Great Needle Bee Cultivation Base.

"Ahahaha... With this thing, I, the great king, no longer need to painfully look at data and waste brain cells trying to understand it, ahahaha..."

Grey Wolf laughed with his hands on his hips, crumbs of bread still lingering at the edges of his open wolf mouth.

At first, he didn't believe in the magical black-tech creation, the [Memory Bread], brought back by his own Guardian Beast.

I, the great king, am the foremost inventor in the Green Grassland. How could anyone create a black-tech thing that even I couldn't think of?

However, when he casually took a piece of Memory Bread, copied over some materials he hadn't finished reading, and then ate the bread, the entire wolf was stunned.

Indeed, there's always someone better, and a greater sky beyond just the sky you know.

There are many black-tech inventors across All Heavens and Myriad Realms, so it's not impossible for someone to match him.

But as for someone being better than him? How could that be!

There's no first place in literature, and no second in martial arts. He, Grey Wolf, has never been weaker than anyone in his life!

Yet, this proud Wolf King fell silent when he saw the list of tools Mo Qingchen produced.

He admitted he spoke a bit too loudly earlier, but conceding? That's just impossible!

Others just have a billion or so more black-tech creations than he does; sooner or later, he, Grey Wolf the great king, will catch up and even surpass them!

The god just chuckled, saying nothing.

"Boss, first let Little Dumb scan the list and categorize it. I'll go study this magical bread first."

Grey Wolf took the bread and burrowed into his lab.

This magical thing was incredibly useful to him.

But there were only about forty-odd pieces, so how could that be enough?

If it's not enough, then study them thoroughly and make more yourself!

As for finding that blue fat cat to buy some?

Even if [Dorayaki] isn't valuable, he is Grey Wolf!

How could he let others profit from these black-tech products at his expense?

It's not a money issue; it's a matter of face for Grey Wolf, the greatest inventor of the Green Grassland!

Mo Qingchen didn't say anything and quietly followed Grey Wolf into his lab.

"Little Dumb, gather these materials and shrink them to nano-size, then print them out!"

A piece of bread is only so big, so compress the materials you need to copy!

With super artificial intelligent assistance, dozens of knowledge materials can be compressed onto an A4 paper.

Then Grey Wolf took a piece of bread, slapped it onto the paper filled with various knowledge materials, and began to munch.

Next moment, countless knowledge surged crazily into his memory.

"Aooooo..."

Grey Wolf clutched his head, rolling on the ground, howling miserably.

Then... his legs crouched and straightened, his wolf body twitched a few times, and he stopped moving altogether.

Mo Qingchen quietly approached, reached out to check the wolf's nose, and found no more breathing.

Then he extended his fingers to the artery in his neck.

Alright, no pulse either.

He pressed his hand on the wolf's chest.

The heart had indeed stopped beating.

One had to admire, when it came to courting death, Grey Wolf was truly formidable.

It was just overloading his brain with too much knowledge at once, directly stuffing himself to death...

His lips twitched, but Mo Qingchen wasn't the least bit flustered.

About a minute later, a "dong dong dong" sound echoed through the lab.

The sound went from very faint to as loud as drumming, resounding throughout the lab.

"Cough cough... I died just like that, how fragile..."

The grey wolf lying flat on the floor suddenly bounced up, touched his still swollen head, and then checked himself all over, especially the area between his legs.

Finding nothing missing, he complained.

Ever since being brought to this world by his Guardian Beastmaster, it wasn't his first time dying.

He'd died once before from overworking himself in the lab.

Then his Talent Skills activated, and a minute later, he was resurrected without a scratch.

"This bread is interesting. Little Dumb, link to the [Yanhuang Academy] database, compress all readable data, use nanometer font, and print it out on paper!"

With such a handy thing, it should naturally be utilized to its fullest.

Others can't absorb too much knowledge at once without mental collapse and death.

But he, Grey Wolf, isn't afraid!

So what if he dies once?

It's not like it's the first time he's died!

Dying is just healthier!

Beside him, Mo Qingchen was dumbfounded.

He truly hadn't expected Grey Wolf to go this far.

Still, if he's already going to die, might as well go all out.

"Little Dumb, use my permissions to open the [Yanhuang Academy] database, compress, and package everything readable according to Grey Wolf's arrangements."

Grey Wolf's permissions were just ordinary student-level permissions, unable to see much confidential data.

It's not that he couldn't obtain higher permissions, just that it wasn't necessary to alert the academy.

But Mo Qingchen had vice-dean level permissions within the [Yanhuang Research Institute], almost the highest, only below the dean-level.

Therefore, except for top-secret files, almost all the data at [Yanhuang Academy] was open to him.

Just now, dozens of knowledge materials already burst Grey Wolf to death.

If he's going to die anyway, might as well pour in as much knowledge as possible at once.

As to whether this messy information was useful or not, that's not his concern.

"Login to the database using master's authority successful... Reading data... Compressing and packaging... Replacing with nanometer-level font... Printing..."

I must say, Little Dumb's efficiency was genuinely high.

In just over ten minutes, it almost copied all the data from the academy's database.

However, this time there was so much content, it printed out on several A4 sheets.

Watching Grey Wolf take out several pieces of memory bread and copying all the content onto them.

Next, his wolf mouth opened wide, swallowing several pieces of bread in one go.

The next moment, Grey Wolf convulsed, and with a "bang," fell straight to the ground.

Compared to the last time when he died after some struggle, this time he died even faster.

Almost the moment he finished eating, in the next second, he was gone.

"Even a concept-level Grey Wolf can't endure it. Maybe using this to pull a prank could work."

Mo Qingchen, watching the deathly straight Grey Wolf, stroked his chin.

"Little Dumb, gather the junk information in your database, compress, package, use nanometer font, and copy as much as possible onto one A4 sheet."

Once the idea came, it had to be done, though he wondered who would be the next victim.

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