Surprising The Contest Judge With Modern Earth's Food!

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"If what?" Greenwood asked. "Do I have to remind you that you were DESIGNED to work for me? You're merely a byproduct of my own research. If you must sacrifice your lives for my projects and the greater cause, so be it! You're all working for the great Oberon, show some respect!"

"Y-Yes, Master. I apologize for my selfishness…" The elf lowered his head.

"Hmph, scram. And the next time you call me, you better have something good to report." Greenwood's sharp green eyes glared at the elf in front of him, as he nodded and then stopped the call.

Greenwood looked at his left side, as he saw several small droids moving around, constructing a humanoid body in front of him, a powerful, stronger, and more reinforced one than any other before.