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[Chat]: [Boredom]: Wayne, stop farming! Go outside! Everyone else is fighting like dogs!
[Dedication]: Are you serious? I've been watching assembly line robots in Wayne's stream for three whole hours.
[Truth]: It's hypnotic, brother.
[Shock]: No, I still can't believe that lion head is Edison. I thought gender-bending Artoria was weird enough, but beast-bending?
[Newcor]: Wait, really? That perverted lion in the tight suit is Thomas Edison?
[Realization]: So you fans have been watching model figures here for three hours?
[Fan]: What else did you think we were doing?
While the outside world was in chaos—floods, concerts, and orbital bombardnts—Wayne , the last of the seven strears, was diligent.
He was tightening screws.
Location: Ryuudou Temple (Underground Factory)
"Work harder!" the lion-headed man in the red and blue spandex suit roared. "Ti is money! And money is mana! And mana is victory!"
[SERVANT: CASTER - THOMAS EDISON]
Edison was... intense. He was a walking embodint of unbridled capitalism and mass production. Upon summoning him, Wayne had expected a wise inventor. Instead, he got a CEO on steroids.
Edison had imdiately taken charge. Using his skills Mass Production (A) and Concept Improvent (A ), he had transford the temple caverns into a high-tech sweatshop.
He "recruited" (brainwashed/bribed) hundreds of NPCs from Fuyuki with promises of astronomical wages.
"Listen up, employees!" Edison announced, pacing back and forth with his paws clasped behind his back. "The work schedule is optimized! 20 hours of labor! 4 hours of sleep! Efficiency is key!"
"But sir," an NPC worker raised a trembling hand. "What about safety?"
"Safety is irrelevant!" Edison bead. "However! I offer a generous Life Insurance package! It costs exactly one month's salary! If you die on the job, your family gets a huge payout! But rember: The premium is deducted from your first month's pay. So if you die before the first month is up... well, that's just bad luck!"
[Chat]: [Guillotine]: HANG HIM FROM A LAMPPOST!
[Marx]: Capitalist scum!
[Scam]: That's literally a scam! He's working them to death before payday!
[Horror]: Wait... what happens to the bodies?
[Recycling]: Look at the conveyor belt. He turns the dead workers into mana batteries. It's green energy! (Sort of).
Taking advantage of Cipher's flood, Edison had sent his chanical soldiers to dredge the city. They collected "biomass" (corpses) and converted them into magical energy batteries to power the factory.
It was grueso. It was efficient. It was horrifying.
But Wayne was fully bought in.
"Oh! My dear Master!" Edison roared, spotting Wayne at his workstation. "The floodwaters outside have receded. How many units have you assembled?"
Wayne wiped grease from his face, looking exhausted but proud. "Reporting, Mr. President! I have completed 16 units!"
"Excellent!" Edison slapped him on the back, nearly crushing Wayne's spine. "You are employee of the month! When we conquer this city, I will na the central square after you! Wayne Plaza!"
Wayne's eyes sparkled. "Thank you, sir! I won't let you down!"
[Chat]: [Brainwashed]: WAYNE WAKE UP!
[Cult]: He's gone. He's fully indoctrinated.
[Simp]: "Wayne Plaza" does sound kinda cool though...
[Haki]: My favorite strear has gone crazy from tightening screws!
Unlike the wailing in the chat, Edison looked satisfied. This was his path to victory: Secretly develop, amass an endless legion of chanical soldiers, and then crush the opposition with a torrent of steel.
However, just as Edison was supervising the production line, the airlock doors hissed open.
Two chanical soldiers dragged in a soaking wet, vomiting man.
"Sir!" a robot reported. "We found a survivor washed up near the temple entrance. He appears to have high magical potential."
Edison lood over the newcor. "A survivor? Excellent! We have an opening on Line 4."
The man looked up, coughing up water. It was Panda.
He had survived the explosion of his War Elephant by the skin of his teeth, only to be washed into the sewers and dragged into this steampunk nightmare.
"HOLY COW!" Panda scread, looking around at the factory. "Where the hell am I? Is this still the ga map? Why is there a lion in a suit?!"
"Welco to the Edison Corporation!" Edison roared, shoving a clipboard into Panda's hands. "Sign here for your insurance! Can you tighten screws?"
Panda blinked, dazed. "Screw... screws?"
"Yes! Or perhaps you prefer assembly?" Edison grinned, his golden teeth gleaming. "The wages are competitive! (Eventually!)"
Panda looked at the contract. Then he looked at the army of chanical soldiers marching in the background. Then he looked at Wayne, who was giving him a thumbs up.
"Uh," Panda said, his spirit broken. "Do I get dental?"
[Chat]: [LUL]: PANDA IS ALIVE!
[Slave]: He just got hired into the sweatshop!
[New_Job]: From Chieftain to Factory Worker. What a fall.
"Excellent!" Edison cheered. "Now, back to work! We need 100,000 units before we march on the tower!"
"Yes, Mr. President!" Wayne and Panda shouted in unison.
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