He put the damaged Pickaxe into the Tinkers' Construct Tool Station and repaired it, then slotted in a large obsidian plate, raising its durability trait by one level.
Yang Bo looked up at the long line of people, a bitter smile spreading across his face.
Damn, I had a perfectly good life. Why did it suddenly feel like I was clocking in for work?
Once something came with quotas, even something he loved could become a chore.
The one thing that excited him, though, was that he would never lack ore again-or cobblestone, for that matter.
"Get in line!"
Yang Bo shouted in frustration, and the Sakaarians under his supervision immediately straightened up, looking uneasy.
There were no troublemakers among them. Perhaps the Black Order had already beaten all the trouble out of them.
After another hour or so of work, the crowd finally dispersed.
He wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead, took a chilled Coca-Cola from his inventory, and gulped down half the bottle.
"Ah, that hits the spot..."
"I won't have to work this hard anymore. More than half their Pickaxes already have durability 4, and some of the hardworking ones even have unbreakable tools."
Yang Bo slouched onto a sofa nearby. Remembering the endless stream of people who had come to get their Pickaxes repaired before the tools had any durability traits, he couldn't help shuddering.
Their inability to use the various crafting tables is a problem, too... Oh well. If they can't use them, they can't use them. It's not like I'll ever have this many tools to repair at once again.
Yang Bo reclined in the chair, enjoying the sunshine. Its warmth on his skin made him feel sleepy.
I should have enough materials. I'll make the Quantum Suit first.
He took out a