The earthworms scurried towards the meat as the humming mosquitoes in the air rushed to attack. The moment the mosquitoes reached their heads, the earthworms swiftly sucked them up, mercilessly crushing them within their powerful jaws. Although there were a few earthworms, they were vastly outnumbered by the hundreds of mosquitoes swarming around them. But it didn't matter, as the mosquitoes kept attacking relentlessly, their numbers never dwindling.

Meanwhile, thousands of ants on the ground moved in unison towards the earthworms, their razor-sharp jaws ready to tear into the creatures' flesh. The earthworms, however, were formidable creatures, with thick shells and lengths of over two meters, making them nearly impossible for the ants to defeat. The ants could only scrape at the earthworms' smooth iron skin, leaving white marks in their wake.

Despite the ants' relentless attacks, the earthworms remained unbroken, their tough exteriors allowing them to withstand the onslaught. However, the ants were relentless, and their numbers were on their side. After several unsuccessful attempts, they eventually succeeded in scraping through the earthworms' skin, much like how rain can wear down stones over time.

Rico watched as one earthworm was overwhelmed by the ants, its wounds too severe for it to continue fighting. It flopped over and sank into the ground, leaving only hundreds of wounded ants behind. But the battle raged on, with reinforcements arriving from all sides, as the Three Great Clans continued their war.

Other bugs took advantage of the chaos, stealing as much meat as they could before fleeing. In the end, nearly 800 ants had perished, while only 100 earthworms and 200 mosquitoes had died. Rico was pleased to see that so many creatures had died, as it meant that the World Source now had 1.01 mana.

He then used his authority to infuse his body with 0.001 spirit energy. His muscles and bones trembled as a warm current flowed through him. In a single second, his body returned to normal, but Rico's hand was tightly clenched and he could feel a jet of air escaping from between his fingers. This demonstrated his increased strength and speed.

He glanced at his concrete wall and heard a faint voice telling him that he could punch through it, but he shrugged and said, "Forget about it, cleaning that up would be a drag." He knew that his strength hadn't increased all that much, but he wasn't sure by how much. He knew that controlling his body would be impossible for a while.

"I'll have to check out my strength in the gym," Rico thought to himself.

As the Cradle experienced more than 20 years, the three races of the Cradle had long since recovered their pre-recovery population levels. Another 100 kg of meat was added in a short time, and Rico predicted another large-scale conflict between the three clans. He eventually obtained and consumed a World Source of 0.102, and a warm flood of water immediately massaged his inside, quickly putting him at ease. After a lengthy period of inactivity, his muscles were bursting with life.

For the third time, Rico flung the remaining 200 pounds of beef into the Cradle. After the meat had been placed into the Cradle, he transferred his mind into the disc world to observe. He discovered a massive brawl between ants, earthworms, and mosquitoes. The mosquitoes buzzed and rushed from the sky or from beneath the foliage, and they grasped ants, raising them into the air, and releasing them, with most of them being killed upon impact.

However, this tactic was only used when fighting ants. When they came across earthworms, the mosquitoes quickly fled. As Rico watched

He went to take a bath after absorbing some more source energy, Rico washed the dark, greasy substance off his skin, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and triumph. He had successfully manipulated the Three Great Clans in the Cradle to engage in a brutal battle, resulting in thousands of casualties and providing him with a significant amount of World's Source. He reveled in the power he held over these tiny creatures, feeling invigorated by the rush of energy he had consumed.

With a renewed sense of strength and vitality, Rico decided to test his newfound power in the gym. He took his Bugatti and paid for one session. After a serious workout, he flexed his muscles and felt the energy coursing through his veins, knowing that he had the ability to accomplish anything he set his mind to. He knew that he had to be careful not to push himself too hard, as the effects of the World's Source could be unpredictable.

As he continue to work out, Rico couldn't help but think about the Cradle and the Three Great Clans. He knew that he had to be careful not to let his obsession with power consume him. He had to find a balance between controlling the Cradle and not causing too much destruction. But for now, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and thrill as he imagined the next battle between the Three Great Clans, knowing that he held the power to control their fate.

Rico continued to observe the Cradle, carefully manipulating the Three Great Clans and consuming the World's Source. He grew stronger and more powerful with each passing battle, but also more aware of the responsibility that came with his power. He knew that he had to use it wisely, always thinking about the consequences of his actions. But for now, he couldn't help but relish in the rush of power and control he held over the Cradle and the Three Great Clans.

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