"Is there any stock this afternoon? I've finished my part; you can pick it up on the way!"

"Huh? Afternoon?"

Boss Wang was stunned.

He'd only delivered five hundred chickens this morning.

Based on past experience, he thought it would have to wait until tomorrow!

But…

Young people are just swift!

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

Boss Wang caught on, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Boss Su, you're… unbelievably efficient!"

"I'll arrange it right now! I'll bring another five hundred over! Please wait a moment!"

"Fine, hurry up."

He hung up the phone, Su Ming flexed his wrist, and a flash of excitement crossed his eyes.

What is this called?

This is called thick accumulation, thin release.

When he finally emerges, he'll soar to great success!

At two in the afternoon, the sun was scorching.

Boom—

Clack!

A battered truck arrived on time at the Slaughterhouse Gate.

Boss Wang, drenched in sweat, leapt from the vehicle and sprinted to Su Ming.

"Boss Su! The second batch has arrived!"

"Five hundred, not one less, all guaranteed to be top-quality big red crowns!"

He said this while pulling a packet of Huazi from his pocket, intending to give Su Ming some cigarettes.

Su Ming waved his hand to refuse, without any idle chatter.

Unload it.

Alright! Alright!

Boss Wang wasn't embarrassed; he turned and shouted to the two workers he brought, urging them to get to work.

While the unloading was underway, Boss Wang inspected the goods Su Ming had handled, his smile growing wider.

No problem at all!

Then he sidled up to Su Ming, lowered his voice, and wore a flattering expression.

"Boss Su, may I tell you something?"

"Go ahead!"

"Hehe, it's like this."

Boss Wang rubbed his hands.

"I just think your efficiency is too high!"

"I was thinking... my little stock might not be enough for you to slaughter."

Su Ming raised an eyebrow, signaling Boss Wang to continue.

"What I mean is, your channel is stable! The price is fair! The craftsmanship is decent!"

Boss Wang gave a thumbs‑up.

"Could I... not only deliver my own chickens in the future, but also help collect for a few fellow villagers and colleagues?"

"They're all worried to death now; the goods are stuck in their hands and can't get out!"

"I'll gather them for you and deliver them here in one batch; does that work for you?"

Su Ming smiled at that.

This Boss Wang thinks quickly and is good at making calculations.

He wants to be a middleman and profit from the price difference!

But he... really doesn't care!

As long as the Dragon Egg hasn't absorbed enough, he's eager to bring in more goods!

Fine.

Su Ming nodded.

As long as the quality is acceptable, I'll take whatever amount comes.

But Rule Measure stays the same; I only process, not sell.

Understood! Understood!

Boss Wang got so excited his face turned red, and he pulled out his phone on the spot, sending Su Ming an 888!

"Boss Su has guts!"

"Consider this money as me treating you to tea! With those words, I feel reassured!"

"Rest assured, from now on the poultry processing in the west of the city is up to you!"

Su Ming smiled and nodded, saying nothing more.

This cake is drawn...

Tsk tsk!

Clang—!

Twenty minutes later, Su Ming saw off the grateful Boss Wang and locked the Gate again.

Flesh Mill, back to work!

This time, he didn't simply chase efficiency as he had in the morning, killing just for the sake of killing.

He closed his eyes.

The morning's knife‑wielding gave him a faint insight.

Pfft—

The blade sliced across a chicken's neck.

Su Ming didn't look, but he could feel the angle and force of that slash...

All under his control!

What he intends to do is not the reckless brute who swings a pork‑slaughtering knife at random.

But a surgeon whose precision reaches the extreme!

Hand lifts, blade falls, flowing like clouds and water.

This is... another kind of cultivation!

Kill, kill, kill!

Su Ming lifts his hand, the blade falls, and his grip on the knife becomes ever more deft.

The knife in his hand seems to have become part of his body!

Su·Factory Chicken sees sorrow·Ming!

Beside him, the Black Egg is equally excited.

Its body trembles slightly, the purple heart above it beats rapidly, crazily absorbing the blood on the ground.

Here, this is heaven!

Boom—!

After a while, the hair‑removal machine begins to roar.

Su Ming darts through, his movements get faster yet steadier.

He begins to try using the smallest force to achieve the most perfect result.

Never waste a single drop of Qi or blood.

This kind of repetitive labor...

Turns out it makes his control over his own Qi, blood, and strength increasingly at will!

"So that's it..."

A sharp light flashes in Su Ming's eyes.

He has stats.

He also has control.

Now, he has even learned how to better wield this power!

All afternoon, Su Ming remains immersed in this marvelous state.

Thousands upon thousands of repetitions have fully integrated the whole process into his instinct.

The sunset's afterglow streams into the workshop.

Su Ming slowly exhales a breath of turbid Qi.

Stronger, stronger, stronger!

"Ah, that feels great!"

Su Ming can't help but roar, turning his head toward the black Dragon Egg beside him, a smile tugging at his mouth.

【Incubation progress: 43.6%…】

"First set a small goal: get this guy's incubation progress past half!"

If luck is enough, it might actually be achieved today.

Because...

The sun is setting.

He has to get ready to go out and become that plain, unremarkable trash collector!