Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

Wait, no, let's start over.

【4 pieces of charred brick + 5 pieces of glass = a measuring container for charred materials】

【5 blackened bricks + a blackened material measuring container = blackened melting furnace】

【8 charred bricks = charred solid heater】

Yes, this time it's correct.

As the budgeted charred bricks gradually arrived, Milan became increasingly busy at the workbench: First, the [Charred Solid Heater] was placed against the wall, then the [Melting Furnace] was placed above the [Heater], and [Charred Casting Ports] were attached to both sides of the [Melting Furnace]. Below the casting ports, the [Charred Casting Platform] and [Charred Casting Basin] were placed respectively.

In this way, the most basic Tinkers' Construct furnace structure was set up; Milan tried to interact with these working blocks. The heater and furnace smoothly accepted his consciousness, and although the other blocks did not pop up a GUI interface, they all responded with the feeling that they could be touched.

"Ta-da! Basic Smelting Technique."

Milan gave himself a non-existent achievement notification sound, shrugged, and let out a long sigh of relief: the high-recycling-rate Tinker's Soul furnace was set up, and he had the starting metal resources—he took out planks and scrap iron from his inventory, stuffed the former into the heater, and put the latter into the interactive space of the melting furnace.

With a "whoosh," it spontaneously combusted without any flame.

As the heater operates normally, a pixelated image of scrap iron material, reduced to a certain size, can be seen inside the transparent glass section of the upper part of the melting furnace.

—Is this how it was solved?

Milan was greatly surprised.

Soon, thanks to the high efficiency of the MC work block, the iron melted at an almost unreal speed; it's unclear what kind of material recognition mechanism it was based on, but this scrap, which certainly didn't just contain elemental iron, was directly burned into a pool of dark red fluid.

Molten Iron

The furnace block group operates under Milan's conscious control.

Molten iron flowed from the pouring gate and poured into the casting basin placed below; it was liquid iron that should have been scorching hot in principle, but Milan did not feel any heat radiation.

The stacked scrap iron looked quite large, originally taking up a lot of space; however, after being melted in the furnace, what was refined was a rather regular, square block of iron, so much so that its original size was completely unrecognizable.

Once you have iron blocks, you can break them down into iron ingots. And once you have iron ingots, the rules of Minecraft finally start to run smoothly: Milan uses iron ingots to craft an iron bucket, finds a tap on the lower level to collect water, and then releases it to create a clean and clear water source block.

Dig a 2x2 grid of dirt, place two buckets of water diagonally opposite each other, and the water blocks will flow into each other, thus creating a simple infinite water system.

Then, draw water and create small ponds between the dirt blocks. Cultivate 7x7 farmland around the ponds. Within the radiating influence of the water blocks, the dry farmland will gradually become moist farmland. In this way, with the support of torchlight, crops can grow naturally.

Milan already has experience in crop selection: planting wheat, potatoes, and carrots at row intervals—the carrots were bought at the supermarket during the day, and probably because they are parts that can be planted directly and are also crops that already exist in Minecraft, they immediately showed as "planted" as soon as they were planted.

As for the crops that were bought along with the carrots, Milan wasn't sure if they could be planted like that, so she manually dug holes in the cultivated land and planted them, leaving the rest to fate...

[A "crop" item has been detected touching a "farmland" block, and the site has entered "planting" mode.]

[Analyzing "crops"]

[Analysis complete]

"..."

Okay, cheating is awesome. It's not about following fate, it's about following your own destiny.

"what--!"

He let out a long breath.

He said he had finished a huge amount of work, which was indeed quite a lot, but under the rules of Minecraft, it was all simplified to the extreme. In terms of real workload, his efficiency was unimaginable.

He leaned against the stove, looking at the empty space that he had completely transformed after his modifications: a layer of soil had been laid on the ground. Milan didn't have much soil left, but it wouldn't be a problem to lay two 7x7 m² ...

Two 7x7 dirt areas have been completely cleared into farmland, with water blocks at the core and torches stuck in the ground at the corners for lighting. Potatoes are the main crop planted on the farmland, with other crops planted alternately in rows. Spacing the potatoes between rows is a little trick for farming in Minecraft.

Of course, if the bigwigs in the biotechnology industry are developing fully automated planting systems, then disregard what I said.

Once the agricultural environment is secured, food security is guaranteed.

Saplings were planted using soil blocks placed specifically at the edge of the farmland. Given the growth rate of MC saplings, their high efficiency compared to "growing in just three days" also means that timber and fuel can be guaranteed.

