Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

What is Big Bear doing? Check Big Bear's status.

The big guy's mouth was agape, and his eyes were wide open.

He glanced at Milan, then at the crossbow that Milan had easily handed him with one hand—the thing had been hovering above the workbench just moments before, and now the workbench still looked like that wooden stump, with nothing particularly groundbreaking about it.

He subconsciously took the crossbow, looked at his hand, and even found it hard to believe that such a thing had been handed to him.

"This...it's fixed?"

Chapter 6: What Can and Cannot Be Done

"This...it's fixed?"

Everything that just happened was too fast. To the Yeti from a third-person perspective, it looked like the crossbow flew up by itself, disassembled itself, clanged and clattered around in Milan's expression of "I'm doing something amazing with brute force," and then put itself back together.

And then... Master Mi took the hammer and pliers that he had fished out of the painting and brandished them a few times.

Then, he said, "Okay?"

—Who am I in Part 2 (VI) III? Where am I? What did I see?

This sentence perfectly encapsulates the expressions of all the Yeti members present, including Petrova... even Frostnova. Everything that had happened seemed so outrageous that even someone as aloof as her felt she couldn't hold back her emotions.

"……cough."

Milan felt a little uneasy under the gazes of the crowd—for Minecraft players, stepping into a warehouse is not much different from a mouse falling into a rice jar, so in this environment, even though he hadn't fully figured out how to use his abilities, he was confident in his ability to escape—but even so, being stared at by so many people with such expectant, even eager, eyes made him feel a chill down his spine.

"What are you standing there for? Take it back and try it! What are you looking at me for? I have the answer on my face... no, I have flowers on my face!"

"If you're not comfortable with that, just set up a target somewhere, shoot a few arrows, and you'll know."

His tone carried the air of a professional's self-assurance. Only when he almost habitually used the tone of a tutor at the beginning could he reveal a little bit of his unease about relying on cheat codes. But the others didn't care about this problem at all. They seemed to wake up from a dream, and Big Bear quickly nodded in agreement, repeatedly inspecting the old crossbow over and over again.

He couldn't understand the technical stuff, but as a crossbowman who had used it before, he at least knew what he had broken: the trigger linkage shaft, which was originally visibly bent and deformed, was now just a trace, and the jamming caused by the wear and deformation of the main string groove seemed to have disappeared as well.

He tried to pull the bowstring again, and the awkward feeling from before had largely disappeared, replaced by a smooth feeling that he had almost forgotten.

"Really, really healed... Big sister!"

The Ursus man's eyes were filled with shock and excitement, so much so that his voice changed.

Frostnova finally shifted her gaze from Milan, then glanced at Big Bear's expression before turning to the side and nodding slightly.

"Set up a target and try it out. U705.COM First Release - Ball VIII Wu Liu"

"Oh!"

At the command, the Yetis in the warehouse sprang into action. Petrova directed people to move the supports, lift the planks, and pull back the felt curtains to set up targets outside. The Yetis, which had been "peacefully staying" in the surrounding tents, were also startled, and one by one, various bear-eared heads emerged from the gaps.

Big Bear took a deep breath 6 (six) I device~!2 玐似司巴. U705.COM First release.

He reloaded the crossbow, his movements slow but skillful, performed with utmost care, without a single lag due to equipment malfunction; the somewhat worn Ursus crossbow bolt was nocked, he aimed, and held his breath.

Boom!

call out--

"Boom"

The target was twenty paces away. The crossbow bolt hit the target accurately, the arrowhead embedded in the wooden surface, and the fletching was still trembling slightly.

"it is good!"

The unsuspecting yetis, unaware of the situation, thought there was some excitement to watch. They didn't find the bear shooting arrows particularly strange, but they were startled by a cheer from the yetis on duty in the storeroom. The excited bear then looked at Frostnova, and seeing that the yetis princess's expression had thawed slightly and she was nodding in approval, he excitedly grabbed the crossbow bolt again.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

With three arrows in quick succession, he was no longer as cautious as before. The change in the crossbow's smooth winding and crisp firing immediately became apparent; there was no longer the damned misalignment and jamming, the blade travel was clear, and the bowstring rebounded powerfully—although the crossbow itself was still old, at least its core functions could be absolutely confirmed to have been restored to a level where it could work normally.

"Amazing, this is truly amazing!"

Big Bear held up the crossbow and examined it for a long time, then became so excited that he almost rambled on: "Before, I had to struggle with this thing to shoot three or five arrows. It's been so long since I've felt this smooth... Master Milan, you're the best (thumbs up)!"

"...Oh right, Big Bear's crossbow has been broken for a while, did he switch to infantry?"

"Is his thing fixed?"

