THUD—RUMBLE!
High above the Golden-Ear Main Planet, on a wide, flat stone platform condensed by fourteen-year-old [Cosmic Granary & Recycling Sovereign] Jiang Tuntun’s domain. Sat a moon-sized mountain of unpeeled, dirt-covered Cosmic Giant Potatoes, flanked by ten million stacks of greasy cast-iron woks and soup bowls collected from the banquets down on the planet!
Floating in front of that towering mountain of potatoes in their white undershirts and red polka-dot boxer shorts. The 2,000 Disarmed Plunder Clones stared in utter disbelief at the 2,000 Stainless-Steel Kitchen Potato Peelers and 2,000 Floral Dishwashing Sponges hovering in front of their noses.
“Peel potatoes?! And wash greasy dishes?!”
Plunder Clone Leader #301—even though he was shivering in his polka-dot boxers—puffed out his chest with the stubborn, hardwired arrogance that the King of Plunder had programmed into their factory templates.
“Listen to me, Jiang Tuntun!” Clone Leader #301 barked, slapping his bare chest.
“We were printed as elite Devouring-System protagonists! Our core creed is: *‘Cultivation is theft! Working with your own hands is for mortal ants!
Why farm for a year when you can rob a sect in a second?!’* Even if you sucked away our rings and warships. We will never pick up a potato peeler or a dish sponge! Kill us right now if you dare!”