The most basic melting furnace has been built, and the recycling and smelting of metal materials has been secured.

Ah, without realizing it, I've done so much.

Even though she had personally worked on all of this, Milan was still somewhat bewildered when she had to reorganize and re-understand the landscape in front of her.

The basic conditions for survival have been met. In most cases, MC players who have achieved this can be considered "survival without worry," right?

At least in most situations and environments, they should be considered to have no worries about survival.

(Yawn)

Can I take a short break now?

With this in mind, even if the body did not feel tired, the mind had already become habitually drowsy; the motivation brought by anxiety and urgency had been worn down by this scene, and Milan felt as if his muscles had relaxed.

He yawned widely, piled up pebbles and dirt to block up the large, "unexplainedly empty" space he had found for himself, and stretched out his body on the bed.

Although it wasn't MC's bed, the bed itself still faithfully performed its duties; Milan felt sleepiness and drowsiness creeping in, and the experiences of this long day flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

As I stepped out of the car in Cannot, I was awestruck by the spectacle of the moving city.

Upon arriving in the mobile city, they encountered Boris and his companions, whose appearances reflected their inner selves.

In a moment of impulse, he overreacted in self-defense and accidentally killed them all.

Anger arose when he lightly touched Boris's legacy, and a slightly novel idea popped into his head.

While on a shopping spree in the city of the real bear.

Back underground, after a long absence, I began to arrange this small territory as if it were my home, placing crops, saplings, a furnace, and an infinite supply of water all at once...

"Wait a minute... Unlimited Water!?"

His eyes shot open.

Chapter 46 - Shifting Flow (+4)

What is infinite water?

Let me explain it again: Infinite water is a game mechanic in Minecraft. It utilizes the rule that "water blocks are generated when a single block is filled by a two-way water flow", allowing water blocks in a certain area to continuously fill the space, thus making it infinite.

For example, if you dig a 3x3 groove and place two buckets of water at each end, a water source will automatically be generated in the middle. Although Milan prefers to use a 2x2 groove because it prevents accidents caused by taking water from the wrong groove—it often leads to embarrassing situations when taking water from the edge.

This is the simplest and most basic method that almost all Minecraft players know: "using the characteristics of the code mechanism" to achieve "supernatural infinite resources." However, because it is so simple and basic, Milan just made it and put it there without giving it much thought.

It wasn't until now, when everything had flashed by, that I realized it.

—No, no, no.

If infinite water is possible, then my bug... no, I mean feature, that allows me to infinitely spawn other items based on Minecraft code, is also possible!

Could that also be true?

He sat up in one sit-up, his eyes wide open like copper bells in the dim light.

—Oh, yes, yes, yes.

No redstone.

Most power-generating machines cannot be crafted without redstone.

That's fine.

Milan then fell back onto the bed with a "thud".

He stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought, letting the various resource-collecting devices he had tinkered with flash through his mind.

—Without redstone, you can't generate electricity, so redstone is the foundation of the electricity generation machine.

……Is it right?

(Yawn)

The next morning, when the workers, including Pavel, met in front of the passageway on the ground at work time, unsurprisingly, they all had dark circles under their eyes.

It's fortunate that its fur isn't the color of a polar bear, otherwise it might have been mistaken for a panda.

how to say.

Boris's death and the destruction of the steel pipeline did not cause any immediate uproar; when they returned to the ground after get off work according to their usual work habits, because they were marginalized, even the clerks in charge of personnel did not ask them a single question.

Returning underground once again, because of all that had happened before, it felt like a lifetime had passed in just one night. They habitually changed into their work clothes and gathered in a certain place, only to look at each other blankly.

"...Shall we go to that place again today?"

"What do you mean? I'm asking you what you mean?"

Someone hesitated, and even if they didn't say anything, everyone else understood what they meant; and when someone hesitated, someone else naturally retorted: "If not there, where would you go? Go home and lie there waiting to die? Or do you think you'll be fine if you run away?"

"Boris is no good. Do you think the new guy is some kind of philanthropist? When the philanthropist committed murder, why didn't you consider that?"

Another voice chimed in, "Grisha's right, where can we go... but does the new boss really seem capable of keeping things under control? When Boris was in charge, at least..."

"At least what? At least make us do the most work for the least pay, and we could be thrown out to feed the Originium Bugs at any time?"

Someone whispered a rebuttal, but their tone was equally uncertain.

"He is not from Ursus."