The onlookers, belatedly realizing what had happened, and after a few members who knew the situation chimed in, they understood the inside story. Their gazes toward Milan changed instantly: if her performance in the tent was "somewhat capable," and her display in the warehouse was more "incomprehensible but deeply impressive," then this tangible restoration was something these pragmatic yeti, who had been terrified of poverty, could truly understand.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh!" (This is a nonsensical string of characters and symbols, likely a result of OCR errors.)

The Ursus bear cubs cheered excitedly.

Milan... Milan maintained a calm and composed expression on his face, but inwardly he rolled his eyes.

—You might not believe it… but I know nothing about crossbow repair! And just looking at its structure and materials, that thing isn't something you can fix by hand!

Milan was completely clueless about mechanical structure design, internal structure, and stress distribution. He simply forced the "abnormal" parts highlighted by the ability back into their standard positions. The workbench was a great help in this process. Even without ability interaction, it had the function of a complete "universal hand tool," allowing him to easily disassemble and reassemble the entire crossbow.

Twisted and deformed parts are hammered back to their original shape, loose moving parts are pushed back to their calibration position and jammed, and tolerances caused by wear are manually moved back.

This isn't a repair; it's a miracle of sheer brute force.

"Alright, alright, that's enough with the excitement. As a craftsman, I need to make this clear first: don't get too excited."

His voice quieted the noisy scene. Under the gaze of the Yetis, Milan cleared his throat and said, "Due to the limited conditions, all I can do is some emergency measures; forcibly correcting the deformation and reinforcing the loose parts can indeed temporarily restore the shooting function."

"but!"

Milan clapped his hands.

"Metal fatigue, internal stress concentration, and wear of key structures are still problems. Right now, it can only be described as superficially good... well, not really that good, but I can't make up for the lack of strength."

It was clearly visible to the naked eye that question marks seemed to appear above the heads of all the bear cubs.

"...Simply put, it works now, but it's like a stick that's been forcibly straightened; it might be full of cracks inside and could break at any time. Unless absolutely necessary, I still don't recommend using it in combat."

"do you understand?"

Chapter 7: A Day with the Yeti

Milan's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the passion that had just been ignited.

The Yetis looked at each other in bewilderment... but after a brief pause, they were not disappointed as Milan had expected; instead, they all burst into laughter.

"What kind of problem is that?"

"Everyone knows that something that works is better than nothing."

"Big Bear, shouldn't you treat your master to a drink?"

The Yeti members' playful antics made Milan realize that, having struggled on the edge of resource scarcity for years, they understood the meaning of "limited conditions" far better than he did. To be able to revive a nearly scrapped piece of high-tech equipment to a usable state was unimaginable to them, let alone something they could comprehend.

As for potential risks?

What are infected people in the wilderness afraid of?

Here's a really funny joke: the lifespan of a person who uses a crossbow isn't necessarily longer than the crossbow itself.

"I understand, don't worry, Master Milan. I know the rules. You've explained it clearly. I'll take care of the rest myself!"

Big Bear nodded vigorously, then hugged the crossbow to his chest as if afraid it would grow wings and fly away: "It's better to have something to use than nothing, right? Don't worry about how to use it, I'll definitely pay attention!"

Petrova also stepped forward and gave Milan a solemn bow, which, while perhaps not entirely proper, clearly showed her utmost respect.

“Mr. Milan, we have witnessed your abilities firsthand, and we will remember this kindness.”

Her gaze shifted to Froststar, who remained aloof, though her tone had lost some of its detachment.

"The Yeti approves that you can ask for any tools or materials you need in the camp, and Vasily will prioritize assisting you; don't worry, as long as you are here, the Yeti will protect your safety."

She turned and left, and only after turning around did she manage a slight upturn of her lips.

—It seems like I've really struck gold... Heh, I hope Kannot knows what kind of treasure he casually gave away, or he'll regret it so much his tentacles turn blue.

She felt a rare, slight sense of schadenfreude.

Time slipped by unnoticed.

After that, apart from the Yetis suddenly becoming friendly, nothing else happened during the night; Milan wasn't in a hurry either, he had a lot of tasks planned for him, such as figuring out material utilization, the extra functions that Minecraft function blocks have when made real, and the basic tools of the Tinkers' Construct mod...

Even the most versatile source of fire on this land, "Originium," requires him to invest time and effort in its study—this is the foundation upon which he stands, and he must not forget about it.

However, on the one hand, for him who has already gained the Yeti's initial approval, time has not yet become a source of pressure; and on the other hand...

"..."

Starting the next morning, Milan officially began his life at the Yeti camp; food is the first step in getting to know a new environment and a new group, and if that's the case... then for him, this start was indeed a bit difficult to adapt to.

