183: Chapter 181 It doesn't matter who you work for, right?

"Go to a factory?"

Inside the damaged bridge of the star destroyer, Commander Gu Yuan's brain stuttered for a moment.

He stared fixedly at the big screen, his lips trembling, unable to process what those two words meant.

In the void of the Boundary Sea.

Lin Mo stood up from the black-gold master chair formed by the world-splitting lock and casually brushed off non-existent dust.

The next second, he raised his right hand and clenched his five fingers into a void grip.

Hum!

The Boundary Sea, previously crowded with the monster tide, suddenly darkened.

[Time Cage]!

In an instant, nearly a million Tali Tribe members vanished into thin air.

Commander Gu Yuan finally processed what happened.

His eyes turned red instantly, and he acted like a fierce beast that had its tail stepped on, roaring at the amplification array.

"Lin Mo!"

"What are you doing?!"

The damaged amplification array carried his voice into the Boundary Sea, making the surrounding space hum with vibration.

"You broke your oath!"

Lin Mo picked his ear, too lazy to even lift his eyelids.

"What oath? What words?"

Commander Gu Yuan slammed his hands onto the control console, denting the alloy surface.

"You said it yourself just now!"

"As long as we supplied you with source energy and kept you satisfied, you would let us go!"

"Our tribe's forty billion warriors exhausted their origins to serve you, and now you want to burn the bridge after crossing it?!"

"You're wronging me there."

Lin Mo put his hands in his pockets, looking at the mechanical god being slowly dragged into the Inner World, his tone righteous.

"My exact words were that I would consider letting you get lost, right?"

Commander Gu Yuan was trembling with rage.

"Yes! So what?!"

"So I didn't say I would let you go back home."

Lin Mo spread his hands, smiling innocently.

"Oh, don't worry."

"I don't provide food or housing here, and the 007 work schedule is fully enforced."

"Anyway, it doesn't matter where you go to screw bolts, right?"

"At least with me, you can still stay alive, can't you?"

Pfft!

Second Lieutenant Gu Ya and the other lieutenants rolled their eyes and collapsed backward simultaneously upon hearing this.

They had burned their origins and shocked over ten billion of their kin.

And in the end, they got back: no food, no housing?

This is called a way to live?

This is just being squeezed at a different factory!

"You... you treacherous, despicable scum!"

Commander Gu Yuan's eyes were crimson, and a beast-like roar emanated from his throat.

"Even if the Tali Tribe turns into ghosts, we won't let you go!"

"You're welcome."

Lin Mo couldn't be bothered to waste any more breath on him.

"Remember to pick up a hard hat when you get inside."

As the words fell.

Hundreds of thousands of Lin Mo's clones exerted force simultaneously.

Rumble!

The Time Cage contracted violently.

That mechanical god, hundreds of millions of meters long and drained of energy, along with the forty billion completely exhausted Tali Tribe soldiers inside, was swallowed in one gulp by the Inner World vortex in front of his chest.

The vortex closed.

The star region was instantly empty.

Only those gray mist monsters, having lost their obstacle, floated aimlessly in place.

Like a group of hungry ghosts that just rushed into a restaurant, only to find the chef had taken the pots and pans with him.

...

Primordial World.

Inside the Law Space.

The First Elder was squatting at the construction site in the East District, holding blueprints and sighing at the half-laid foundation.

They were too short-handed.

Su Xiaoli complained every day that they were working too slowly.

Yet, they didn't even dare to talk back.

After all, this boss lady would actually take action.

Last time, the Seventh Elder, Nu Yan, slacked off and dozed, and she slapped him into the ground with her halberd; it took him ages to dig himself out.

The First Elder couldn't help but sigh again.

What a sin.

Just then.

The sky darkened.

The First Elder froze for a moment and looked up.

A broken dark-gold behemoth crashed through the clouds, like an out-of-control continent, slamming onto the wasteland tens of thousands of miles to the north.

Boom!

The earth cracked.

Dust soared into the sky.

Countless Tali Tribe members tumbled out of the mechanical wreckage like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Each of them was pale and twitching, like cured meat that had been drained of all its essence.

In the center of the construction site.

Su Xiaoli, who had been swinging on the star ring, jumped down.

She picked up the overlord halberd that was taller than she was, dark red King-level Power flowing over her body.

Looking at the dense crowd of new employees, the little girl's eyes lit up instantly like 200-watt light bulbs.

"First Elder!"

Su Xiaoli waved her hand.

"Hey! Boss lady, I'm here!"

