Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

"...That's a promise that sounds really valuable."

His voice was a little dry after a brief silence, but it quickly returned to its usual tone: "Then I'll wait with anticipation... By the way, my friend, this land is vast, won't you really consider my suggestion? A good craftsman can create more value in the right team. Chernobog, what's it about that place that attracts you..."

"Or did you hear some rumors from the guerrillas?"

Milan shook his head, his gaze fixed on the desolate landscape rushing past the window, as if answering Cannot, or perhaps saying to himself: "Rumors are hard to believe, but... I need some time to figure things out."

"Since you've said that..."

Cannot shrugged, deciding not to press the matter further and stopping there; the car fell silent again, with only the roar of the engine and the sound of the wheels crushing clods of earth.

Milan closed his eyes again, and the information from his game memories gradually became clear in his mind:

Going directly from Ursus to Rhodes Island is impractical. Not to mention whether Kannot would accept this long-distance trip, Rhodes Island is also not suitable at this time of year.

But Chernobog is different—the game characters from the past have become real people he knows, so the original script of the game is no longer just a matter of "nostalgia" and "regret" for Milan; perhaps some things are already too late at this point, but...

There were no "buts," Milan simply felt: the stage has already been set up, wouldn't it be a waste not to do something about it?

—Let's bring a little bit of craftsmanship to this land!

Chapter 34 - Not Very Friendly

　 The tedious journey lasted for quite some time.

At least from Milan's perspective, it's been quite a long time.

As a reclusive individual who could focus his energy on coding, he had little concept of cars and speed before transmigrating; out of a bit of nostalgia for the game character, he did take a few naps in Kannot's car.

Yes, a subtle, almost imperceptible level of defensiveness.

Fortunately for everyone, Cannot did not betray Milan's trust; at least aside from being a shady businessman, he did not engage in any other dirty tricks.

And... when Milan and the sun opened their eyes together, even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but hold his breath.

Chernobog.

—Speaking of the concept of "huge things"...has anyone ever traveled on a ship?

Milan is not someone who travels frequently. If he had to pinpoint the concept of "huge," he would go back to a short coastal cruise he took before the end of his holiday. He still remembers the sheer awe he felt when he first saw such a tall thing and even boarded the ship from the side.

He looked up at the faces peeking out from the railing at the edge of the deck, as if he were seeing the ancient city walls of his hometown.

Let me give you some simple data:

The small passenger cruise ship is 55.6 meters long, 8.8 meters wide, and has 3 floors, with a passenger capacity of 100 people.

The luxury river cruise ship is 136 meters long, 19.6 meters wide, and has 6 floors, with a passenger capacity of 350 people.

The Ford-class aircraft carrier is 333 meters long and 78 meters wide including the flight deck, with a crew of around 2000... This is the number of staff as a warship, not the number of personnel it can carry.

These can all be described as "the most colossal behemoths that mankind can create"—in fact, aircraft carriers themselves were once nicknamed "floating cities" due to their ocean-going capabilities and rich internal functions.

So when players in the game Arknights learn that their "ship," the Rhodes Island, is 655 meters long, 315 meters wide, and 197.5 meters high, they find it quite amusing.

And when a "mobile city," which was previously just a background setting in games but is now a real, literal physical reality, appears before our eyes...

Milan has a feeling similar to military training, where you hike from the city to the Qinling Mountains and watch the peaks gradually approach... No, it's much more exciting than mountains, because no matter how you look at it.

This thing, *all earthly profanities*, is a man-made structure!

At that moment, Milan became acutely aware of his lack of culture, because for a moment he felt that only one word remained in his mind: ( )

Fill in the blanks with the correct words (2 points).

"What, is this your first time here?"

Seeing the barely concealed trembling in Milan's usually calm eyes, Kannot's voice carried amusement and his usual cheerfulness as he said, "A well-known large mobile city in eastern Ursus, although it is not as prosperous as it was in its heyday with more than thirty plots of land in recent years, it is still a pillar industrial city in the east."

"Isn't it interesting?"

Is this something that should be described as "interesting"?

Chernobog.

Milan was the first mobile city I actually saw in Terra.

It is not a fixed building in the traditional sense, but a colossal object built on a giant mobile platform, where steel and concrete grow together; from a distance, it is even difficult to describe it as a "mechanical behemoth crawling on the earth", because the human eye cannot see the outline of this thing at a glance.

The cold metal tracks gleamed with a dull gray luster in the sunlight, their underlying layers embedded in the frozen soil, seemingly containing a hidden heartbeat even when not in motion.

This is a scene that no Earthly technology could construct; it is a miracle and monster unique to the world of Terra, built upon a foundation of near-surreal, even supernatural, energy and materials science. The moving city, the awe it evokes with firsthand experience, cannot be compared to dry textual descriptions. Its mere existence represents a powerful and... (manual censorship) challenge to the laws of physics.

Perhaps it was because of the genuine craftsmanship and power he gained after transmigrating, an instinct recorded in his bloodline—just looking at this thing made Milan feel like he might have a bit of an allergic reaction.

"..."

