I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 5 5. It's Time to Give These Western Fantasy Folks a Little Minecraft Shock

《The Papal Oracle Talks》 Revelation Chapter [One]:

“God preached in Heaven: If you want to get rich, start by chopping trees and digging mines with a three-by-one method.”

“Thus, the Path of Dawn begins beneath the trees; the root of hope sprouts from within the caves.”

… …

“Your Holiness, where should we begin?”

Laysia looked at Ian with an adoring expression, and the latter nodded and smiled slightly.

“Don’t be so formal, there are no outsiders here.”

“Yes, Young Master Ian.”

Ian turned his head and glanced around. They were currently located in a forest.

Wood was not lacking.

Even creatures like pigs, cattle, sheep, and chickens could be seen in abundance within the forest.

The only thing missing was a natural mine.

However, according to the professional mining style of gameplay, most miners actually trust the man-made mines they dig themselves more.

But none of that matters.

It is said, “If you want to get rich, start by chopping trees.”

In reality, Ian never considered developing by chopping trees.

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

Currently, there are twenty people who have entered the MC world. Apart from Ian, there are nineteen newbies who don't even know how to chop trees.

Most importantly, Blackwater City still has more than five thousand citizens waiting to be fed.

Located in the northern wilderness of the Hundred Clan Alliance, Blackwater City cannot be considered absolutely safe.

The strange world phenomenon of the Abyss is not impossible to appear in the Hundred Clan Alliance area; otherwise, Old Fogg Boss would not have disappeared into the Abyss.

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

To pursue the fastest development in the shortest amount of time, and exchange it for the rewards of the MC World Gate.

Calculating it this way, Ian actually only has one path to take.

Livestock electricity.

As long as he finds a village, sets up a mob grinder, and cultivates fishermen and fletcher, a steady stream of emeralds will come.

Ian can completely rely on villagers, this pure, natural, pollution-free, and harmless environmentally friendly biological battery, to rapidly develop villager technology.

Without having to go down the mine to dig for diamonds, as long as there are enough villagers, he can equip Layal and the others with a set of enchanted diamond equipment in minutes.

And the most basic requirement for livestock electricity is villagers.

So… …

“Villagers are the primary productive force!”

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

Occasionally, some people would secretly pinch their own soft flesh to judge whether they were dreaming.

Ian smiled.

It’s time to give these Western Fantasy folks a little Minecraft shock!

In the next moment, Ian moved.

“Young Master Ian? Please be careful!”

Layal instructed, then turned his head and glared at Markov.

“Markov! Still daydreaming! Quickly take people to protect Young Master Ian!”

“Godfather… this is the Great Dawn Heaven, how could there be… …

Markov retorted, but seeing Layal’s sharp eyes, he still smiled sheepishly and followed Ian with a wagging tail.

“Young Master Ian, what are you going to do? Please let us do it.”

Laysia quickly walked to Ian’s side, and Ian smiled meaningfully.

“Don’t worry, let me show you a sample first.”

After saying that, Ian stopped talking and swung his fist at an oak tree in front of him.

Before Laysia could express her concern, the oak tree burst open with a bang, turning into small blocks that fell into Ian’s backpack.

But at this time, Laysia and the others were no longer in the mood to pay attention to Ian’s sudden brute force.

“Tree! Tree! Tree!”

Freyne immediately exploded, hiding behind Laysia, pointing excitedly at the oak tree that Ian had broken.

“The tree flew! Sister Laysia! The tree flew!”

“How is that possible! Why didn’t the tree fall!”

Not to mention Laysia, even Layal, who was knowledgeable and experienced, was desperately rubbing his eyes at this moment, staring dumbfounded at the tree with a section broken off.

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

“Dawn be praised! What is the principle behind this?”

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

Ian made a crafting table, casually placed 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, without paying attention to Layal and the others, whose jaws were about to drop, he continued to chop trees with his bare hands.

