Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

"Crunch" - "Snap" - "Tap".

He repeated this monotonous, tedious, and meaningless action; the sound of the wooden door opening and closing echoed rhythmically in the silent hideout, which, combined with such an incomprehensible scene, was really hard to reconcile with the deep-rooted worldview in one's mind.

The workers exchanged bewildered glances, seeing only the same confusion and horror in each other's eyes: What... what was going on? Was it some kind of Originium Arts they couldn't understand? Some kind of mysterious ritual? Or...?

Could it be that the old and new brains are not quite right?

To those who have witnessed his power, this "abnormality" is far more terrifying than mere brutality, because you simply cannot predict what a powerful being with such eccentric thinking... or a lapse in judgment, will do next.

Pavel's throat bobbed. He recalled Milan's miraculous methods of collecting supplies yesterday, and looking at this inexplicable scene before him, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He had originally thought that Milan only possessed strong combat power and later added some kind of spatial storage ability, but now it seemed that... the "abnormality" of this new boss might be more profound than he had imagined.

He spoke cautiously, in a voice that was as quiet as possible, to his companions behind him: "Everyone, keep your voices down, find a place to stay, and don't make a sound."

"That's not the case."

Milan seemed to finally realize the commotion behind him. He stopped his monotonous work and turned around. Because of his long-term focus on a repetitive task, his face was expressionless. He simply glanced calmly at the group of rigid Ursus workers.

The workers shuddered in unison, as if startled by their own vivid fantasy.

"Everyone's here? I'm glad no one's missing. It seems you all managed to seize the opportunity to some extent."

"Or they caught a gold coin."

"Alright, stop overthinking. I don't have a penchant for creating drama for you guys. Leave one person here, and the rest of you can go about your business as planned. Come back here at noon, and I'll provide a meal."

Nothing is more important than real gold coins and enough to eat—Chernoberg hasn't run into trouble yet, so it's far from being like some famine-stricken region. Even if capitalists, nobles, and other dirty tricks are secretly plundering the people, it's not as scarce as the wastelands where people can't even get enough to eat.

But what kind of appetite does a burly Ursus man have?

If you could save the cost of one meal, how much more vodka could you buy in a month?

"I...I'll stay."

Seeing the hesitant expressions on the other workers' faces, Frank, who had attended high school, thought for a moment and volunteered. It was obvious that the other workers breathed a sigh of relief and cast him glances at them with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity.

After Milan waved for them to leave, the workers ran away like rabbits who had been granted a reprieve, leaving only three people in the "office that no longer felt like an office".

"grown ups."

Pavel swallowed, but having already desensitized, he maintained a somewhat resigned composure and asked, "Is there anything we need to do today?"

"Don't rush. Get ready, and I'll take you around the area and tell you about the surrounding environment and the gang ecosystem."

"As for you, Frank."

Milan looked at the relatively young Ursus man, who was undoubtedly older than Milan in both age and size, yet instinctively shrank back. Milan nodded and said, "Don't worry, I don't eat people."

"See this thing? I Lingyi (seven) is here to do a little experiment with me."

--experiment?

Seeing Milan reach out and pat the wooden door, Frank, who already had some suspicions, understood. He lowered his head slightly and walked over, honestly saying, "Sir, what do you need me to do?"

"You saw what I just did. It's very simple; I just opened and closed the door."

Milan said, "The movements don't need to be fast, but steady. Open the door, push it to the limit, then pull it back until it's closed."

"It's very simple, right? Give it a try."

He stepped back and made way for him.

A Minecraft player who can't generate electricity isn't a good player.

Even if you're not a hardcore Minecraft pro, after playing Minecraft for so many years, who wouldn't really be completely clueless about how to farm items? Right?

Milan, who couldn't sleep all night, came up with something like this: the logic of generating electricity is not particularly complicated, it's just that people rarely play games with the mindset of learning calculus; after a flash of inspiration was blocked by redstone at night, Milan racked his brains and finally figured out the reason why he couldn't sleep.

Are there items that can't be crafted without redstone?

So let's consider a different approach, even if it's purely manual... Is there any logic to farming items at different levels without using redstone?

Chapter 48·ItsMyGo

Yes brothers, yes!

Let me start with a brief introduction to Milan's works.

