Soupman’s arrival caused a momentary stir. But soon everyone’s attention turned back to the altar.

Gradually, many seafolk began to whisper to themselves. This Mister Ning, he could really keep going!

How could this be? Can’t he be a normal person every now and then? How come he had to surpass everyone’s expectations all the time!

Of course, their thoughts were a bit jealous.

And as everyone continued to watch with their heads held high and their necks perked up, their jealousy began to increase. Thinking about it, nearly three hours had passed.

Prosperity Square was utterly silent.

Perhaps the record had long since been broken.

Soupman’s smile slowly darkened. True joy lit up the depths of his eyes, but there was even more urgency in them. So, at the sixth hour, when Chairman Xu braced himself to inform him that the energy reserves were nearly depleted once more, Soupman was in an incredibly good mood. He smiled and waved his hand for others to bring more supplies, not even bothering to ask why the speed of consumption was increasing.

As the supervisor of the royal palace’s treasure, Soupman loved wealth. But, he had already become accustomed to seeing wealth, so what did it matter if he needed to consume tens or hundreds of millions of resources? After all, it was highly possible this Mister Ning was who...