He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 5. It’s time to give the Western Fantasy people some MC shock

Chapter 1 of "The Oracle of the Holy See":
"God preached in heaven: If you want to be rich, first cut down the trees, dig three times and fill the mines."

“Then, the path to dawn begins under a tree; the root of hope begins in a cave.”

……

"Your Holiness, where do we begin?"

Lecia looked at Ian with admiration, and the latter nodded and smiled.

"Don't call me so polite, there are no outsiders here."

"Yes, Master Ian."

Ian turned his head and looked around. They were now in a jungle.

There is no shortage of wood.

Even creatures like pigs, cows, sheep and chickens can be seen in the woods.

The only thing missing is a natural mine.

However, according to the gameplay of professional mining, most miners actually trust the artificial mines they dig themselves.

But none of this matters.

It is said that "If you want to be rich, first cut down trees."

In fact, Ian never thought about developing by cutting down trees.

This principle is correct, but the number of people is wrong.

There are twenty people entering the MC world now. Excluding Ian, there are nineteen newbies who can't even cut down a tree.

The most important thing is that there are more than 5,000 people in Blackwater City who are crying for food.

Blackwater City, located in the northern wasteland of the Hundred Races Alliance, is not absolutely safe.

The abyss, a strange world phenomenon, is not impossible to appear in the Hundred Races Alliance area, otherwise, why would old Phobos disappear into the abyss.

Ian must quickly strengthen the defense of Blackwater City, develop the territory of Blackwater City, and simultaneously develop the territory in the MC world.

Pursue the fastest development in the shortest time in exchange for the reward of the MC World Gate.

By this calculation, Ian actually has only one way to go.

Generate current.

As long as you find a village, place a thread-generating machine, and activate the fishermen and arrow makers, a steady supply of emeralds will come.

Ian can completely rely on the villagers' pure natural, pollution-free and environmentally friendly biological batteries to rapidly develop the villagers' technology.

There is no need to go down to the mine to dig diamonds. As long as there are enough villagers, he can equip Layal and the others with a set of enchanted diamond equipment in minutes.

The most basic requirement for generating electricity is villagers.

and so……

“Villagers are the primary productive force!”

After making up his mind about the development plan, Ian glanced at Layal and the others who were still looking around from time to time, their eyes full of amazement and disbelief.

From time to time, some people would secretly pinch their soft flesh to determine whether they were dreaming.

Ian smiled.

It’s time to give the Western Fantasy fans a little MC shock!
The next moment, Ian moved.

"Master Ian? Please be careful!"

Leal instructed, turning back to glare at Markov.

"Markov! Still in a daze! Hurry up and bring people to protect Master Ian!"

"Godfather... This is the great Kingdom of Dawn. How could there be..."

Markoff retorted, but when he saw Leal's fierce eyes, he sneered and happily led his men to follow Ian.

"Master Ian, what are you going to do? Please let us do it."

Lecia walked quickly to Ian, and Ian smiled meaningfully.

"Don't worry, let me give you a sample first."

After saying that, Ian stopped talking and swung his fist to hit the oak tree in front of him.

Before Lecia could express her heartache, the oak wood exploded, turning into small cubes and falling into Ian's backpack.

But at this time, Lecia and others no longer had the mind to pay attention to Ian's sudden brute force.

"Tree! Tree! Tree!"

Frannie was immediately furious and hid behind Lecia, pointing at the oak that was broken by Ian with an excited look on her face.

"The tree is flying! Sister Lecia! The tree is flying!"

"How is that possible! Why didn't the tree fall?"

Not to mention Lacia, even the knowledgeable Leal was rubbing his eyes desperately, staring at the broken tree in amazement.

He even reached out and touched the broken part in the middle, still not believing it.

"Dawn bless you! How does this work?"

For the first time ever, Layal, an atheist, sincerely prayed for the blessing of the dawn.

Ian made a workbench, put it aside, then smiled brightly and gave a thumbs up.

"The first law of the MC world! Trees grow in the air!"

