Abnormal creatures' communication group

"Brother, why don't you say anything?"

Ghost: Not really

"No, I'm not comfortable with you looking at me like this. Wait a moment."

Steve took out some wooden boards and sticks out of thin air and placed them on the synthesis table. Then, a bunch of miniature notice boards were held in his hands.

"Can you put them all away?"

The young knight stuffed all of them into a storage space whose workings he had no idea about, and nodded to the man.

"Can you still put it in there?"

The little knight continued to nod.

Steve ended up making six sets of signs and stuffed them all in at once.

"Okay, that's all for now. I really don't have much material left. When you're running low, let me know and I'll give you a red envelope. This thing is very useful. Before you take it out, you can type what you want to say on it. It's the same way you type in a group chat. Just use your mind. Do you understand?"

The Knight is transformed into an emotionless nodding machine.

[Thanks]

It took out a sign in a formal manner and held it high to ensure that people could see it. It seemed to have thought of something, and after a moment's hesitation, the words on the sign changed.

[It seems that one is enough]

Steve fell silent. All his signs were disposable, and as each use went on, one less piece was left and scattered around. As a result, he forgot about it over time. He looked at the little wood he had left and forced a difficult smile.

"It's okay, this is fine. I've already given it to you, just take it." He was a little embarrassed. He felt uncomfortable no matter how he looked at people's brands, so he changed the subject quickly.

"It would be great if we could rely on the village. Building fortifications inside the village would be more effective, or even free." Steve continued talking to himself before the words on the knight's sign changed.

"I understand you're asking why I don't rely on the village. Do you think I don't want to? It's because those villagers are too stingy, so we have to rely on ourselves."

He thought with a little guilt that every time he passed by a village, he would empty the boxes, pull out all the crops, kill the iron golems, and even leave nothing behind, such as the beds, cauldrons, and crafting tables. He was simply plucking all the feathers from the passing geese, leaving nothing behind. In this situation, if the monsters were not too powerful and blocked the villagers' escape route, there would probably be some such villagers in the team chasing him now.

The faint light of the torch illuminated the two of them, who spent a sleepless night.

013 Sending the first red envelope

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Is anyone else ready for this urgent mission?

【Traveler】Have you seen my sister? : Why is the mission so troublesome?

[World Manipulator] Avid Architect: Not really, it's not a hassle at all. I was just thinking, "Isn't it just 500 points for free if I just come and help me complete the quest?" Everything's fine except that I have to spend energy to teleport and stay. And the energy-point ratio is completely off. It takes 100 energy to get one point, and I can only get 100 points per week. Why would I keep them? Right?

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : That's true, but unfortunately I'm busy here. But emergency missions don't require spending points, right?

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Yes, it's quite convenient. As long as you have a day, you can come over and take a look. The speed of time flow here is different from that in your other worlds, that's for sure. I just don't know what the speed ratio is between you.

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: Time is something that is difficult to calculate accurately, not to mention that he will slip away if you are not careful. If I could see the sun, perhaps I could catch him, but unfortunately I can't.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: ??? Ah this, ah this, ah this, um, Judge, are you coming?

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: I would like to, but unfortunately my wallet is empty and I can't even give a single bone to you.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : Take me with you, 500 points would be a waste.

Sora looked at the busy crowd, thinking of just saying hello and going on a spontaneous trip to another world. After all, that was 500 points, enough for several lucky draws. There shouldn't be any rush to defeat the Wind Demon Dragon, right?

He thought with some hesitation.

It's not his fault that he cares about points. After all, the first ability given by the system is so important. With only 160 points, he can draw a prize. Not only can he get weapons, but he can also get companions who can travel with him to other worlds. He still remembers how it was described above.

[Summoning Array: 160 points per time

Each summon grants you a three-star or higher item, and after ten summons, you'll definitely receive a four-star item. The items summoned are weapons or characters that already exist in this world. These characters exist independently, possessing the same memories as this world itself, but also possessing information about the myriad worlds, allowing them to travel with you across them.

How could I resist such a thing? I exchanged the stone for 100 points on the spot, plus the 100 points I got for uploading a sweet flower stuffed chicken in the second weekly task, and used them to draw a lottery. Although I had to convince others with reason, it was not a loss.

Just when he clicked to confirm the mission, he only got a prompt that the transmission failed.

Oh no, points can't actually be converted back into energy? Sora clutched his chest in agony, realizing he had no way to generate energy. He could only wait a while longer and collect more random objects in this world to see which ones could be converted.

【World Manipulator】Fanatical Master Architect: Brother, where are you?

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : It's okay, I can't get through, I just realized I have no energy.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: It’s no big deal, I’ll lend it to you.

Steve typed this sentence calmly with blood dripping from his heart. He thought of the signal tower base he had dismantled. He had planned to have some fun with the Wither after defeating the Ender Dragon, but something happened suddenly and he had to tear his hard work into pieces. It was for this reason that he couldn't take care of his house.

