Qing Eena stood in front of the empty wooden shack, contemplating the next step of his plan. He had already spent months studying and perfecting the homunculus creation process, and he was now ready to take the next big leap.
He took a deep breath and opened the door to the shack. Inside, he saw rows of wooden barrels, each one filled with a bubbling liquid that emitted a pungent odor. These were the kioke barrels that he had ordered from Japan, specifically designed for the fermentation of soy sauce.
Qing walked over to the barrels and inspected them closely. He had researched extensively on the benefits of using kioke barrels over modern stainless steel vats, and had concluded that the traditional wooden barrels produced a much more flavorful and aromatic soy sauce.
He ran his hand over the rough surface of the barrels, feeling the bumps and grooves of the wood. He imagined the soy sauce fermenting and aging inside, slowly developing its complex flavors and aromas.
But now, he had a different purpose for the kioke barrels. He would use them to create his army of drones, the blank-faced workers that would take care of his secret dimensional space.
Qing took out his notebook and started scribbling notes, planning out the exact specifications and characteristics of each drone. He wanted them to be efficient workers, capable of performing a wide range of tasks without any hesitation or deviation.
He decided to make them all look the same, with blank white faces and no discernible gender. This way, they could be easily recognized and identified, and there would be no confusion or distractions.
Qing's mind was buzzing with ideas and possibilities as he continued to sketch and plan. He imagined the drones tending to the plants and animals in the secret dimensional space, harvesting fruits and vegetables, and even butchering and preparing meat for sale.
He knew that his siblings would be able to handle the business aspect of the operation, taking the products outside to be sold at the fish stall or the grocer. With the drones taking care of the behind-the-scenes work, they would be able to produce a much larger quantity of goods, and at a much faster rate.
Qing worked tirelessly for weeks, carefully crafting each drone with the same level of precision and attention to detail as he did with his soy sauce. He imbued each one with the knowledge and skills needed to perform their designated tasks, and made sure that they were completely obedient to his commands.
When he finally finished the 100th drone, Qing stepped back and admired his handiwork. They all stood in perfect rows, motionless and blank-faced, waiting for their next instruction.
Qing smiled with satisfaction, knowing that he had just created something truly remarkable. He could already feel the benefits of having his own army of drones, as he could now focus his attention on more important matters, such as perfecting his soy sauce recipe and expanding his business.
He closed the door to the shack, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over him. He knew that this was just the beginning of something even greater, and he couldn't wait to see where his ingenuity and creativity would take him next.
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Qing Eena spent many long nights hunched over his computer screen, his fingers moving furiously across the keyboard as he programmed the 100 Drone Homunculi with the ancient chaos spell "Infigo Indicium". He had studied the spell for years, delving into the darkest corners of the internet to find the knowledge he needed.
Finally, he had everything he needed. He had written the spell into the programming code for each of the 100 Drones, and now all that was left was to activate it. Qing Eena closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again and focused his gaze on the first Drone.
Instantly, a beam of light shot from his eyes and directly into the Drone's. The Drone didn't react at first, but then its blank face started to shift and contort as the spell took hold. Qing Eena watched intently, his heart racing as he waited to see if the spell had worked.
At first, it seemed like nothing had happened. The Drone stood there, still and silent, as though nothing had changed. But then, slowly, it began to move. It stepped forward, then back, then to the side, as though testing out its new abilities.
Qing Eena smiled, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over him. He had done it. He had created a hundred perfect, obedient workers, ready to do his bidding without question.
Over the next few weeks, Qing Eena put the Drones to work. He spread them out into the Secret Dimensional Space, where they tended to the crops and animals with expert precision. They harvested fruits and vegetables, milked cows and goats, and even slaughtered animals for meat. Qing Eena watched from a safe distance, marveling at how efficient the Drones were.
As the days went by, Qing Eena grew more and more confident in his creation. He began to test their limits, giving them more and more complex tasks to perform. He even taught them how to use weapons, just in case they ever needed to defend the Secret Dimensional Space.
But as he delved deeper into their programming, Qing Eena started to realize just how much power he had over them. With a single thought, he could make them do anything he wanted. He could force them to kill, to steal, to destroy. He could make them into an army of mindless slaves, ready to do his bidding at a moment's notice.
The thought thrilled him, but it also scared him. He knew that he had to be careful with his power, or else he could unleash a force that he couldn't control. But for now, he was content to let the Drones do their work, and to revel in the knowledge that he had created something truly remarkable.
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As soon as Qing had finished building the armory inside his secret dimension, he began constructing a large warehouse to store all the products that were being grown and raised there. With his Spacetime Power: Freeze Time, he could preserve everything in a state of suspended animation, ensuring that the food and other products would stay fresh indefinitely.
Qing had always been fascinated by the idea of freezing things in time. When he first discovered his Spacetime Power in his past life, he had spent hours experimenting with different objects, freezing them and then unfreezing them to see how they had changed.
Now, he was using his power to keep his secret dimension fully stocked with fresh produce and meat. He had installed shelves and racks all around the warehouse, and the 100 Drone Homunculi were responsible for keeping everything organized and properly stored.
One day, as Qing was inspecting the warehouse, he noticed that there were a few empty shelves. He immediately called Juan, his most trusted homunculus, over to ask him what was going on.
"Juan, why are there empty shelves in the warehouse? We need to make sure that everything is fully stocked at all times," Qing said.