One block, two blocks, three blocks… …

Until the end, everyone watched Ian as if he was unleashing a deliberate blast fist, using his fist wind to blast the tree blocks above his head from the air.

At this point… …

All the trunk blocks of this oak tree disappeared without a trace.

Ian walked to the crafting table and busied himself.

But everyone stared blankly at the leaves floating in the sky, their mouths wide open.

“Do the leaves… also grow in the air?”

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

At this moment, Layal, who was quite old, suddenly felt that he had lived in vain for decades. In the MC world, he had no life experience at all.

He was completely a newbie.

After an unknown amount of time, as the leaves disappeared, a red apple fell next to Freyne.

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

Immediately, she narrowed her eyes and smiled happily.

“So sweet! Even sweeter than what I ate before! Young Master Ian, you also… …

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Just as she was about to let Ian take a bite too, Freyne turned her head, but found that Ian had disappeared without a trace.

Only next to the crafting table, there was a large pit, and a strange block that was still emitting warm heat.

“Young Master Ian! Sister Laysia! Young Master Ian is gone!”

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

“Stop shouting, I’m here!”

Suddenly, Ian’s shout came from the cave.

Everyone hurriedly gathered around, but saw Ian climbing up a ladder that appeared in the pit at some unknown time.

Before long, Ian stood in front of everyone again, looking bright and neat.

It’s just that, at this time, what he was holding in his hand was a stone pickaxe.

“Young Master Ian?”

Laysia and the others’ brains were a little frozen.

For some reason, they always felt that Ian seemed to be leading them by an era.

Just in the short while they were in a daze… …

“An apple dropped.”

Ian glanced at Freyne, smiled and rubbed the little girl’s face.

“In this respect, the MC world still respects Newton.”

“Young Master Ian, you eat too!”

Freyne hurriedly held the bitten apple and handed it to Ian as if offering a treasure.

The latter waved his hand.

“You eat it, Freyne is still growing, and needs to supplement more vitamins.”

“By the way, if you are hungry, eat some meat to fill your stomach first. The black bread we ate at noon didn’t make us feel full at all.”

“When I came in just now, my saturation was only five chicken legs. Laysia, throw away all that black bread for me in the future!”

“Don’t make our Dawn Church look like we can’t afford to live.”

After saying that, Ian took out a roasted lamb chop and took a bite. The rich aroma instantly entered everyone’s noses.

Markov and the others couldn’t help but drool.

They hadn’t eaten meat for a long time since Old Fogg Boss disappeared.

“Young Master Ian, where did you get the lamb from?”

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

“When you were in a daze just now, I slaughtered a few sheep along the way, collected some meat, and cooked it.”

“If you are hungry, just say so, I still have a lot here.”

As he said that, Ian rummaged through his backpack and went to the furnace to take out a handful.

He turned his head and said vaguely with a roasted lamb chop in his mouth:

“Roasted lamb chops, roasted pork chops, roasted chicken, roasted steak… Although they are all roasted, the taste is much better than black bread.”

Laysia and the others were still stunned, but in the blink of an eye, Ian had already stuffed roasted meat chops into their hands.

Smelling the tempting aroma of the meat, Laysia swallowed hard.

She glanced around at the four or five large clumps of leaves floating in the sky around her.

“Young Master Ian… have we been in a daze for a long time?”

“It’s okay, it’s only been three or four minutes.”

Ian carried the hoe and chewed on the lamb chops.

“So… …

Layal reached out and supported the tree trunk next to him, propping up his somewhat weak legs.

“In three or four minutes, you chopped down four or five trees, killed so many animals, made dozens of roasted meat chops along the way, and dug such a deep tunnel and built a ladder along the way?”

“My Pope… is that reasonable?”

Ian swallowed the last piece of lamb, smiled brightly, and gave a thumbs up.

“I used to play speedruns!”

“Facts prove that old soldiers never die, and they don’t even fade away!”