The Alloy Master's Brand New Dining Habits! The Special Affairs Bureau Must Be Crying to Death, Right?

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Alloy Master had plunged headfirst into the courtyard, hammering away without pause.

Fortunately, Shen Le's property was large enough. To the west and south were his own residences, to the east was a well-soundproofed laboratory, and to the north was the road, so no one complained about the noise disturbance.

Even so, Ah Lu, the Great Camphor Tree, voiced its displeasure:

[He's way too noisy! When will he be done? It's so loud I can't even bear fruit!]

"—No, Ah Lu, as a camphor tree that's already become a demon, is bearing fruit really that important?"

Still, Shen Le could only soothe the Great Camphor Tree and promise to temporarily install soundproofing panels around Alloy Master's courtyard to reduce the noise.

While he was at it, he should check on Alloy Master's progress. Maybe he ought to just call it quits?

After all, the gold leaf he had ordered would be arriving soon. Maybe the gold leaf would be delivered before Alloy Master managed to finish?

"Absolutely not!"

Alloy Master sat on the ground with his legs spread, one arm transformed into a rectangular hammerhead as he hammered continuously.

His left leg was bent to support his upper body, while his entire right leg had transformed into a rectangular iron anvil. The gold sheet waiting to be hammered lay neatly atop the anvil, constantly being shifted around.

A tablet had also been set up before him, looping online videos of people hammering gold leaf, complete with procedures, explanations, and shouted instructions.

Alloy Master would hammer around once, look up at the video, hammer a few more times, then look up again, endlessly adjusting where he struck and how much force he used...

But no matter how he adjusted, he was still way