Juan, who was always very calm and composed, replied, "I apologize, Master Qing. We have had a higher than usual demand for our products lately, and we have not been able to keep up with the orders."
Qing nodded thoughtfully. He was the one who made the grocery store opening possible, thereby adding to their family business of a fish stall in town, which was likely the reason for the increased demand. He would need to find a way to increase production to keep up with the demand.
"I understand," he said to Juan. "We need to find a way to increase our production. Let's start by planting more crops and raising more animals. And we'll need to make sure that the 100 Drones are working as efficiently as possible."
Juan nodded in agreement. "Of course, Master Qing. I will make sure that everything is taken care of."
As Qing continued to inspect the warehouse, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. This secret dimension was his own creation, and he was responsible for keeping it running smoothly. With his Spacetime Power, he could ensure that everything was always fresh and perfectly preserved. And with his 100 Drone Homunculi and his five "siblings," he had a dedicated team of workers who were always ready to do his bidding.
But as he looked around at the shelves and the stacks of food and products, he also felt a sense of unease. This was a secret that he had kept from everyone, even his own family. And he knew that if anyone ever found out about it, there could be dire consequences.
He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and focused on the task at hand. He had work to do, and he was determined to make sure that his secret dimension was a success.
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Qing Eena and his five "sibling" homunculi, Juan, Toon, Trey, Fau, and Frye, were thrilled at the idea of having their very own Killer Boars to take care of in their Secret Dimensional Space. The process of getting the two baby Killer Boars wasn't easy, but they managed to pull it off without getting caught.
As soon as they were in the Secret Dimensional Space, Qing used his Spacetime Power to fast forward time, so that the babies could grow into adults in a matter of hours. The five siblings were amazed at the sight of the two baby Killer Boars growing at an exponential rate, they couldn't believe how much the creatures were growing.
Juan, the eldest of the homunculi siblings, couldn't help but be in awe at the sight of the Killer Boars. "Qing, you're a genius! Look at how much these creatures are growing! We'll have enough meat to last us a lifetime!" he exclaimed.
Qing just smiled in response, feeling proud of himself for having come up with such an ingenious plan. "Yes, we'll have enough meat, but we have to be careful. We can't let anyone find out about these Killer Boars. We'll have to keep them hidden from prying eyes," he warned.
The five homunculi siblings nodded in agreement, knowing the consequences of getting caught. They had to be extra careful and vigilant to ensure that no one would discover their secret.
As the Killer Boars continued to grow, the Drone Homunculi took care of them, making sure they were fed and watered. The space they were in was perfect for them to grow and thrive, and soon enough, the two baby Killer Boars had multiplied into fifty.
Qing was amazed at how much the creatures had grown, but he knew they couldn't keep all of them. "We can't keep all of them, we'll have to sell some of them to the Grocer or the Fish Stall. But we have to be careful not to raise suspicion," he said, thinking out loud.
Toon, the second oldest of the homunculi siblings, had an idea. "Why don't we sell them one at a time, over a period of time? That way, no one will suspect anything," he suggested.
Qing nodded in agreement, impressed by Toon's idea. "That's a good plan. We'll have to make sure we only sell to trusted buyers," he said, looking at his siblings.
As time went on, the Killer Boars continued to multiply, and soon enough, they had more meat than they could ever need. Qing was proud of himself for having come up with such a brilliant plan, and he knew that they could continue to thrive in their Secret Dimensional Space as long as they kept their secret safe.
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The family sat around the large wooden table in the dining area of Qing's parents house. The aroma of the Sweet Braised Killer Boar Hocks and Meat filled the air, making their mouths water in anticipation. Qing had outdone himself this time with his culinary skills.
Lucio, Qing's father, took the first bite and let out a moan of pleasure. "Qing, my son, you have truly outdone yourself. This is the best meat I have ever tasted."
Karla, Qing's mother, nodded in agreement. "I don't think I've ever tasted anything so tender and juicy."
Uncle Tito chimed in, "You really know how to cook these killer boars, Qing. This is a meal fit for royalty."
Qing beamed with pride as he watched his family and homunculi enjoying the meal he had prepared. "I'm glad you all like it. It was my pleasure to cook it for you."
Toon, one of Qing's homunculi siblings, spoke up. "Qing, have you thought about selling some of this meat to our loyal customers?"
Qing nodded. "Yes, I have. We have so much meat, it would be a waste to let it go to waste. We can sell some to our customers for the standard price."
Juan, another homunculi sibling, added, "It's a great idea, Qing. Our customers will love this meat, and it will bring in some extra income."
Fau, Trey, and Frye, the remaining homunculi siblings, all nodded in agreement. They knew that Qing had a knack for business and that this was a smart move.
As they continued to eat, they discussed the logistics of selling the meat to their customers. They talked about packaging, pricing, and distribution. It was clear that Qing had put a lot of thought into this venture, and his family and homunculi were impressed.
As the meal came to an end, everyone was satisfied and full. They all agreed that it was one of the best meals they had ever had. Qing smiled as he looked around the table, feeling grateful for his family and the homunculi who had become like siblings to him.
"Thank you all for joining me for dinner," he said. "I'm glad we could all enjoy this meal together."
Lucio raised his glass in a toast. "To Qing, our talented cook, and his amazing culinary skills."
The rest of the family and homunculi followed suit, raising their glasses and joining in the toast. It was a moment of happiness and unity, and Qing knew that he had found his place in the world, surrounded by the people and creatures he loved.