After saying that, he continued to pull up the tree with his bare hands, regardless of Layal and the others whose jaws were about to drop.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces...

Until the end, everyone watched Ian throw a punch as if with deliberate intent, using the wind from his fist to blow up the tree block above his head.

At this point... all the trunk blocks of this oak tree disappeared.

Ian walked over to the workbench and started working.

But everyone just stared up at the leaves floating in the sky with their mouths wide open.

"Do leaves... also grow in the air?"

For the first time in his life, Leal began to question everything he had seen and heard over the past few decades.

At this moment, the elderly Leal suddenly felt that he had lived for decades in vain. In the MC world, he had no life experience at all.

He's a complete rookie.

After an unknown amount of time, as the leaves disappeared, a bright red apple fell beside Franny.

The little guy squatted down and stared at it for a long time, then picked it up and took a bite.

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and smiled happily.

"So sweet! Sweeter than anything I've ever tasted before! Master Ian, you too..."

Just as she was about to let Ian have a bite, Frannie turned around and found that Ian had disappeared.

All that was left was a big pit next to the workbench, and a strange block that emitted warm heat.

"Master Ian! Sister Lexia! Master Ian is missing!"

Franny anxiously pushed Lecia, who was still doubting her life, and everyone came to their senses and began to search around in panic.

"Stop shouting, I'm here!"

Suddenly, Ian's cry came from the cave.

Everyone rushed over and saw Ian climbing up a ladder that had appeared in the pit at some point.

Not long after, Ian stood in front of everyone again in his bright and handsome appearance.

However, at this time, he was holding a stone pickaxe in his hand.

"Master Ian?"

Lacia and the others' brains seemed to be in a state of panic.

For some reason, they always felt that Ian seemed to be a generation ahead of them.

Just when they were in a daze...

"The apple fell."

Ian glanced at Franny and rubbed the little girl's face with a smile.

"In this regard, the MC world still respects Newton quite a bit."

"Master Ian, you eat too!"

Franny quickly handed the bitten apple to Ian as if it were a treasure.

The latter waved his hand.

"You eat it. Furenyi is still growing and needs more vitamins."

"By the way, if you're hungry, eat some meat first. The black bread we had at noon didn't fill you up at all."

"I just came in and saw that my satiety level is only five chicken legs. Lacia, throw away all the black bread from now on!"

"We, the Dawn Divine Cult, should not act as if we can no longer survive."

After saying that, Ian took out the grilled lamb chops and took a bite. The rich aroma instantly filled everyone's nose.

Markov and others couldn't help but drool.

They had not eaten meat for a long time since old Phobos disappeared.

"Master Ian, where did you get the mutton?"

Lecia looked at Ian with some longing, and the latter pointed around.

"While you were dazed, I slaughtered a few sheep on the way and collected some meat to cook."

"Just tell me when you're hungry. I have plenty."

As he spoke, Ian rummaged through his backpack and reached into the furnace for something.

He turned around and said vaguely while holding the grilled lamb chops in his mouth:

"Grilled lamb chops, grilled pork chops, grilled chicken, grilled steak... Although they are all grilled, they taste much better than black bread."

Lacia and the others were still in a daze, but in the blink of an eye, Ian had stuffed grilled steaks into their hands.

Smelling the tempting aroma of meat, Lecia swallowed hard.

I looked around and saw four or five large leaves floating in the sky.

"Master Ian... have we been in a daze for a long time?"

"It's okay, it's only three or four minutes."

Ian carried his hoe and chewed a lamb chop.

"so……"

Layal reached out to hold onto the tree trunk beside him to support his somewhat weak legs.

"In just three or four minutes, you cut down four or five trees, killed so many animals, made dozens of barbecue steaks, and dug such a deep tunnel and set up a ladder?"

"My Holiness the Pope...is this reasonable?"

Ian swallowed the last piece of mutton and gave a thumbs-up with a bright smile.

“I used to speedrun!”

"It turns out that old soldiers never die, and they don't even fade away!"

(End of this chapter)