Fortunately, Milan felt his composure was quite good. Faced with this spectacle that could cause at least a platoon of senior engineers on Earth to suffer a brain hemorrhage, he didn't show any excessive expression on his face. Kannot didn't notice his unusual behavior either—the mobile city wasn't always moving. It was just that, in order to avoid natural disasters, after the disaster messenger issued a warning and some time before the disaster arrived, a series of processes such as preheating were initiated to drive this behemoth.

During normal times, it will also stop and settle down in a certain section of its patrol area, allowing surrounding villages or blocks that rely on mobile city life to come and connect for normal resource exchange.

However, the Cannot did not go to the ports that these normally visiting vehicles should have visited.

He walked around the perimeter of the base, bypassed the heavily guarded checkpoint, and turned into a small path that seemed to be deliberately hidden by some situation. The further he went in, the more lush the steel pipes and structures became, like a small blind spot in the veins of some industrial behemoth.

In this blind spot, Milan saw the cleared industrial ruins and illegal shacks built with various materials.

There are people.

"Cannot! Look who's here, Mr. Goodenough!"

Kannot's car stopped at what looked like a huge valve. Several Ursus men in tattered work clothes with fierce eyes emerged from the shadows. The leader was a burly man with burns on his face and bear ears who looked like he was not to be trifled with.

He greeted Cannot, who was wearing an iron helmet, warmly, but his eyes swept over Milan without any attempt to conceal them.

"No deliveries today, Boris."

Kannot readily agreed, shaking hands with the other party familiarly. Several glittering little things peeked out from under his clothes: "This time, I'm asking your Rust Gang for a favor. Get my friend in clean. You know the rules."

Rusty side.

The word was told to Milan by Cannot on the way, as an extra for the few pieces of charcoal he gave: Anyway, for various complex reasons, there will always be such gangs in mobile cities, mainly workers who have mastered the loopholes in the city's lower system and are proficient in the dark areas of complex power areas and drainage facilities, and have established an ecosystem of black markets, smuggling and illegal transactions.

"Hey, don't worry!"

Boris weighed it in his mind, then chuckled and said, "Your friends in Cannot are our friends too. No problem, leave it to me!"

He patted his chest and assured them, and his men burst into laughter; Canno nodded and turned to Milan, saying, "Friend, I'll see you off here. Now that the money and goods are settled, I wish you a safe journey."

His voice was flat and emotionless. Milan's eyes flickered, and he nodded. He didn't say anything more, turned around, started the car, and drove away.

As the jeep disappeared around the corner, Boris enthusiastically came up and put his arm around Milan's shoulder. He was quite strong, even among Yetis, he was considered very powerful, and he pushed Milan forward with a force that even ordinary Terrans would find difficult to resist.

After winding through several remote passages, including some that were considered secluded by mechanics, Boris's smile vanished instantly in a slightly more open corner, and he shoved Milan forward abruptly.

"Heh, kid, we've given Cannot face by bringing you in."

He lit a cigarette, his voice turning cold, subtly mirroring the frivolous and greedy expressions on the faces of his underlings who were openly surrounding him... no, openly.

“But that’s all the face he’s worth. Now it’s time for us to talk about the service fee.”

"Boss, you're just too kind. You always make us go through this process."

One of his men brandished a wrench and said with obvious ill intent, "These brainless pack animals won't learn their lesson unless they're taught a lesson. They always think they can hide something... In the end, we still have to take action."

"Or let's be more thorough and give him a clean break with stones, so he won't always think he can run away; if he just mines honestly, he can live comfortably for a few more days."

Judging from this, they were quite well-prepared, with a total of seven or eight people. Whether they were skilled or not is hard to say, but they were definitely all strong men... Moreover, not to mention the large industrial wrench that looked like a blunt weapon, they even had deliberately ground long iron pipes and welding rods inlaid with red-hot Originium crystals, which shows that this was not the first or second time they had pulled off this stunt.

Boris's expression was violent and cruel, like that of someone looking at a rat that had fallen into a trap, full of smug satisfaction at believing he was in complete control.

Milan sighed.

"...Well, I was prepared, knowing that there's a high probability that there aren't any good people in this line of work."

"But since we're already here... I have to consider Kannot's feelings, so I'm hoping you'll have some sense of contractual obligation. It's better for everyone to avoid trouble; I don't want to create unnecessary complications right from the start..."

"What the hell are you spouting, you Ursus swear word for!"

Seeing that Milan was not as fearful and timid as they had expected, as if something had unexpectedly happened, Boris waited for the bloody show to stop, while his men impatiently shouted and swung large wrenches to smash it on his head!

But the wrench he swung down slipped from his hand, flying far away and spinning before striking the shadows of the metal pipe with a crisp clatter; he let out a howl of pain and frantically pulled his hand back...

His wrist slammed straight down onto what appeared to be a solid rock, completely unsuspecting.

But the rock stretched out its hand and grabbed his wrist tightly, as if it were solidified cement, impossible to break free from.

"But since you have chosen a different path."

Milan's voice was calm.

As the Ursus smugglers' gazes gradually shifted, gray, stone-paneled armor spread upwards from his legs, which had somehow changed, covering his waist, chest, and abdomen, until finally a simple helmet covered his head, obscuring his face in shadow.