After recovering his 7×7 pyramid base, he didn't actually have that many diamonds in his hands, especially since he had no chance to mine in the past few days. But he still had enough energy to collect diamonds. If that didn't work, couldn't he still ask the ghost, the rich man, for help?

Although it is not clear how many of them there are, according to the previous system prompts, I am afraid that dozens of times will be more than enough.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : That's not necessary. I still have some big issues to deal with, and my previous feelings were just a temporary one.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: "Brother Judge, how about you? I can lend it to you, too. Just remember to return it later."

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: Thank you for your kindness, but it’s not necessary. Something happened here too. An old lady entrusted me to take care of a child. It seems that I need to move my lazy bones.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Well, it seems that each of us has something to do, so I won’t disturb you. I don’t know when the other one will wake up. After all, we are all members of the group.

Steve closed the transparent chat panel and sighed. The abilities he had obtained were really not applicable here. They were all for his use outside the world and were of no help now.

As the crisis drew closer, he only dared to take a break and catch some fish under the bright sunshine. He no longer had the leisurely and happy life of the past. After all, those life-threatening monsters could come to kill him at any time, and looking at the penetration rate of their equipment, it wouldn't be long before even daytime would be unsafe.

He had relied on his immortality to fight the opponent head-on once, but when he died, all his belongings fell off. If he had not been vigilant and quietly buried the bed, with the belongings not far from the birth point, he would probably be penniless now.

He calculated the time and estimated that it was almost dawn above. As soon as it was dawn, he would knock open the soil and pull up the ghost. He would teach people to chop some wood first, and then take them to mine. No matter what, two people would be more efficient than one.

【Traveler】Have you seen my sister? :@All members I'll send you something later.

[Have you seen my sister? I gave out a red envelope.]

[Have you seen my sister? I received a red envelope.]

[The enthusiastic architect received a red envelope]

[A skeleton received a red envelope]

[The ghost received a red envelope]

[An ordinary rich person received a red envelope]

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Great stuff, wow, brother, this is timely help. I haven't eaten fresh meat in a long time. I'm either gnawing on rotten meat, roasting potatoes, or gnawing on carrots. I'm almost turning into a rabbit.

The moment he got the red envelope, Steve opened it and found a portion of sweet flower-stuffed chicken inside.

[Judge] A bony skeleton: It looks like a great food. I think Papyrus will be happy about the gift. I can finally calm down. I finally don't have to endure pasta today.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : No thanks, no thanks, these are all very ordinary foods. I'm just doing what I can. Isn't it said that @Popular Rich People are actually responsive or not? They post random messages every day and don't come out to explain or say anything, yet they're diligent in grabbing red envelopes and didn't miss any of this.

Tony struggled tenaciously, unwilling to give up. He was now half asleep and half awake, and could clearly sense something, but he couldn't control his own actions. After all, his main body was still unconscious.

The little knight looked at the three servings of sweet flower-stuffed chicken in his hand and fell into deep thought.

It seems... it has no mouth.

014 Cutting down trees, mining, and unexpected events

There was no wind, and the grass and trees moved as if blown by something nonexistent. Schools of fish frolicked by, rippling the clear lake surface and messing up the clouds in the sky. The light refracted down, casting mottled shadows in the woods.

This is Steve's favorite light and shadow. As a pure survival building party, he firmly believes that anything can be added except light and shadow and material packs.

Even if the square building he created never changed, it would only become more abrupt and ugly against such a beautiful background. Its mere existence would destroy this unique beauty.

But Steve didn't care. He thought it was only temporary. After all, he firmly believed that as long as he kept collecting more architectural teachings, sooner or later he would become a true master of architecture. Steve shouted from the bottom of his heart: The collection will never stop, and the collection of dust will begin from now on.

He now has some free time to sit under a tree, holding a fishing rod, breathing heavily while fishing in troubled waters. It's not his fault, it's because the little knight is so useful.

When the sun just turned, he squatted under the sealed crack, opened a small hole and observed the sky in the distance. After making sure that there was no problem, he took apart the things including the torch and put them into the backpack, led the person out, and stuffed an iron axe into the person.

"Can you cut down trees?"

For fear that people wouldn't understand, he even took an axe and demonstrated it himself. Insisting on a pure philosophy, he didn't even install one-click tree-cutting or mining functions.

He used to think this was a kind of fun, but now he just felt that if he could go back to the past, he would definitely smash that idiot into the ground with a sword, cover the ground tightly with his shield, and then stab it to the side. After completing this series of operations, he could even turn around and spit as a sign of respect.

The little knight held the axe, which was almost as tall as him. His body swayed a little, and he seemed to be unstable.

Steve looked somewhat helpless, but he wasn't too disappointed. After all, they had come all the way to help him, so how could he be picky? Although there was also a method of rubbing wood by hand, that was his own specialty. Who knew if people in other worlds would break their hands from rubbing.

"If that doesn't work, you can just help me deliver some things. I see your storage space should be quite large, at least it can relieve some of the pressure of the mess."

