Tony watched the green data flicker across the screen and smiled with satisfaction.
"The Current Conversion Rate is seventeen percent higher than expected."
Half an hour later, the electric shocks stopped.
Enel hung from his chains, foam spilling from his mouth.
His eyes brimmed with humiliation and tears.
He could not win a fight, and he could not escape.
The slightest thought of resistance was enough for the collar around his neck to remind him of the rules.
"Quit playing dead. The startup test only produced five thousand kilowatt-hours."
Tony glanced at the data panel.
"You're still ninety-five thousand kilowatt-hours short of today's target."
A hearty voice rang out from the doorway.
Yamato strode in with a massive spiked club slung over one shoulder.
A thick attendance ledger was tucked into her belt.
"Tony, here's today's production schedule. Pepper asked me to bring it over."
Yamato tossed the ledger onto the console.
Then she turned toward Enel, who was suspended in midair.
"So this is the newcomer who calls himself a god?"
Yamato walked up and poked the Thunder Drums behind Enel's back.
They answered with a dull thump.
Enel jolted and weakly opened his eyes.
"How dare you... Mortal, do not touch a god's sacred artifact..."
Yamato curled her lip, tightened her grip on her club, and lined up a swing at the back of Enel's head.
"Enough talk. Start discharging!"
"When I was getting chewed out at Udon Prison Mine, I wasn't half as delicate as you."
"Kaido had to haul three hundred carts of ore every day. You've only finished the startup test. Aren't you embarrassed?"
Enel froze at the mention of Kaido.
That terrifying monster who treated an entire island like his backyard had been hauling mine carts too?
"What are you looking at? If you