Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

But a problem arose when it was time to pack up the warehouse and load the trucks in the morning: the wooden blocks that looked like they had been thrown directly to the ground by Milan were too heavy for these strong men of Ursus blood to lift, even with all their might.

As we all know, being able to hit 700 kilograms and being able to lift 700 kilograms are two completely different concepts.

In the end, Milan had to come over and break the block with his bare hands to bring the thing back to its miniature form and put it back in his inventory.

"How can I explain it to you... To put it simply, don't ask, the answer is Originium Arts."

Milan was somewhat helpless, and Grisha and the other Yeti members who had secretly pricked up their bear ears also showed expressions of disappointment—but their disappointment didn't last long, since Originium Arts were truly illogical.

The group of young men quickly perked up and eagerly inquired about Milan's cooking skills. Milan gave them casual replies, but his mind was elsewhere. He observed his surroundings, pondered for a moment, and tentatively asked, "Grisha, I have a question for you."

"Well, I know we're a group of infected people. I don't have any problem with being infected. After all, we don't have the means to confirm it right now, but I probably can't escape it either."

Well, that's a lie—let alone Oripathy, he's practically a blocky transmigrator now, so it's hard to say whether he even has the ability to get infected.

"I know we're in Ursus... I seem to remember Ursus's policies towards the infected aren't very friendly. Where are we headed?"

Grisha's smile faded slightly. He scratched his head and said somewhat awkwardly, "Well... Master Milan, haven't you heard of our Yeti Squad before?"

"No."

Milan, adhering to her "Colombian survivor" persona, shook her head: "Is there a problem?"

"Then it's not appropriate for me to say that."

Grisha said, "You'd better ask your older sister for specifics. I don't know what's appropriate either, and I'm afraid I'll get beaten up if I say the wrong thing."

—Just for those two sentences you said, if I were Frostnova, I'd have someone beat you up too.

Milan rolled his eyes, but he knew exactly what was going on: In October 1096, as he could have guessed, the storm in Chernobog was brewing, and this was most likely the part of the preparations that was heading towards that unfortunate city that was marked as the starting point of the story.

At the beginning of the story, the Yeti team and the organization they belonged to were considered opposing factions—Milan remembers this particularly well.

—The story begins at the end of December 1096. Considering that the infected lack transportation channels and can only rely on walking, and the preparations made by this camp before the other side's perspective begins, they probably arrived at the target's vicinity and began infiltration about 12 months ago.

So, if you want to do something...

Or rather, it's easy to remain aloof, but if you want to do something for the Yeti team and the story that follows—whether it's for your own nostalgia for the game or simply your basic likes and dislikes about "right and wrong"—can you give yourself at most two months to prepare?

"Let's change the subject."

Milan asked, "During our march, did we have scouts specifically tasked with exploring the route? Also, in preparation for our next encampment, have we arranged for people to collect resources along the way?"

When the news reached Froststar's ears, Milan was not surprised.

During the short midday break, Frostnova appeared next to the supply team; the Yetis sitting on the ground all stood up, but she just shook her head and walked straight to Milan on the cart.

"Master craftsman."

Her voice was calm: "The Yeti have accepted you, so they won't easily abandon their companions. There's no need for them to constantly think about proving their worth. We're not the heartless overseers of Ursus."

She seemed to think that Milan's questions stemmed from her anxiety about being forced into a new environment and feeling out of place with the group.

Milan shook his head.

"Thank you, Miss Frostnova. I understand the Yeti's kindness, but it was actually more out of my own considerations."

“I can’t just consume your resources without feeling at ease, especially since I’m consuming a considerable amount… Even just to put my mind at ease, I want to try to do something.”

"Your skills are evident to all."

Froststar shook her head. Her height, including her rabbit ears, made her appear no smaller than Milan. Her gray eyes scrutinized Milan: "There's no reason to blame the craftsman for the materials he used. You don't need to consider compensation."

"Then let it be that I'm just habitually worried."

Milan turned to the side, gesturing to the Yeti Squad's belongings, which could hardly be described as luxurious, and shrugged.

"……what ever."

Froststar paused for a moment, then exhaled only a small puff of white mist before turning and leaving without saying another word.

However, the marching route quietly changed in the afternoon—the troops did not stop as usual when it was getting dark, but found a small woodland while the sun was still high in the sky.

The Yeti team quickly found a place to set up camp.

This time, Milan wasn't assigned to organize supplies or set up tents—because Petrova brought two young Yeti members to him first.

