Could it be—

the genuine successor of Mechanical God Linte Isaac is actually here?!

Watching the flabbergasted Mole People, he downed a chemical pool in one gulp and let out a chuckle, unable to resist showing off.

"Teach us? Does this thing even need teaching? Don't you just need hands to do it?"

The Translation Crystal translated his words accurately to Gabeng, who, after hearing them, just stood there, dumbfounded.

Don't you just need hands?!

Wasn't this mocking their Iron Teeth clan for not having hands?!

What a tremendous humiliation!

What made it even more frustrating was that rune magic was actually his area of expertise, yet he couldn't utter a single word to counter the guy, forced to pretend he hadn't heard anything.

Standing by, Oke could no longer bear to watch and coughed lightly before speaking.

"In our place, this technique is known as 'Netherworld Language'."

Gabeng stared at him, dumbstruck.

"Netherworld Language?"

Oke proudly puffed out his chest.

"Exactly, its name is Netherworld Language! It is an advancement of rune magic based on the foundation laid by Mechanical God Linte Isaac! The latter defined a new syntax for rune magic, whereas Lord Demon King created a new language with it!"

Never missing a chance to flatter, Oke naturally credited all this achievement to his master.

He even credited the part that was supposed to be his own credit.

Gabeng's eyes first showed bewilderment, then gradually ignited with an excited flame, eagerly watching the goblin in front of him.

At this moment, proving whether their mechanical expertise was superior to that of the Iron Teeth clan had become irrelevant...

Clearly, they were not just a little ahead; they were a whole era ahead of the Iron Teeth clan!

No—

Not just the Iron Teeth clan.

Gabeng could confidently guarantee, even the Dwarves they once served couldn't match these guys in the field of rune magic!

That Demon King—

had truly played around with rune magic!

"That Netherworld Language! Can you teach us?"

Looking at Gabeng, whose eyes were filled with a thirst for knowledge, Oke's nose almost lifted to the sky, as if he, and not some skeleton soldier, was the one instructing a group of Mole People.

Of course, there really was no difference.

After all, the knowledge of Netherworld Language those skeleton soldiers possessed ultimately came from him.

"Rest assured, that's exactly why we are here."

As Oke represented Lord Demon King and accepted the adoration of numerous engineering moles, the lifestyle gamers who had been sidelined threw envious, resentful glances at the one who had downed the chemical pool.

This guy had completely forgotten his "classmates" and was wholly immersed in the joy of directing a group of Mole People at work.

But truth be told, the Mole People indeed had a strong aptitude, as they had already assembled a module in just half an hour.

Impatient, Zheng Square expressed his itching heart after a moment.

"Damn it... I might as well start a company too!"

He acted upon his thought.

Once the guy who had downed the chemical pool had organized the work, Zheng didn't hesitate and, raising a banner, established the second player-operated Magic Workshop in the Great Graveyard—"Zheng Square Magic Workshop".

He was terrible at naming, neither was he like the youths who played with memes; after pondering for a long time, he simply hung up his own ID.

Thus, under the allure of roasted sweet potatoes and "Netherworld Language" technology, the unrest in Iron Teeth City inexplicably settled down.

With the powerful Netherworld Language technology and far-advanced engineering expertise of their era, Lord Demon King's minions deeply impressed the hearts of the Iron Teeth clan's engineer moles, making them willingly kneel before Lord Demon King.

Sitting on Bond's shoulder, Zhuangzhuang heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Standing beside him, the Death Priest felt a slight regret; it seemed there was no chance to show off this time.

Not far away,

watching the engineering moles defect one by one, the agitated old members of the Thirteen Teeth Council displayed dejected expressions.

Especially Sharp Teeth,

this chubby Mole Person was so furious he almost bit off his own incisor teeth.

"Damn! These weaklings! To think they would bow down so easily! Damn!"

He had thought Lord Demon King was just boasting.

But unexpectedly, the elves and the Undead that the lord had sent actually understood rune magic, and their proficiency in rune magic was even higher than that of the engineers in their tribe!?

Seeing the group of engineers who admired them to the ground, he knew he had lost any chance to challenge the new order.

He could only lie low for the time being...

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