"Then there's no need for me to continue pretending to be polite with you."

Chapter 35 Say Hello to Terra

Milan had no particular feelings towards Cannot.

After all, no matter how accustomed he was to peace before transmigrating, he had real experience of being on the battlefield after transmigrating; the text descriptions he saw in the game had become reality, and he might still not be able to fully empathize with them, but he was not curious at all about "truly experiencing" the following aspects.

This land is not picky about food when it comes to eating white hair.

Just kidding, it's not white-haired and doesn't eat picky.

From the moment he got into Cannot's car until he just got out, Cannot had given him hints—even if it was just out of a sense of contractual obligation, plus a hint of trying to sell his own terms...

Cannot has hinted at this at least three times.

Therefore, U-wing flag thinking 6 house research four nine Milan did not let down its guard at all.

He simply hadn't expected that this group of people would behave in such an appalling way.

"boom!"

The inventory is the most useful space backpack. The six-ton ​​stone axe leaped into his palm, and the force of the six-ton ​​weight immediately synchronized into his flesh and blood. Milan didn't even need to use the axe. He just exerted force with his left hand, and the Ursus man who was howling and cursing immediately stopped making noise and stared wide-eyed as if he had been choked.

His arm shattered before Milan could close his fingers, like a tomato crushed by a hydraulic press, spraying muddy flesh and bone fragments directly from between his fingers.

The sound came from a fireball exploding in mid-air—unexpectedly, while the underlings were still stunned by the scene, their leader reacted quickly and launched an attack: unlike his typical Ursus strongman's muscular body and oil-stained work clothes, he took out a very standard-looking short staff and directly summoned a fireball to blast it over!

...Then it was cleaved open without any frills by the six-ton ​​stone axe, causing the Originium energy structure inside to become unbalanced, emitting a violent explosion and heat that engulfed Milan entirely.

"Logically speaking..."

This surprise attack, which even its own people didn't seem to care about, seemed to have succeeded on the spot, making Boris subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief; but what followed... should it be described as a slap in the face or simply indifference? Milan's voice rang out from the still-burning flames: "I'm curious, the Wilderness Walkers who can navigate the Kannot route shouldn't be so easy to deal with, so what gives you such skillful confidence... Ah, I see."

A heavy whistling sound arose.

The astonishing weight brought astonishing power. Milan, who was like a stone statue, simply swung his stone axe, and the air he stirred up turned into a rough wind, which drew the heat flames into the airflow and dispersed from both sides in the form of tangible heat waves.

He stepped out of the flames with light steps, barely treading on the metal ground, and calmly said, "I didn't realize you were a sorcerer."

"..."

The scene fell silent instantly.

Unlike in games where you can easily wipe out groups of enemies in annihilation maps, real Terran casters are far from cheap. While it's true that anyone who knows Originium Arts can be considered a caster, for ordinary people who aren't infected and haven't systematically learned how to sense and manipulate energy...

Creating a decent fireball is no easy feat—and correspondingly, once such a fireball is actually created, its destructive power is not to be underestimated.

Even the standardized training targets are fundamentally different for sniper operators and casters—not for any other reason than the fact that casters have no fancy, purely numerical destructive power.

So when Milan's scene, which seemed to be something only seen in movie special effects, was shown, the scene even fell silent for a moment, with only the whimpers of a few henchmen licked by flames remaining.

—It withstood an Originium fireball unscathed? What the hell kind of monster is this?

"Ah...stop! Stop, friend! It's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!"

Boris's facial muscles twitched violently a few times, and beads of sweat rolled down his scars, making his expression look contorted. Milan casually tossed aside the henchman whose wrist had been crushed. This familiar man was no longer groaning or in pain, and the shadow cast by the distinctive shape of his helmet obscured his face, making it impossible for others to see his expression.

All you could see was him turning around without saying a word, shaking his blood-stained left hand, and then conjuring up a wooden round shield out of thin air.

“Look…look! Kannot! Kannot’s face! Friend!”

Boris hid the short staff behind his back, forcing a sheepish smile onto his face: "Look, look, we're the most trustworthy people, but lately there have been some clueless guys in the wilderness coming to cause trouble here. I don't know if they've just changed their tactics... Look, I'm apologizing to you, a deep apology!"

As he spoke, he kicked the henchman beside him, then turned obsequiously and said, "Why should someone as important as you bother with lowlifes like us? Here's the deal: you name your price, and I, Boris, will not renege. In Chernobog, aside from other things, I'll have some influence around here. Let's be friends, what do you say..."

"……Ah."

The silent Milan suddenly took off like a major lottery!

He stomped heavily on the ground with overwhelming force, the metal structure beneath his feet perfectly transmitting the force as a violent sound wave and vibration! The four-channel Ursus man instinctively showed pain, but in an instant, Milan, carrying an oily smell, crashed into him!

—The second one.

He didn't even raise his axe! He simply leaned to the side, lowered his shoulders, and lunged forward. The Ursus man, barely managing to parry, was sent flying backward as if hit by a truck, his feet leaving the ground!