The Yeti Squad's meals are perhaps the most accurate reflection of the lives of the lower classes in Ursus: according to Milan, their staple food is sourdough bread made from red wheat, which is dark brown in color and coarse in texture. It is fermented using a less-than-ideal process and has a lingering, strange sour smell.

The soup pot was bubbling with a mixture of rye, oats, and some random hardy wild vegetables, served with roasted potatoes... well, roasted potatoes, which was perhaps the only food that Milan could resist instinctively.

Perhaps it was out of respect for the craftsmen.

The yeti distributing the food deliberately saved a piece of meat for Milan. It was some kind of meat, I don't know what it was, it looked like refried jerky, and didn't seem like the kind of good stuff that would often be distributed; but…

Milan managed to eat some roasted potatoes and sourdough bread with the vegetable soup, which was the main source of salt, and his anxiety subsided: he sighed – such ordinary food was hard to bear.

He could clearly sense that these ordinary foods were not very effective at replenishing his energy. Although Steve's walking activity was not particularly strenuous, as a routine activity, these foods provided very little to his satiety level in the lower left corner. If he ate freely, he would probably have to expend a lot of energy to fill up a whole chicken leg icon.

Since he transmigrated to the present, he has indeed lost a whole chicken leg.

He does indeed have a bit of a "measurement bar obsession".

But that didn't stop him from thinking that the deal wasn't worth it after a little consideration: as the old saying goes, I've never heard of a Minecraft player dying from survival.

He always finds a way to solve things himself, so there's no need to rush.

"Not to your liking?"

Vasily, the Yeti warehouse manager who was serving the food, looked at the food in Milan with some surprise.

"It's nothing, I can't eat any more right now, let's leave these for those who need them more."

Milan shook his head and pushed the piece of roast meat and the remaining slices of sourdough bread back to Vasily. The Yeti youth paused for a moment, looked at the rare piece of meat and the food that was precious to them, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and finally said nothing, silently accepting it.

—Cannot left before dawn, saying he was rushing to another business deal, which meant he really left himself and the infected child with the Yeti.

—That child… or rather, little Lupo, is in a condition that’s not great, but not terrible either. She’s currently being cared for by the Yeti’s medical support staff.

While it was called "taking care of," the Yeti had only learned some emergency first aid techniques and some folk remedies for Oripathy from long-term illness.

As for the girl's identity... the news came out during a casual chat over dinner. Milan inquired about some basic facts about Terra, and the Yeti, who was chatting with him, naturally asked him about it as well.

"I don't know him."

Milan shrugged: "She was already there when I woke up in the Cannon 2 Bell 2 Suspicion-Linpah.

Even though the bitter cold didn't seem to affect Milan much, he still accepted the shawl that resembled a Yeti squad uniform, with a heavy fur cloak covering his head and body. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought the Yeti squad had a new recruit.

—You're the Yeti Block Crafter, right?

Thinking this made him laugh at himself.

Breakfast time was short, and soon the Yeti squad, which had a military-like style of operation, began to break camp; Milan was assigned to work with the supplies manager, responsible for looking after several pack animals and hunting dog carts pulling heavy supplies.

Accompanying him was one of the Yetis who had been watching the commotion last night. His tongue-twisting name should be Grisha, a curious young man from Ursus.

"Hey, Master Milan!"

While calling out to the pack animals, Grisha couldn't help but lean closer and say, "Yesterday, yesterday that wooden stump... the one you just took back."

"I saw you use that thing to fix Big Bear's crossbow, amazing! Can I touch it? What kind of treasure is it?"

Chapter 8: The Initial Planning

—It's your brother's precious food item!

Milan was somewhat speechless.

He knew, of course, that this referred to his workbench, and there was a reason he brought it up: after tinkering with it last night, he was finally able to go to sleep in peace and quiet, and then he simply left the thing in the Yeti's storeroom.

Milan is very confident.

Because from the moment he created it, he knew that only he, as a block person, could use it. It's hard to say whether other people are considered neutral mobs or villagers in the Minecraft rules, but none of them have the same "permission" to interact with it as he does.

To them, it was like a heavy, solid block of wood with strange patterns on its surface—the interactive synthesis function was unusable, and even the real-world operation functions couldn't be triggered.

Well, he didn't grant anyone the "permission to use the crafting table" permission either. I wonder if it's because in Minecraft, the crafting table isn't a job change block that can grant NPC villagers "jobs"... Hmm, I'll have to find an opportunity to try that later.

And for this item to fall from his inventory to the ground is considered a standard action.

In the rules of Minecraft, this is called "placement".

Speaking of which, this thing is made of wood, and the material used is exactly equivalent to one cubic meter of wood, so the weight is exactly seven hundred kilograms; the Yeti Squad kids are quite polite, or rather, very well-behaved in a sense.

They stared at this thing with longing eyes all night, but none of them actually tried to tinker with it.