I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Showing off is human nature.

The great geneticist Ian Forbes noted it in "The Selfish Gene."

"The desire to show off is a primal instinct of genes."

Even God can't avoid this.

Otherwise, why would the Jade Emperor boast about ascending the throne after 1750 tribulations?

Why would God boast about creating the world in seven days and blessing all living beings?

Therefore, humanity's desire to show off is a life instinct.

However, Ian has shown off enough today.

Moreover, facing the Blackwater City citizens who have experienced massive miracles, showing off won't have much effect.

According to the "Stimulus Upper Limit Theory of Showing Off," even if Ian chopped off the heads of the Seven Demon Lords and threw them in front of them now.

The Blackwater City citizens would probably just shout "Dawn God's might!" and happily prepare for the celebration.

Showing off is also about playing the long game.

…

Ian has already planned to prepare for the large-scale construction of Blackwater City, so he can't single-mindedly bring everyone into the MC world for development.

Markov and the others will go for training in the afternoon after recruiting the army.

Leyar needs to find old Matthew to arrange the chicken farm, and also survey Blackwater City for Ian to prepare for the subsequent large-scale construction.

So, after lunch, Ian took Lesia and other maids back to the Dawn Holy City under construction in the MC world.

He must create the iron farm in the remaining time today.

Only by creating the iron farm can the construction of Blackwater City and Dawn Holy City embark on a truly high-speed path.

He instructed Lesia and the others to continue farming threads, exchanging emeralds, and trading with villagers.

Lesia and the others don't seem to mind this monotonous and repetitive work.

Perhaps it's because they feel happy as long as they stay in the Dawn Heaven in their hearts.

Of course, Ian believes even more that it's women's innate desire to shop that's at play.

Exchanging resources with villagers, isn't that just shopping?

Especially with endless threads to exchange for emeralds, it's like a life simulator with unlimited money.

Everyone has a god-like system with one-click full-level wealth, where spending money gets rewards.

Anyway, Lesia and the others never get tired of this kind of work that Ian gets bored of after a day.

Ian then went to the villager breeding center, took a few high-quality biological batteries, and walked towards the boundary of the Dawn Holy City planning area.

The construction of the iron farm must not be too close to the village, or areas with a large number of villagers and beds gathered.

Otherwise, it will affect the birth of iron golems.

Ian guessed that the previous failures were all due to this reason.

So a few days ago, he specifically moved the location of the villager breeding center to the particularly distant east.

Standing on a clearing in the far west, it is already thousands of blocks away from the villager breeding center, which is probably enough.

The detailed construction process of the iron farm was already well-known before Ian transmigrated.

Although the structure is not the same, the principle used is consistent overall.

With a sufficient base of villagers, placing beds triggers the code in the underlying logic of the MC world that this is a village.

Putting zombies and other monsters that pose a threat to the villagers makes the villagers feel fear, triggering the code to summon iron golems.

An iron golem dies, and a second iron golem is born.

So on and so forth…

It sounds simple, but it's actually quite difficult to do.

According to incomplete records, Ian has failed more than a dozen times in the past few days.

After reviewing the various reasons for his failure, Ian finally started construction after a while.

First, dig a 3 × 3 × 7 deep pit, and expand a 2 × 3 × 3 activity space forward at the bottom of the pit.

Place two half-bricks and a trapdoor at the second grid height in front.

Place the bed, the head of the bed must face forward.

Then continue to expand two grids of space inward.

After expanding the space, you have to put a boat in a designated position to ensure that the zombies here will not run around and attack the villagers.

Next, dig out the passage, return to the ground, and select the area to plan the generation of iron golems.

This step is also a step where Ian always fails.

Ian seemed particularly cautious, placing a block and then standing still to think about whether the distance was appropriate.

Often in the end, Ian would shake his head and knock off the block, re-selecting the area.

Repeatedly, until two hours later, a decent-looking iron farm was finally completed.

But when Ian let the villagers and zombies take their places and saw the iron golem being born on the edge of the generation area, Ian knew that he had failed again.

Sighing, Ian was not discouraged. After failing for so many days, he didn't plan to succeed in one fell swoop this time.

Build a block on the spot to a sufficient height, and take out a bow and arrow to grind the iron golem to death.

The hardworking old farmer Ian picked up the shovel and pickaxe again and buried his head in digging.

An afternoon passed by in Ian's repeated construction of the iron farm and repeated failures.

In the eyes of Lesia and others, Ian would drill into the ground from time to time, and then build blocks to the sky to kill iron golems from time to time.

Until the sun set in the west, Lesia called Ian to eat, and Ian was still being a successful mother.

If Ian didn't go out, Lesia and the others were happy to stay in the MC world all the time, even if it was just simple shopping and exchange work, they enjoyed it.

In the Roderick Continent, they can't experience the current sturdy physique and magical methods.

The latest novels are first published!

If Ian didn't repeatedly say something like "Games and reality can't be confused."

Lesia and the others would love to stay in the MC world forever.

Although there are many monsters in the MC world, compared to the Roderick Continent, it is really a paradise.

Looking back at Ian, no one disturbed him, and he wholeheartedly cultivated the iron farm.

From the high sun to the setting sun, and then to the silent night, the roars of monsters appeared in the wilderness outside the Dawn Holy City.

Finally, after failing four or five times in a row, Ian overturned everything and started over.

Running back into the house in the face of Lesia and others' doubtful eyes, after a long time, he ran out excitedly with a notebook in his arms.

In the perception of Lesia and others, Ian is still repeating actions that can be described as stereotyped.

But this time, Ian has completely abandoned dogmatism.

Forgetting the iron farm template he remembered in his mind, according to the principles of villager, zombie, and iron golem refresh he mastered.

Using his own understanding, he planned a brand-new, huge building that was completely different from the standard iron farm.

"Sister Lesia."

Freyne ran to Lesia's side with a notebook in her arms, and lowered her voice:

"I just got close to Young Master Ian and listened for a while. Young Master Ian seems to be crazy. He keeps muttering something about reforming, using the past for the present."

Speaking, Freyne's little face was full of worry.

"Seeing our Dawn Church prospering, what if something happens to Young Master Ian!"

Lesia straightened her waist and glanced at Ian in the distance with some suspicion.

The latter at this time was stacking blocks more than ten meters high, looking up at the moonlight with his hands behind his back, and faintly could see a pious look on his face muttering something.

Lesia pursed her lips.

"Wouldn't it?"

"What if!"

Freyne looked serious.

"Young Master Ian said, 'It's better to be safe than sorry!'"

Lesia was silent, her eyes flickering, and after a while, she didn't know what she thought of.

A delicate pretty face turned red, and her eyes were erratic.

"Freyne, what you said makes sense! Young Master Ian is the last bloodline of the Forbes family! If something happens, the Forbes family will be without descendants, and we will have no face to face the old master!"

"So…"

Lesia paused, her expression awe-inspiring, revealing a morbid excitement.

Wielding the shovel, she said excitedly:

"While Young Master Ian is still energetic! Let me continue the offspring for the great Forbes family!"

"? ? ?"

Freyne looked at Lesia, who wanted to rush over and knock down Ian, with a dazed expression.

"Sister Lesia, I didn't mean that…"

"Let me give birth to a new dawn for the great Dawn Church! Young Master Ian! I'm coming!"

Lesia's infatuated smile became even more chilling, and she shook off her maid skirt and rushed towards Ian.

But before she could reach Ian, a crazy shout suddenly came from Ian's direction.

This shout immediately scared Lesia and she fell.

"Haha!"

"Teacher, I did it!!!"