This is a structure that's rather shabby to call a "machine." Simply put, it's a little gadget made up of a wooden door, a puddle, an armor stand, a few restrictive blocks, and the "tripwire hook," an old friend we often see in various resource spawning mechanisms.

Many Minecraft players are certainly familiar with tripwire hooks.

It's not just because it's practically useless in the game, mostly just used to create traps with lines and throwers... but more because, starting from the classic 1.12.2 version, something took center stage for MC players to do things differently.

Ta-da! (Doraemon Dream Sound)

Line brushing machine!

Yes, please allow me to introduce you to the greatest invention in the history of Minecraft: (Please imagine the deep male voice at a product launch)

Simple to build and extremely high output, it can drain the entire village on the first day of the game, achieving emerald freedom. It is a masterpiece representing the supreme power of wealth (basic version)!

The sounds of trapdoors opening and closing, accompanied by the constant noise of running water and the popping of items, were once equated directly with the sounds of wealth!

However, in later versions, this thing was ruthlessly suppressed by the official, and the reasons behind it are regrettable; but do you think this can stop players from pushing the limits of electric power?

No, it can't!

So (not long after) the expert players developed something else – yes, a machine that could exploit a bug... no, a feature, to farm tripwire hooks – a "hook-farming machine".

...Of course, we still don't know whether Mojang's purpose in shutting down the wire-splitting machine but releasing the hook-splitting machine was to make players sell their hooks.

(Slap)

Or perhaps the purpose of these tech giants developing this thing is for their own profit.

(Slap)

They also need to sell ditch items together with a group of high-level players.

(Slap)

...Okay, enough with the brainstorming; in short, this "minimalist manual hook generator" doesn't use redstone, but it takes advantage of the characteristic of "wooden doors that can emit redstone signals when switched on and off". By suppressing the block refresh recognition state, it can make tripwire hooks pop up when the wooden door is switched on and off...

As for the specific principles?

I've already used MC features, and you're asking me about the specific principles?

The significance of this item to Milan is very clear: the crafting materials for the tripwire hook include 1 iron ingot, so in the Tinker's Construct smelting recipe, smelting the tripwire hook can yield 4 iron nuggets; this directly means that when tripwire hooks can be farmed infinitely, iron becomes an infinite resource for Milan, directly achieving iron freedom.

Sounds pretty impressive, right?

Creating something from nothing! Void Group/Teasing Shaanxi, 7% Ers's Father, is there a creation?!

But Milan's actual feeling about this is: it's not as good as a rail cleaning machine.

If it weren't for the lack of redstone, he would probably be working on a "high-frequency fully automatic rail cleaning machine" by now. At the very least, this rail cleaning machine would be automatic, high-frequency, and under heavy load, instead of him being here foolishly manually opening and closing the door.

And that's why he's having Frank try it now: Milan is busy, Milan is extremely busy, at least until he has a full set of reliable equipment, Milan feels like he doesn't have enough time, so there's no time on Earth to be struggling with a manual excavator here.

It's not that he has no confidence in the experiment at all.

Many of his conjectures had already been verified when he was with the Yeti Squad: for example, the Yeti Squad members could carry, take off, and place his torches; Minecraft charcoal thrown into a real campfire could still burn and even burn very slowly; several Ursus strongmen working together could not move that crafting table... and even the logs he cut down could be used to do some crafting on the square solid wood in the Yeti's warehouse.

Interaction is a rather broad concept.

It's not that they can't interact with Minecraft's creations, it's just that their interaction permissions are far less than their own.

"..."

No one else could know what Milan was thinking. To outsiders, he simply stood with his arms crossed, watching the scene with a blank expression. Even after a night, his menacing presence remained. Even though Frank could roughly guess that it wasn't a bad thing, he still felt a tightness in his grip.

His hands trembled slightly, but he still followed Milan's instructions strictly and imitated Milan's movements to touch the wooden door; he applied a little force, and the wooden door felt quite solid, and the resistance was greater than expected, which surprised him, a man from Ursus.

—Is this the legendary solid wood door?

Frank was secretly surprised... Well, he'd already been surprised enough, and the high-end solid wood door was no longer surprising to him.

He held his breath and exerted force with his hands. The slightly heavy wooden door still moved under the force, which relieved him. He tried his best to maintain stability and open the door as Milan had instructed.

——Click.

The door was opened to its limit.

However, the tripwire hook did not pop out.

