90: Chapter 90 Jiang Chen: Don't kill them, send them over for me to repair the Great Wall (just kidding).

In the study, the light of the holographic projection reflected on Jiang Chen's slightly fanatical face.

He stared at the more than a thousand gray-skinned monsters kneeling in the ruins—ugly, yet with muscle definition comparable to Schwarzenegger—and the greed in his eyes was even more blatant than if he had seen a mountain of gold.

"Send them over?"

Jiang Wanqiu was stunned for a moment, and the high-frequency vibration blade in her hand almost slipped.

She tilted her head in confusion, her long silver hair sliding over her shoulder, her eyes filled with bewilderment: "Father God, are you... are you serious?"

"How holy is the Divine Realm? How can it tolerate these filthy creatures setting foot here?"

"Besides, they eat so much! Apart from having strength, they are completely useless. Sending them over, what else could they do besides waste the Divine Realm's food? Serve as your pets? This appearance... it's really too damaging to the divine majesty."

In the Empress's value system, only warriors with perfect genes and absolute loyalty like her were qualified to serve the gods. These biochemical laborers who couldn't even speak weren't fit to even carry the gods' shoes.

"Wanqiu, that is where you are wrong."

Jiang Chen shook his head. At this moment, he seemed possessed by a deity known as a notorious miser, radiating a holy brilliance called "squeezing surplus value."

He stood up, paced the study with his hands behind his back, and his tone became deep and compassionate:

"All living things are equal."

"Although they might look a bit rough and their brains aren't very sharp, this is precisely their 'Dao'."

Jiang Chen turned around, looking at Jiang Wanqiu through the screen with a bewitching gaze:

"The Divine Realm is currently... undergoing major construction."

"I want to build a magnificent palace underground to house that interstellar warship, and also to welcome your arrival in the future."

"For this kind of project, using divine arts would be a waste of divine power. If I let the citizens of the Divine Realm do it, I wouldn't have the heart."

He pointed at the gray-skinned monsters:

"And these creatures, they possess strong bodies, dull pain receptors, and... souls so simple they only know how to work."

"How are these monsters?"

"These are clearly 'Ascetics' bestowed by heaven!"

"Let them come to the Divine Realm, wash away their sins with labor, and water divine miracles with sweat. This is not just waste utilization, but a... sublimation of their lives!"

This speech was stirring and logically sound; if one didn't think about it too carefully, it was like a saint reborn.

Jiang Wanqiu was dumbfounded.

She blinked her ruby-like eyes, looking at the captives gnawing on dirt, then looked at the compassionate Father God.

So... that's how it is?

Father God isn't coveting their labor, but giving these lowly lives a chance at redemption?

And to avoid consuming food on her side, he would rather take these gluttons to the Divine Realm to raise them?

"Father God..."

Jiang Wanqiu's eyes instantly reddened, her voice choked with emotion:

"You are too merciful!"

"Being a god, yet you are willing to shelter even these ant-like lives. In comparison, I just wanted to bury them as fertilizer... I was truly too narrow-minded!"

She turned abruptly, and with a majestic shout at the captives who didn't know what was happening:

"Listen up, all of you! You lucky idiots!"

"The supreme Father God has pardoned your sins! Not only will he not kill you, but he will also take you to the Divine Realm to cultivate!"

"Once you get there, keep your act together! If anyone dares to slack off, I'll twist your heads off from across the plane without Father God needing to lift a finger!"

Although those thousand-plus gray-skinned laborers didn't understand what "cultivate" meant, they understood "won't kill."

For a moment, a chorus of relief-filled whimpers rose from the ruins, and countless gray heads kowtowed frantically to the sky. The scene was spectacular and... eerie.

Having handled the Empress, Jiang Chen immediately switched back to the system interface.

Although these laborers were "living creatures," according to the system's judgment, these biochemical tools with low intelligence and locked genes had a much lower transmission cost than high-energy intelligent life forms like Jiang Wanqiu.

[Target: Low-level Engineer-type organisms (1000 units).]

[Judgment: Biological consumables.]

[Packaged transmission cost: 5,000,000 energy points.]

Five million.

That's the price of a sports car.

Using the price of a sports car to exchange for a thousand top-tier workers who are immensely strong, don't need social security, don't need housing funds, don't even need a salary, and can work 24/7 as long as they get a bite to eat?

This deal is incredibly profitable!

