“A... a three-inch pink plastic scoop for five hundred ten-ton Iron-Rhinos?!”
Standing in the center of the arena holding the tiny pink plastic scoop—which eight-year-old Jiang Tuntun had generously donated from three-year-old Little Fifth’s old sandbox beach-set—former “Beast Emperor” Mo Fan stared in horror as the five hundred ten-ton Armored Iron-Rhinos raised their tails in unison after finishing their fiber-rich morning porridge!
“Don’t slack off now, Little Mo!” seventy-five-year-old Grandpa Mu called out cheerfully, leaning on his shepherd’s staff beside the Rank 7 Three-Headed Flame-Lion King, whose three golden heads grinned from ear to ear. Meanwhile, It marched behind Mo Fan as his official Parole Supervisor.
“Our Mu Shepherd Clan uses fermented Iron-Rhino manure to fertilize the Thousand-Year Spirit-Clover across both planets! Once you fill ten thousand buckets with that little scoop, we’ll let you graduate to brushing the swamp-hippos’ teeth with Deputy Wolf!”
ROOOAAAR-SNORT!
The Three-Headed Flame-Lion King gave Mo Fan’s backside a nudge with its massive golden nose. The blow sent The disgraced Chosen One scurrying across the pasture with his wooden bucket and tiny pink scoop. Meanwhile, Five hundred thousand spectators in the stadium laughed and applauded until their palms turned red!
With Mo Fan’s tyrannical regime dismantled and his [Blood-Slave Beast System] transformed into the planetary [Smart Pet-Care & Telepathy Network], Gu Changsheng spent the afternoon helping Grandpa Mu, fourteen-year-old Mu Ling. The local beast-shepherd guilds remodel the gloomy volcanic Colosseum and the hundred-mile chain-bridge connecting Worlds #6 and #7.