"..."

Fran1 Mingqi Shrimp Shi Si Wu VI Ke cold sweat instantly poured down his back.

"Don't panic."

Before he could even look at Milan with despair, Milan frowned slightly, shook her head, and said, "Continue, close the door."

"Yes Yes!"

Frank nodded hastily, gritting his teeth as he changed from pushing to pulling. He felt his muscles trembling all over, except for his hands, which he dared not shake. The door clicked shut and closed normally, but the tripwire hook did not pop out. He dared not move again and subconsciously raised his hands.

"excuse me."

But Milan didn't beat him up as he expected.

He simply walked up and stared at the simple structure for a while, then reached out and opened and closed the door normally.

There was silence.

He thought for a moment, then squatted down again and opened and closed the wooden door once more.

"Snapped"

A tripwire hook with a metallic sheen sprang out.

"Oh, I got it."

Milan nodded, then turned to Frank with a blank expression and said, "Don't stand there hunched over, squat down to turn on the switch."

Frank: "...Huh?"

He returned to the spot Milan had given up, thought for a moment, squatted down, and pushed the door open forcefully once more.

"Snapped"

Another brand-new tripwire hook popped out from the crack in the door, fell to the ground, reflected a cold light, and made a crisp sound.

Frank looked at the hook, then at the unremarkable wooden door, and finally at Milan, his gaze filled with confusion and bewilderment.

It is visibly that his worldview is undergoing a silent yet earth-shattering upheaval... Whether it can be stably rebuilt is hard to say, but the worldview he once established will definitely be shattered into pieces first.

"S-Sir!"

For a moment, he even forgot how to organize his thoughts.

Milan simply raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a satisfied smile.

"Very good, it seems the experiment was a success."

Chapter 49 - Loading Map (+6)

Yes, the experiment was a great success.

Milan didn't take Frank's shocked expression to heart at all. After all, you get used to your worldview once it's been shattered enough.

For Milan, however, the significance of the experiment was no longer limited to the "tripwire hook" itself; iron was indeed a good thing, but once he found an infinite source of it, he no longer felt the urgency to do so.

He wasn't some tech mod enthusiast, so he didn't need that much iron—the tripwire hooks he made by poking at the wooden door at night were enough to keep him busy for quite some time.

The efficiency of purely manual operation in the game is considered idiotic, but in reality, it can result in an astonishing output that people wouldn't even dare to dream of... Again, the sheer scale of Minecraft is terrifying.

What he cares about is the rules themselves.

The ability to leverage rules is equivalent to authority: Milan itself certainly doesn't have this concern, but considering the need to expand its influence by leveraging its own capabilities, it cannot avoid the aspect of "cultivating and deploying the ability to share profits".

This topic actually stemmed from divergent thinking about the concept of "infinite water": the existence of infinite water indicates that the reality affected by his actions is influenced by the rules of Minecraft, which led him to focus his inspiration on "item farming" by utilizing the rules.

Similarly, since we've considered the broad nature of the act of "interaction," then in principle: being able to touch is interaction, being able to feel is interaction, so why isn't being able to "use" interaction?

Conversely, it is not the people of this world who influence his creations, but rather his creations that influence the people of this land... Does such an influence count as interaction?

He had previously conducted several related experiments: for example, the Yeti Icebreaker could barely lift his rock helmet even with all his might; and a stone axe that fell freely from his hand would exhibit the weight it should have.

So far, the biggest obstacle to Terran equipment (verb) Milan crafting equipment (noun) is still the absurd quality. So in other words, if they can move in terms of strength, does that mean that at least in this respect, Terran already has the possibility of using his creations?

Let's look at it another way: the material requirements of the inherent template of Tinkers' Construct equipment are indeed a terrifying weight when translated into reality; but the way Tinkers' Construct equipment components are made is by casting - in the game, a "mold" can hold the material of an incomplete casting, so is it possible in reality to make an export version of Tinkers' Construct equipment by reducing the amount of materials used?

If that still doesn't work—then let's take another step back. Could Milan directly produce Tinker's Construct materials, activate Tinker's Construct material attributes, and then process them using real-world processing methods beyond her abilities, to create equipment parts with built-in numerical attributes?

Solutions can always be found by people.

Seeing that Frank could also trigger the "hook-brushing" mechanism, his mind immediately started working.