Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 676 Fang Kuai Fang Yu (Bonus chapter for Alliance Leader Ink)

Fang Yu sat slumped on the shore for an unknown amount of time, until his whole body was warmed by the sun and his strength returned a little, before he could barely prop himself up.

Looking around, the horrific scene from last night seemed like just a nightmare, but the few charred marks scattered on the shore and the suspicious wisps of fluff floating in the water reminded him that it had all really happened.

After confirming that the surroundings were safe, a thought grew stronger and stronger in his mind!

We must figure out where we are and how to survive!
He looked down at his hands, which were covered in mud and sand from crawling, and then at the neat, orderly patches of grass at his feet, like tofu cubes.

An inexplicable impulse drove him.
He crouched down and stretched out his hand towards the patch of land covered with grass at his feet.

The granular texture of the soil and the resilience of the grass are clearly felt.

He tried to clench his fist, and with the little strength he had just recovered, he slammed it down hard on the edge of the green grass block.

Tap. Tap. Tap.
His hands pounded on the clods of earth again and again, making a dull sound.

Instead of the dent he expected from punching the soil, it felt like hitting an extremely hard, inelastic block of rubber, making his finger bones go numb.

He kept pounding, once, twice, seven or eight times, and then a strange change occurred!
With a soft crack, the grassy patch that had been repeatedly struck showed cracks appearing at its edges, right before Fang Yu's astonished gaze!
Then, it jumped upwards, detached from the ground, and transformed into a fist-sized, clearly defined green cube model that floated in the air!

The green cube spun slightly in mid-air, its edges featuring a familiar pixelated style, before it suddenly landed in Fang Yu's outstretched palm!

Fang Yu instinctively reached out and caught it.

The block felt slightly heavy as it landed in my palm, carrying the damp scent of earth. It was smooth, cool, and had sharp edges and a very stable shape. It was a perfect miniature version of the "green grass block"!
For a moment, time seemed to freeze.

Fang Yu focused all his senses on the small, earthy grass cube in his hand.

Everything I saw last night—pixelated trees and sky like mosaics, slow-moving zombies with words hanging above their heads, drowned corpses that had jumped into the sea, and charred corpses burning fiercely in the sunlight.
All these bizarre, absurd, and impossible elements in reality are instantly linked together with the miniature grass cube that "falls" out of your hand according to a fixed pattern!
A name struck him like a thunderbolt from the heavens, suddenly shattering his chaotic thoughts and leaving his brain buzzing and blank!
"Dropped objects?"

"Block World".

"Zombie.Sunshine"

"Green grass cubes".

All the clues and fragments of memory collided, reassembled, and exploded in my mind!
His hands were trembling, and his heart skipped a beat.

Fang Yu suddenly raised his head, his pupils shrinking to a single point due to extreme shock.

He looked at the sky, forest, and earth composed of countless sharp-edged blocks, then looked down at the grass block in his hand that seemed like a "drop" from a video game.
"Holy shit!!!"

An unbelievable, absurd, yet perfectly explaining thought broke through all his cognitive barriers, roaring deafeningly within his rigid mind.

Almost unconsciously, in an extremely dry and distorted voice, he cried out the answer from the depths of his soul:

"This is...this is Minecraft?!"

It's hard to accept.

But we have no choice but to accept it.

Five minutes later, after accepting the absurd yet only reasonable reality that the world before him, composed of blocks and filled with malicious creatures, was Minecraft, a brief shadow of despair enveloped Fang Yu.

But the instinct for survival quickly overwhelmed the panic.

No matter what, he had to live.
Having figured everything out, he rolled up his sleeves. He was a veteran Minecraft player.

As a player, especially at the very beginning when you're unarmed, the first step is always the most basic action—chopping down trees.

Fang Yu shook his still somewhat numb arms, took a deep breath of the air, which carried the unique earthy and grassy smell of the blocky world, and fixed his gaze on the nearest oak tree, which consisted of a rough brown pillar and a blocky dark green canopy.

He walked to the tree trunk, stretched out his hands, and mimicked the action of smashing the grass block, forcefully slamming them against the hard brown block surface.

Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
The dull knocking sound echoed at the edge of the silent woods.

Contrary to expectations, there was no flying sawdust. Each impact brought a strange elasticity and a strong recoil, making his fingers and wrists ache.

The body's strength and endurance far exceeded his programmer physique, which made him feel a little strange, but he didn't have time to delve into it at the moment.

He mechanically and persistently repeated the action of "disassembling" the basic resources of this blocky world by hand.

Once, twice, three times.
After a dozen or so clicks, accompanied by a crisp "snap" sound, the thick log block bounced upwards, transforming into a small, uniformly sized, clearly textured floating wooden model, which then "whooshed" into Fang Yu's eagerly outstretched hand.

Obtained: [Oak Log] ×1
A primal sense of satisfaction welled up inside me.

Without even taking a breath, Fang Yu immediately turned around and launched an attack on another piece of oak next to him.

The tapping sound rang out again.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, his arms gradually ached, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

When he acquired the second and third logs, he knew he had the "capital" to start the business.

Fang Yu found a relatively flat grassy area and placed a piece of oak log on the ground.

Following the recipe ingrained in the bones of countless Minecraft players, he focused his mind and began to gesture in the air with his hands the steps of breaking down logs.

As the log blocks disintegrated in consciousness, new object forms began to coalesce.
Crafting: [Oak Plank] x4
He quickly arranged, combined, and fixed the newly acquired oak planks in front of him in a 2x2 shape.

A simple, square wooden workbench suddenly appeared on the grass in front of him.

"It's done!" Fang Yu's voice was hoarse with excitement.

He immediately rushed to the workbench. His next objective was clear: an axe! With a workbench, his efficiency would increase exponentially.

He took out a precious piece of log and placed it on the workbench grid, arranging it in conjunction with the wooden planks.

Synthesis: [Wooden Ax]×1
He now held a heavy wooden tool in his hand; its rough texture and sharp edges exuded a sense of power.

Fang Yu gripped the wooden axe tightly and walked into the forest once more.

This time, the efficiency was completely different! The sharp axe blade (although it was made of wood) seemed to cut into the "rules" of the log blocks more easily. The sound of the blows was still dull, but after only five or six blows, logs fell one after another and were added to his "inventory".

Arm fatigue was also greatly relieved with the help of the tool.

He transformed into a tireless logging machine, clearing an oak forest at a visible speed!

(End of this chapter)