Good news: I traveled to the end of the deep sea and awakened the only god-level talent [Infinite Swallowing].
Bad news: This gift seems to have swallowed up my conscience and morals along with it.
From then on, my painting style completely deviated.
Encountering a deadly beast?
I rushed over with a sliding shovel: "Don't move! Let me see if your characteristics are worth it!"
Behemoth: "???"
Besieged by pirates?
I opened the asset evaluation system: "Yes, the quality of these 'original stocks' is very high!"
Pirate: "Guys, he seems to be CPUing us!"
Encountered the enemy's ace fleet?
I took out the labor contract: "Sign it and you are my people. Refuse? Oh, the incinerator over there is still short of fuel."
Dragon Emperor: "Asshole! You are blaspheming against art!!"
I looked at the warehouse full of parts and new employees, and nodded with satisfaction: "No, this is maximizing resource utilization."
(My crew: Boss, please be a human being!)