The little knight, whose tiny body concealed a complete void, nodded, not quite understanding it, and handed the axe back to the other side with a shake. He pulled out his bone nails and chopped them down quickly.

Having learned from the last lesson, in addition to the two permanently embedded ones, it brought a Swift Chop, Solid Strength, Mark of Pride, Glory of the Nail Master, and Soul Eater. It habitually took out its all-out attitude and activated the overload.

Then, cut down the tree here.

It felt this subtle sense of disharmony was a little strange, but it had become accustomed to completing the task.

The tree fell quickly. In just a few cuts, the bottom few pieces were gone. It looked up at the part it couldn't reach and decisively went to cut down other trees.

Then Steve was surprised to see that the little knight was filled with white light, and then turned into a spinning top, clearing a large area of ​​trees in a short while.

It was as efficient and quick as a lawn mower. The only drawback was that a lot of wood was left on top, and there were still many leaves that were not dealt with. Steve's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he saw it. He could no longer control his restless hands and started chopping down the tree.

After a while, he looked at the other party's increasingly rapid speed and gave up thinking.

In this way, even if his hands were cut off, he would not be able to keep up with the progress of others. He simply found a spot where he could not see, leaned against the forest and started fishing. Maybe he could improve his meal later. As for the sweet flower stuffed chicken, he looked at the label given by the system and was reluctant to swallow it.

[Quickly restore a large amount of health in a short period of time]

He hadn't caught any fish yet when he heard a faint noise that was getting louder and louder. By the time he realized what was happening, he felt the thing he was leaning against suddenly disappear. He fell straight down, staring at the tree rings, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Brother, stop stop stop stop, it's okay, it's okay, it's really okay."

He climbed up and looked at the missing forest below, tears streaming down his face silently. He wrote down the coordinates and decided to clean up all these things after solving the problem this time. He felt so unhappy and angry, but he couldn't lose his temper. How hateful!

"When you go down to the mine later, don't dig randomly. Some ores can only be dug out with specific drafts, otherwise he won't give you anything."

He knelt down earnestly and held the person's small body, speaking sincerely, and pinched it a few times. Not to mention that it felt quite soft, which was quite good. The mask also felt smooth and a little warm.

Just when he wanted to continue poking the ghost's soft belly, he suddenly felt alert. He looked up and saw the empty expression on the man's face, and saw an endless, pure black void.

Thinking of the title of Ghost in the group, Steve silently withdrew his hand and pretended nothing happened. He subconsciously wanted to pat the man on the head again, but finally restrained himself. He just spoke in a calm tone, as if he had seen through life and death and had no desires or demands.

"Let's go down to the mine."

He started digging down on the spot, using the real man's mining method to dig two or three grids, but he felt something was wrong. In special times, even if he brought a bucket of water, it was not very safe, not to mention that there was another person with him.

With tears in his eyes, he silently widened the road by two squares and changed it to a staircase going down. Damn it, I'm sorry, I gave in, I'm not a real man anymore. The first moment the little knight jumped down, he knocked on the stone with the bone nail, and it was immediately covered with cracks. When he stopped, the cracks healed together. He always found it interesting to watch.

Steve suddenly stopped, and the little knight stopped as well. There was a lot of noise and chaos in front of him. He heard the sound of pickaxes hitting each other, the sound of mine carts running on the rails, and some messy conversation sounds.

He subconsciously made a gesture to keep quiet, then realized belatedly that the other party was not talking at all. He fumbled around and changed direction until the sound became weaker. Then he carefully knocked open the block in front of him, and a faint light shone in, but it was not from lava.

He stuck his head out and looked around. There were some complete wooden shelves, rails everywhere, boxes, and torches.

"Damn it."

From this moment on, even the underground was in turmoil.

015 How can what scholars do be called stealing?

The underground also began to bustle with activity for no apparent reason, but this bustle did not belong to the two of them. They were outsiders, outsiders who didn't fit in. They had no connection to the laughter and joy, nor to the sadness and grief, even though Steve clearly belonged to this world, had created this world.

But now he has lost the right to control the world.

Steve didn't care. He was used to doing whatever he wanted. To him, this was just a minor setback. So even though the difficulty of this world had reached the point where he had to send an emergency call for help in the chat group, he still didn't care. Instead, he thought it was a good opportunity for group members to make some money.

He can certainly be arrogant.

He killed countless Ender Dragons using countless methods until he began to get tired of it.

He once used TNT to blow up an entire village, just for fun.

He rummaged through the village, taking away every usable item, but he could throw it away at any time because his backpack was full, or he could pile it up in a box, where it would gather dust and there would be no chance of using it anymore.

He could kill the villager who traded with him at any time, just because the price he paid seemed really unscrupulous, even if the transaction was his own choice.

He can tame cats and dogs with enthusiasm and then watch them die indifferently, sigh hypocritically, and then look for a new one.

He can keep any creature, including monsters, in captivity as long as he wants and as long as he is happy.

After all, he created this world and completely controls it. Everything in this world exists only to provide him with pleasure.

Besides, all the machines in this world are running, and there is no living thing except him.