"Master craftsman."

Petrova nodded in acknowledgment, then said, "My elder sister instructed that you can go and take a look at this forest. Vasya and Igor will be responsible for your safety."

"Don't come back too late."

Chapter 9 · MC-style Logging

The Yeti team's camp quickly spread out at the edge of the forest.

With their military bearing, they moved with practiced ease: tent frames were erected one by one in the secondary forest, sentries blended into the shadows, and search teams dispersed into the surrounding area to look for usable firewood and edible wild game.

Meanwhile, the logistics personnel had already dug a fire pit and lit a bonfire... Not freshly cut timber can be used directly as wood. The several hundred kilograms consumed by Milan were not negligible for the team, and they were just taking this opportunity to replenish their supplies.

As for Milan—after Petrova gave the signal, he led the two young Yetis, Vasya and Igor, into the woodland they had finally come to see.

Finally.

His emotions were undeniably intense: even after figuring out that the cheat came from Minecraft, and despite his confidence and self-assurance, he still felt a surge of excitement upon finally seeing the forest.

What is a forest?

The instincts of the cube-like beings surged powerfully, dramatically, and explosively within their blood!

/Q*un玖霖。 VIsiVI起baII吧That's wood! It's a resource! It's the promised land for Minecraft players!

"That kid Grisha said you can conjure treasures out of wood?"

Just as Milan was taking a deep breath while gazing at the layered shadows of the forest, Vasya, who had been assigned to accompany him, asked curiously, "Are you going to cut down trees? We brought an axe. What do you think we should do?"

He patted the rough but sturdy logging axe at his waist and said, "We two brothers are prepared for anything."

"Thanks, but no need for now."

The ground in this forest was dry, and it was hard to say that the air had any fresh smell other than dust, but Milan didn't care. He stretched his shoulders, walked to a tree that looked fairly standard, and looked it up and down.

—Hmm, it really isn't an oak tree, or rather, thinking of an oak tree in this location is indeed a bit of a pipe dream…

It must be said that this is a cold-climate forest environment, and the tree species here are mainly needle-leaved pines. The trees are quite far apart, making them look sparse and somewhat shabby.

Thinking of this, he smiled to himself, shook his head, and stretched out his hands.

"?"

Vasya and Igor exchanged bewildered glances, not understanding what Milan seemed to be trying to do: he was both thinking and laughing strangely, and he looked like he was about to do something with his bare hands... Bare hands? What could he possibly do?

--boom.

The next moment they learned what they could do with their bare hands.

Milan lightly clenched his fist and began to hammer the tree trunk with a light touch, producing dull "bang bang bang" sounds; the movement was not powerful, nor did it look like he intended to break the tree trunk—yet with the hammering of his bare hands, visible cracks appeared on the surface of the tree trunk, spreading like a spider web!

"what?"

"What is this!"

The two gasped in surprise.

Milan's actions did not stop.

Not far from what he had expected—he examined the spectacle he had created while continuing his work; the cracks continued to spread unhurriedly, expanding outwards from the point where he touched the tree, quickly covering a meter or so of the trunk…

No, it's even bigger than that! The cracks continued to spread, until they reached a considerable area around the cylindrical trunk before making a "whoosh" sound—the wooden cylindrical trunk, which was more than a meter high and less than a meter wide in the horizontal direction, was transformed into a neat one-meter square wooden block, which abruptly sprang out of the trunk.

Then, as if drawn by some invisible force, it entered Milan's body.

As for the upper half of the tree trunk that it originally supported... the entire canopy, along with the branches and leaves, was eerily suspended in mid-air.

It was as if all of this happened so suddenly that the tree itself didn't have time to react.

"..."

However, compared to the tree, Vasya and Igor seemed more like the ones who hadn't reacted yet—they couldn't react either: as members of the Yetis and members of a higher-level Infected organization to which the Yeti squad belonged, they were not unfamiliar with Originium Arts.

But I've never seen anything like this before, so unreasonable, so utterly incomprehensible.

—What is this?!

Without prior arrangement, both of them wore the same expression.

Milan ignored their shock and chuckled as he looked at the classic floating blocks in Minecraft: as everyone knows, Minecraft is not under Lord Cow's control, and he had long anticipated this possibility, but even so, it still did not stop him from seeing such an absurd scene for the first time "in reality".

The first piece of wood he collected had already been neatly stored in his inventory.

He placed his palm on the floating section of the tree trunk, seemingly unaware that he "had nothing below him"... and raised an eyebrow.

