151: Chapter 151 The alien loli can eat too much; she gnawed all the metal in the lab.

"Crunch—zzzt—"

The teeth-grinding sound of chewing echoed through the dead-silent command center, making one's scalp tingle.

That precision spectrometer, worth thirty million and not yet even powered up to warm up, now looked like a half-eaten sausage, with a neat, large chunk missing from its side. The broken circuit board was still sparking, and a few optical fibers hung out like intestines.

And beside the "corpse."

Hill was holding a piece of aerospace aluminum torn from the instrument, her little mouth opening and closing, eating with such relish.

"Crunchy."

She chewed twice, her throat moved, and she swallowed the piece of metal whole, a satisfied flush appearing on her face as if she had just eaten a piece of fine chocolate.

"My heavens..."

Zhao Gang stood to the side, the gun in his hand long since dropped to the floor. He clutched his head with both hands, his weathered face full of despair, tears almost falling:

"Boss! You have to stop her!"

"That's a spectrometer! We went through so much trouble to transport it up here! Thirty million! With that one bite, a courtyard house is gone!"

Jiang Chen's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

He looked at the silver-haired loli, who was blinking her large eyes and innocently searching for her next target, and felt his blood pressure riding a roller coaster.

Is this picking up a daughter?

This is clearly picking up a walking money shredder!

"Hill! Spit it out!"

Jiang Chen lunged forward, trying to rescue the chip that hadn't been swallowed yet from her mouth. "That's silicon-based! It's not tasty! You'll get indigestion!"

"Tasty..."

Hill turned away protectively, her back to Jiang Chen, and sped up her chewing. "Has energy... crunchy..."

"Gulp."

Swallowed again.

Immediately after, her purple eyes lit up again, scanning the room like a radar.

This time, she locked onto something even more expensive—the ultra-high-magnification electron microscope in the corner used for observing microscopic particles. The lens barrel of that thing was made of the rare metal rhenium, with extremely high purity.

"Hungry..."

Hill licked her lips, her calves slightly bent, making a predatory stance.

"No!!!"

Zhao Gang let out a heart-wrenching scream, forgetting all about his dignity as a special forces soldier, and dove straight over, using his body to desperately protect the microscope:

"Little ancestor! You can't eat this! This is five million dollars! And there's no receipt, I can't expense it!"

"Move."

Hill tilted her head, looking at the fatty blocking her food (Zhao Gang looked fat wearing his protective suit).

She extended a slender finger and lightly poked Zhao Gang's heavy blast-proof armor.

"Clang!"

A dull thud.

Zhao Gang only felt his chest get hit by a truck going eighty miles per hour, and he and the microscope behind him flew three meters away with a "boom," crashing heavily into the wall.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Zhao Gang clutched his chest, wanting to cry but having no tears. "Boss... this girl is too strong! I can't stop her!"

Jiang Chen was also anxious.

At this rate, let alone this lab, even the luan niao starship outside would probably be chewed down to a skeleton by her!

He had to find her some substitutes!

"Biscuits! Chocolate! Beef jerky!"

Jiang Chen, as if performing magic, poured out all the stock in his space watch, piling it in front of Hill into a small mountain. "Eat this! This is sweet! This has high calories!"

Hill stopped in her tracks.

She leaned toward the pile of food, twitched her nose, and showed an expression of extreme disgust on her face.

"No... vitality."

She picked up a piece of chocolate and squeezed it slightly, turning it into powder with a "poof." "Too soft, doesn't grind my teeth. And... no metal ions, can't recharge."

After speaking, she kicked the pile of snacks away, her gaze locking once again on the huge crystal chandelier overhead (installed specifically for show).

"That... shiny thing, it should be delicious."

She crouched slightly, preparing to jump.

"Ancestor! That's glass! It'll prick your mouth!"

Jiang Chen was on the verge of a breakdown.

He finally understood; this was not a normal carbon-based organism! Her stomach was a furnace, and what she needed was high-density metal energy!

Ordinary food was no different from drinking plain water to her!

"Metal... metal..."

Jiang Chen's brain worked at high speed, frantically searching through his system space.

Ordinary iron blocks definitely wouldn't work; this girl was very picky and only ate the expensive stuff. It had to be high-purity, high-energy, and have a bit of chew to it...

Suddenly.

His gaze locked onto a pile of scrap in the corner.

That was a batch of [Special Tungsten-Titanium Alloy Scraps] transported from the Wasteland to repair the main gun of the luan niao starship. Although they were scraps, their hardness was extremely high, they were heat-resistant, and they contained trace amounts of radiation energy.

"This is it!"

Jiang Chen focused his mind.

"Clang!"

A silver-gray alloy block, the size of a brick and emitting a faint cold light, appeared out of thin air in his hand.

This thing had huge density and felt heavy in his hand.

"Hill! Catch!"

Jiang Chen shouted and threw the alloy in the opposite direction like a frisbee.

"Whoosh—"

The alloy block traced a parabola in the air.

Hill, who had been preparing to jump and pluck the chandelier, twitched her ears.

She smelled it.

That was... the scent of supreme deliciousness!

"Awoo!"

The little loli instantly abandoned the chandelier, performing an incredible backflip in mid-air, her movements as agile as a hunting cheetah.

"Slap!"

She caught the alloy block steadily.

Then, without any hesitation or disdain.

She held the special alloy, which would take an industrial cutter a long time to cut through, opened her mouth, and revealed a happy smile.

"Crunch!"

Crisp and loud.

Just like biting through a cucumber.

The incredibly hard tungsten-titanium alloy shattered instantly in her mouth.

"Mmm... tasty!"

Hill narrowed her eyes, her two pointed ears twitching happily, her cheeks bulging, making satisfied humming sounds as she chewed:

"Hard... crunchy... and a little tingly taste..."

"Daddy... this is tasty!"

Looking at the little girl crouching on the floor, holding a metal brick and chewing with relish.

Jiang Chen and Zhao Gang looked at each other, both seeing a deep sense of helplessness in the other's eyes.

"Boss."

Zhao Gang climbed up from the floor, rubbing his chest, and looked at Jiang Chen with a sympathetic face:

"This daughter... although she can fight, but this food bill..."

"This isn't raising a daughter."

"You're clearly raising a... industrial shredder!"

Jiang Chen sighed.

He walked over, looking at Hill, who had metal shavings all over her mouth and was still grinning at him, and reached out to helplessly wipe the corners of her mouth.

The sensation from his fingertips was hard and cold.

But that smile was so innocent.

"Fine."

Jiang Chen accepted his fate.

He patted Hill's head, his eyes carrying a kind of doting and swaggering "you reap what you sow" attitude:

"Eat, eat all you want."

"It's just a bit of metal, right?"

He stood up and looked through the window at the vast, boundless lunar Wasteland outside.

There, fifty billion tons of gold were buried, along with countless unmined rare mineral veins.

"I'm so poor now that I only have money and minerals left."

"As long as you don't eat people or tear down the house."

"Even if you are a gold-devouring beast..."

Jiang Chen's mouth curled into an arrogant smile:

"I can still afford to raise you!"