The First Elder quickly dropped the blueprints and scurried over.

Su Xiaoli pointed to the northern wasteland.

"Go, hand out shovels to the new employees."

"If anyone doesn't listen, tell me."

"I'll break their legs myself."

The First Elder looked at the group of Tali Tribe laborers, who outnumbered the Dragon Temple elites by an unknown amount, and was so moved he nearly shed tears on the spot.

Whose home did Lin Mo ransack this time?

Fortunately, he no longer had a home to be ransacked...

...

Meanwhile.

All-World Peace Company.

7th Expansion Department headquarters.

Inside the luxurious floating office.

Director Wen Ya sat in front of the one-way viewing window.

The wine glass in her hand tilted, and bright red starlight wine spilled all over the expensive carpet, but she acted as if she didn't see it.

The image on the big screen had cut off.

Nothing remained but the void monsters flying all over the sky.

Gulp.

The secretary standing behind her swallowed hard.

"Di... Director."

"The Tali Tribe's Third Fleet... is gone?"

The base of the glass tapped against the table, making a crisp sound.

Director Wen Ya looked down at the wine stain on the carpet.

The standard, perfect professional smile that was always on her face finally couldn't be maintained.

"Notify the Foreign Affairs Department."

"The Primordial World's danger level, from 'Level 3 Transcendent', is to be raised directly to—"

She paused.

"Forbidden Level."

The secretary's pupils contracted.

Director Wen Ya stood up, speaking quickly.

"Also, purge all of that idiot Heran's direct subordinates."

"Immediately review the trade treaty we signed with Lin Mo."

"Don't let a single word or punctuation mark slide."

"See if there are any loopholes in the text that he could use against us."

The secretary felt a chill down his back and immediately lowered his head to record it.

Director Wen Ya looked at the blacked-out big screen, her voice low.

"Also."

"Temporarily seal all military contingency plans targeting Lin Mo."

"Without my signature, whoever dares to touch that star region can go collect their own death compensation form."

She closed her eyes.

The image of that mechanical god being forcibly dragged into the vortex still lingered in her mind.

"This Lin Mo..."

"Is too eerie."

"Before we figure out his background, we must treat him with courtesy."

It wasn't just the All-World Peace Company.

The Eighth Demon Realm.

Beneath the black throne, the image in the water mirror slowly faded away.

The great hall was deathly silent.

Before this, they were still mocking Cecilia.

A dignified one of the seventy-two Demon Kings, the Lord of the Eighteenth Demon Realm, actually crashed in a low-level world.

Even being forced to call him 'Daddy'.

But now, no one could laugh.

The Eighth Demon King sat on the throne, his fingertips tapping lightly on the armrest.

After a long time, he finally spoke.

"Cecilia didn't lose unjustly."

His voice was deep, carrying a rough texture like metal grinding.

"This guy named Lin Mo is not simple at all."

"The most troublesome thing isn't how strong he is right now."

"It's the speed at which his strength increases."

The Eighth Demon King looked up, dark light flowing in his eyes.

"It's not just fast."

"It's a speed that transcends the rules."

"It's completely unreasonable."

Below the hall, a demon general in armor asked in a low voice:

"My King, the Nineteenth Demon King already knows about the seed of god and has set off."

"Are we really going to give up this opportunity?"

The Eighth Demon King shook his head, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't be impatient."

"Nineteen's temperament is too impulsive."

"It's perfect to let him go and probe Lin Mo's bottom line."

He looked at the now blank water mirror, his voice meaningful.

"I have a premonition."

"This Lin Mo will be able to bring us even bigger surprises."

Having said this, the Eighth Demon King raised his hand to issue an order.

"Pass down the order."

"Without my permission, all members of the Eighth Demon Realm are strictly forbidden from approaching that sea area."

"Whoever dares to go there privately, don't blame this King for not warning you if you die."

...

After stuffing the entire Tali Tribe Third Fleet into the Inner World, Lin Mo didn't go in to check.

He believed Su Xiaoli could resolve everything else.

Lin Mo scanned the empty Boundary Sea, preparing to have his mother-in-law send him back.

Then, before he could speak.

His mother-in-law actually initiated communication with him.

It was a gentle female voice, sounding very urgent.

"In the Extraterrestrial Battlefield, the nirvana god fetus has attracted something big, and I can't resolve it in the short term."

Lin Mo's expression froze.

Something big that even his mother-in-law can't resolve?

His eyes slowly lit up.

It seems...

He will be able to reach the Sixth Rank very soon.