— Twenty seconds.

Just like before, he also sensed some information from his ability at this moment: for Milan, this MC ability was like a system without an instruction manual. Only when he actually encountered and triggered a certain mechanism would it give him an explanatory tag. Just like now, after triggering the floating block, the reason why this thing was floating also appeared in his mind at the same time.

—The rules of MC are not entirely compatible with the rules of reality, nor do they have absolute priority; Milan itself is the holder of MC ability, that is, the carrier through which MC rules extend outward.

His touches, interferences, and creations are all equivalent to varying degrees of using MC rules to cover reality; however, limited by his own size, the rules extended from him may not necessarily permanently cover reality.

For example, environmental effects like floating blocks... if no further intervention or correction is applied, the time they can be maintained in reality is approximately [a certain duration].

20 seconds.

"I see, I probably understand."

Milan, lost in thought, applied a slight force to the floating, broken tree trunk. This action was insignificant, but subjectively, it meant that he was denying support for the rules of this "phenomenon"—thus, the temporarily covered rules returned to the laws of physics, and the unsupported tree trunk, following the push, fell to the ground with a dull thud.

—Furthermore, when it comes to resource collection, will the volume definition be prioritized?

Milan bent down, lost in thought, and continued to tap the fallen tree trunk. She saw that the higher up the trunk went, the thinner it became, with branches branching out in the middle. These branches were also within the range of the cracks that had spread during the "timber harvesting" process, and were integrated into the wood along with the falling wood blocks.

As for the leaves that were originally attached to the branches, they lost their material support in an instant and fell down, covering the ground in a whole layer.

—As is well known, the wood and leaves of the MC tree are two different substances.

Milan's eyes flickered: "And, MC's leaves, will fall as saplings."

Chapter 10 0俬溜柒VIII鸸 (8) · Rule Influence

Pine Logs (Level 1 Tool/Ranged Strike/Armor Material)

This point no longer needs further attention; Milan has already fully realized that his MC build includes Tinkerer's Soul.

Pine saplings

Sustainable development is always important, especially now that we are in the real Terra, not the game Minecraft where resources are endless and readily available; Milan took a sapling from his inventory, flicked it casually, and the sapling stuck directly into the ground.

This is how we plant saplings in Minecraft. Don't ask, that's how the code is written.

As for anything else, there's the item he's holding in his hand, which is difficult to define as a whole but has already been identified.

Pine needles (incomplete)

Milan raised an eyebrow.

He could sense that the biggest obstacle preventing him from running wild wasn't anything else, but the Yeti Squad's limited resources and hunger problem; in Minecraft, hunger has far more uses than just restoring health—running, jumping, swimming, and destroying blocks to collect resources all cause the "hunger level" count to rise, which in turn causes hunger to fall.

The mechanism that "simply walking and standing still does not consume satiety" seems to be working properly, so he does not feel hungry even if he does not eat much; however, the consumption of "analysis" type operations, such as uploading certain real-world objects to his Minecraft database with himself as the sensor, is more noticeable.

He had an idea.

"Hey!"

The previous workbench was still in the Yeti Squad's warehouse, so Milan simply combined another one on the spot and placed it there. Under the continued astonished gazes of Vasya and Igor, he took out the freshly harvested pine wood and worked on it for a while.

[Pine logs = pine wood m ((a) Lingqi 8 fin is wu VGI board = plank = stick = pickaxe]

—As everyone knows, a wooden pickaxe only has three durability points.

Three planks and two sticks were combined on the workbench to create a pixelated wooden pickaxe, and Milan's lips curled into a smile that only Minecraft players would understand.

This is probably the first time we've met in real life.

He reached out and touched the handle of the wooden pickaxe, his smile pausing slightly.

—Tag: First time equipping a Molten Core tool in the main hand, triggering the entry "Asymmetric Matter Driven"

No, what does "asymmetric matter-driven" mean?

He paused for a moment, and the information was immediately recognized in his mind: the player character's "strength" attribute does not follow the conventional material logic, but is based on the force output of changes in weight; and the "non-authoritative mass" of MC products is regarded as the total weight of materials that are conserved in real matter.

How should we understand this statement?

Unlike Milan's previous joking imaginings: synthesizing a crossbow would consume 2,200 kilograms of resources. On the one hand, he felt that the material might just disappear into thin air after being synthesized. On the other hand, he wondered, even if it could be synthesized, who would use a crossbow weighing 2,200 kilograms?

Isn't this a joke?