"Deal! Give me a hundred to test the waters first!"

Jiang Chen waved his hand and directly paid the first "population introduction fee."

Immediately after, he grabbed the intercom on his desk and dialed the dedicated line for the West Suburb Base.

"Hello, Old Zhao?"

"It's me."

"Pass the order down: withdraw your men from the second basement level to the surface. Turn off all surveillance cameras, keep only the lighting."

On the other end of the line, Zhao Gang was eating a late-night snack and nearly choked:

"Withdraw? Boss, we're pouring cement in the underground works, withdrawing people at this time..."

"Stop talking nonsense, just withdraw them."

Jiang Chen looked at the night outside the window, a mysterious smile curling the corners of his mouth, "Our new engineering team will arrive soon. These guys... look a bit unique, have a bit of a weird temper, and might scare our soldiers."

"Also, go prepare some food."

"Nothing fancy, just those expired compressed biscuits, old rice, if really necessary... don't dump the slop from the cafeteria, save it all for me."

Zhao Gang held the phone, dazed in the wind.

Look unique?

Eat slop?

Is this an engineering team or a refugee camp?

...

Half an hour later.

West Suburb Base, second basement level.

This was a huge, unfinished underground cavity where the air was filled with the smell of damp soil and wet cement.

Several high-power searchlights illuminated the place in a ghastly white.

Jiang Chen stood on a high platform, holding a megaphone, followed by Zhao Gang, who was fully armed but still filled with vigilance.

"Boss, are you sure... we don't need to bring more people?"

Zhao Gang's palms were sweaty as he gripped his gun, "Is that 'special engineering team' you mentioned reliable?"

"Don't worry, absolutely reliable."

Jiang Chen checked the time, "Countdown, 3, 2, 1..."

"Buzz—!!!"

Before the words faded.

The air in the center of the cavity suddenly began to twist violently, like asphalt scorched by high heat.

Following that, a dazzling blue light flashed.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Accompanied by a series of dull thuds of heavy objects hitting the ground, a hundred gray-white, rock-like strong figures appeared out of thin air.

Some were lying down, some were kneeling, looking around in a daze.

That gray skin, that noseless face, and those thick arms hanging down to the knees.

Under the ghastly white lights, this group of creatures looked exactly like hellish ghouls crawling out of a horror movie.

"What the f*ck!!!"

The few special forces soldiers behind Zhao Gang couldn't hold back and exclaimed, dozens of guns raised in unison, the sound of safeties clicking off merging into one.

"Don't shoot!"

Jiang Chen roared, stopping the bodyguards who were about to misfire.

He stepped forward, looking down at the "alien oxen and horses" who were still dazed, took a deep breath, and raised the megaphone in his hand.

Although there was a language barrier.

But before the transmission, Jiang Wanqiu had already implanted a "mind seal" of "absolute obedience to Father God" into the brains of these guys.

"Ahem!"

Jiang Chen's voice echoed in the empty basement, carrying a unique authority and friendliness of a foreman:

"Well... friends from afar, good evening!"

"Welcome to Earth! Welcome to Chenxing Technology!"

"Here, is your new home! And also the place for you to... turn over a new leaf, be reborn as a new person... no, wait, a new monster!"

The gray-skinned monsters below raised their heads, those hundred pairs of pitch-black compound eyes staring fixedly at Jiang Chen.

Suddenly.

The largest monster leading them seemed to recognize the aura on Jiang Chen.

It was the aura of Father God.

"Awoo—"

It let out a low growl, then actually knelt on the ground with extreme obedience, assuming a prostrate posture of submission.

The remaining ninety-nine followed suit, kneeling all over the ground with a clatter.

Zhao Gang was dumbfounded.

"Bo... Boss..."

He pointed at the monsters, feeling his worldview shattering beyond repair, "This... this is what you called... an engineering team?"

"Where did you recruit these from? Hell?"

"Are they here to build the Great Wall? Or to dig through the Earth?"

Jiang Chen looked at these docile "top-tier laborers" and nodded with satisfaction.

He pointed at the mountain of construction materials nearby, then pointed at the tunnel that hadn't been dug through yet, and waved at the monsters below:

"Stop kneeling, get up!"

"See the shovels over there? See the bricks over there?"

"Start working!"

"As long as you don't die, just work until you die!"

"After you're done, I'll treat you to... ahem, a buffet (expired canned food)!"