One of the guys, who had already made his own decisions and might have almost ended up with something other than the Milan helmet smeared on his face, said in a sinister tone, "We're all Ursus people, there's nothing to fool. You all know what I'm saying... How long can he, an outsider, hold out here just because he's good at fighting?"

"If the higher-ups find out that someone has been replaced, will they let him off easily? If we follow him, we might die even faster."

A murmur arose among the crowd. After a night of reflection, the fear of impending death had subsided, but anxieties about reality and ingrained prejudices began to surface. How could the people of Ursus not be aware of their xenophobia? For a moment, many people were already making their own calculations, wondering if they could take advantage of the chaos or simply hide and observe.

Just then, Pavel spoke. His face showed no less fatigue than anyone else's, but his eyes held a strange clarity that surpassed the others.

Or rather, it's the calm that comes after accepting one's fate.

"Stop arguing." His voice wasn't loud, but it silenced the murmurs. After all, he was the only one who had had "close" contact with the new boss, and who had even returned alive and eaten a meal with him.

"Pavel, you went up and came down with him yesterday, what kind of spell did he cast on you?" the scheming man mocked. "You really think you're someone important?"

Pavel ignored his sarcasm, slowly raised his head, and glanced at the hesitant faces: "I'm a *Ursus swear word* type, and I just want to tell you one thing."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts, or perhaps feeling that the scene on the desolate plain was difficult to explain in words.

“That sir… he doesn’t need to use any of the passages we know.”

Everyone was stunned.

"What do you mean?"

“It means,” Pavel’s voice lowered, tinged with an almost awe-inspiring chill, “that yesterday, he took me and, right next to a solid wall, used our tools to dig a path through it like digging tofu. The path went straight up, avoiding all structural supports and pipes. I bet all my vodka that it was dug right before my eyes!”

He looked around until he saw the incredulous expressions on everyone's faces.

"Then, last night I couldn't sleep and went to take another look. The road was completely blocked off. The ground looked exactly the same as the surrounding area. There wasn't even a crack... Do you understand what this means?"

The underground space was deathly silent. These men, who had spent years lurking in the underworld of Chern, understood all too well what this meant. It meant that all the terrain, all the passages, all the fortifications were utterly useless to that person! He could go anywhere underground, and he could suddenly appear before you from anywhere, or…

It appears under your bed at home.

The man's face turned deathly pale, and he could no longer utter a sarcastic remark.

Grisha swallowed hard and said gruffly, "...So, even if we wanted to run, where could we run to? If he wanted to find us..."

No one answered. The answer was obvious. The fear that had just subsided had seized them again in a deeper, more desperate way. They couldn't run away, and there was no point in even hiding.

“Let’s go.” Pavel sighed and took the lead in walking towards his old hideout, which used to be a “steel pipe” but could now only be called a tin can.

"At least... he gave the brothers real gold coins yesterday, didn't he? Boris never does that."

Chapter 47 - Don't Ask, the Answer is Its Characteristics

—People who can easily dig through the structural layers of a moving city are simply not from the same world as them.

The workers walked silently through the familiar yet unfamiliar passageway, the atmosphere so oppressive it felt like water could be wrung out: the previous arguments had fallen silent, Pavel's words were like a block of ice, extinguishing the unrealistic fantasies in everyone's hearts.

Escape? Where can a family in this steel city escape to?

When they finally made their way back to the office that once belonged to "Steel Pipeline," now a hideout whose name they didn't know, the sight that greeted them all, including Pavel, froze at the doorway, almost thinking they had gone to the wrong place.

The open space that was originally piled with miscellaneous items was now filled with regular and continuous "creak-bang" sounds; and their young new leader was squatting on the ground with his back to them, intently... repeatedly struggling with a wooden door.

The wooden door didn't look particularly dilapidated; it was just an ordinary wooden door. There was a square puddle on the ground to one side of the door, and next to the puddle was a shelf that looked somewhat like a human.

Milan squatted in front of the door, repeatedly opening and closing it manually, each time opening it to its maximum angle before firmly shutting it again, as if performing some kind of ritual; and even more strangely, every time he closed the door, something bizarre would happen—

On the other side of the shelf is a wooden block with a metal hook that looks like a wooden handle stuck in it; and the moment the door closes, another identical small hook will pop out from the crack in the door, fall to the ground with a thud, roll a couple of times and then stop moving.

The hooks had already piled up in a small heap on the ground.

"Crunch" - "Snap" - "Tap".

Open the door, close the door, the hook falls, pick it up.