But I gained happiness.

As expected, it triggered resentment among peers and contemporaries; the notification sound was relentless.

Beneath Lou Feng's comment, the replies of [ +1 ] quickly piled up.

[ Congratulations, congratulations ], which was just being polite.

[ I'm a student, give it to me ], trying to freeload.

[ Bro, I'm dead broke, spare a little! ], which was the contemporaries begging pathetically.

[ Be a person, dude ], which meant they've totally burned out.

[ Look at yours ], this one was from Andel at the Bell Tower Workshop, using a translation program in Federation language, but no matter how you listen, something just feels off. Ever since he switched from a large phone to a smartphone, he's been intensely surfing online. A once impressive Imperial figure, he could still maintain some prestige when silent, but once he starts talking, he gets increasingly abstract!

[ I'm a mercenary...]

Oh, that's Old Tang.

Hmm? Wait a minute, Old Tang?

Ji Jue hesitated and frowned. Why is he still in the contact list? With a tap of the finger, blocked him again. I'll unblock him the next time I need him; otherwise, his constant begging is really annoying.

After a while, upon reviewing the comments, Ji Jue keenly noticed a blind spot — these assholes all said congratulations, yet not a single one actually liked the post, right?

They say the big boss is impressive and truly awesome, but in reality, they're secretly competing behind my back!

Wouldn't be surprising if they secretly organized a small group to form some kind of Dog Slayers' League, bonding every day with friendship and passion, just waiting to one day take out Ji Dog and celebrate the victory.

The general caliber of craftsmen isn't high, so their minds aren't broad either.

Luckily, Ji Jue is the same way.

Even lower and narrower.

He sneakily made a list of those who commented but didn't like, planning to target them with precise rebuttals in the days to come, when it was already 'mealtime'.

"Sir, the garbage is ready for you."

Isis raised her mechanical arm, presenting a cleaned-up, broken piece of alchemy creation, and asked politely, "Would you like to eat it now, a bit later, or shall I heat it up for you?"

"..."

Ji Jue reluctantly reached out, and under the Dissociation Technique, the alchemy creation dug up from Spring City quickly turned to ash, with strands of Superior Essence melding between his fingers, falling into the numerous glowing points rising between his soul and body.

Instantly, those points glowed fervently, emanating a faint light as if flames were surging.

Then, a brick ingot, cold-pressed from powders of various alloys, rose with the mechanical arm and was placed in front of Ji Jue.

"If word gets out, the reputation of eating garbage would really stick."

Ji Jue sighed, picking up the iron ingot, and without fear of chipping a tooth, bit into it like compressed cookies, swallowing the brick-sized ingot piece by piece. Crunched and shattered, the cold-pressed metal powder dispersed in his saliva, bringing a rough texture and familiar friction, hard to swallow. Meanwhile, another cup of liquefied grease, loaded with various catalysts, was steaming with heat and a pungent smell, placed before him.

Formulated accurately and at a suitable temperature to ensure the best effect, the downside being its three-hundred-degree scalding heat.

With a mouthful of metal and then oil, enduring the remaining greasiness and nausea of his flesh, he swallowed all that was undigested by the stomach.

Then, waves of heat emanated from Ji Jue's body, rapidly rising, becoming uncontrollable.

"Please proceed, sir."

The newly installed giant Melting Furnace opened in front of Ji Jue, revealing its dark space inside – akin to a warmly arranged bedroom and cozy bed.

Isis assured him one last time, "Learning from last time, I will try to be gentle for a pleasant experience for you."

I don't believe a word of it!

Ji Jue rolled his eyes, stripped off his clothes, and walked in naked.

Life might not always be treading on thin ice, but stuck with such a Spirit of Workshop, he felt he might not live to see the other shore…

At that moment, the furnace door slammed shut.

Then, within the rushing spiritual flow…

It roared to life!

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