Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

"We just crawled out of a natural disaster, do you think we can withstand this kind of torment?! Are you trying to scare us to death?! Even if you need people, you don't use them like this!"

"Let's talk about any problems tomorrow. Give him some time to catch his breath!"

Several Yeti members were scolded by Petrova and sheepishly shrank back. The group of burly men all hunched over, as if they were trying their best to shrink into fur balls, but they still couldn't help but cast expectant glances at each other from time to time.

Petrova turned to Milan, her tone softening slightly, and said, "The berth in that corner is temporarily empty. The blankets are a bit thin, but you'll have to make do. Don't be polite with these rascals. We don't do that kind of thing here. As for Ursus... oh right, you're from Colombia, then it's alright."

"As for them, don't worry about them. I don't know if you were infected before, but... you know, the condition of the infected is not good anywhere, especially in Ursus; you may not know what we do, but you will soon find out."

"We...we really lack too much."

Milan knows.

The situation of the infected across this entire land is far from easy, and this is especially true in Ursus. Among the people from Ursus, the literacy rate is pitifully low, not to mention the talent to master craftsmanship. Their equipment is mostly obtained through capture, patchwork, or limited supplies brought by merchants like Kannot. Even Kannot, who "does business with the infected," is a minority among merchants who are willing to risk their lives.

broken?

If something breaks, you can only tough it out or repair it in the most brutal way—in this respect, the Yeti squad is probably a little better off than their main force, since they have a group of regular soldiers training them.

Even so, it was extremely limited, not to mention that the equipment of that regular army itself was not optimistic.

"It's all here..."

"what?"

Milan's voice was low, and Petrova, not hearing it clearly, made a questioning sound. He shook his head and suddenly smiled: "Thank you, Petrova, but it's alright."

He doesn't have many merits, but he has some self-awareness; he is self-aware, even though he doesn't really need Kannot's "rescue," even though Kannot might have impure motives for picking him up, even though he was "sold" to this place for profit, and even though he doesn't really need to rely on the Yeti team, he has enough confidence to survive in this wilderness.

But Cannot did indeed lend him a helping hand, and he accepted that favor.

Moreover... if Kannot had brought him the rest of the Reunion Movement from 1096, he would have turned and run without a second thought. Even if he agreed on the surface, he would definitely have found a chance to escape: Don't doubt a Minecraft character's ability to escape in real life. In just one minute, he can dig a hole from more than ten meters underground with his bare hands and slip away. Minecraft's earth-escape technique, are you scared yet?

But if it's the Yeti Squad... then he felt that even if it was just temporarily: before considering the future, spending some time between them might not be a bad idea.

"I'm fine. I've rested enough in the car. Rather than that, let me see what I'll be dealing with in the future."

Returning to reality, Milan shrugged and smiled, "I know the rules. Someone like me who arrives halfway through has to show something, otherwise I'd be just freeloading."

The concept of "displaying value" is quite straightforward.

Petrova's brow twitched slightly, a scrutinizing glint in her deep brown eyes; the young man previously called Big Bear was the first to grin, saying they would obediently go back to sit by the fire pit, but their attention remained fixed on this side—if Petrova really left like this, it was hard to say what Milan would face.

But then he slapped his thigh hard and chuckled, "Great! Come on, take a look at my crossbow. If this thing hadn't broken down, I wouldn't have had to switch to a knife to chop people up."

"Are you sure? You just escaped death, don't force yourself."

"It's ok."

Despite Petrova's repeated urging, Milan shook his head and walked straight to the crossbow that the bear had taken from the side of the tent wall; his heart was pounding faster than he could hear, not from nervousness, but from an excitement that, even with a thousand percent confidence, still held the expectation of certain victory.

The burly Ursus man nervously held the crossbow; the frame of the Ursus military crossbow was severely worn, and the linkage mechanism was obviously deformed; while Milan reached out his hand.

His fingertips touched the cold metal surface.

In that very instant!

Just like the [Information Display Utility Module] he often installed, a series of information display interfaces based on this real-world crossbow suddenly popped up in his virtual field of vision!

Milan's fingers trembled slightly as if he had been electrocuted. He held his breath and concentrated to forcefully suppress the urge to stop. From the outside, he appeared to be frowning slightly, as if he had a headache while examining the malfunctioning weapon. But only he knew that the information was fluctuating in the virtual vision window, constantly refreshing the garbled code like electronic decryption. The garbled code kept flashing, but clear text appeared more and more frequently, piecing together the display window one by one.

Finally, as if the analysis was complete: based on the physical existence of the crossbow, a semi-transparent, three-dimensional network framework made of green modeling mesh suddenly appeared, overlapping with the image of the crossbow itself; countless pixels flashed on the model, creating the appearance of a complete crossbow out of thin air, and highlighting the "incomplete" parts.

Ursus Standard Assault Crossbow

Ranged weapon - crossbow

Durability: (garbled text)

Status: Damaged

Analysis complete: Ursus Standard Assault Crossbow

Homomorphic synthesis of "Crossbow - Ursus Standard Assault Crossbow"

"..."

—Why is there a next page?

He was already quite surprised, and it took him a lot of effort to maintain a poker face: in the worst-case scenario, he had actually prepared himself for the possibility that "his cheat was completely incompatible with reality." If his ability was the most rigid type, only following its own rules... then what he could do would probably be firmly fixed by the original game framework.

It's not that we're powerless, but some degree of freedom is always good, not to mention that this mechanism seems to be the type that "analyzes real-world creations to fit its own rules."

This parsing mechanism did not provide him with a definitive solution.

But just this analytical interface, which resembles Shirou Emiya's projection magic, is a capability that any engineer would dream of in any environment—and as an engineering student, he certainly has that level of comprehension and practical skills.

"W-what's wrong, Master? Is there any hope for me?"

Seeing Milan frown and remain silent for a long time, like an old Chinese medicine doctor with white hair, beard, and eyebrows turning the pages of a book, the long-waiting Big Bear finally couldn't wait any longer and asked nervously in a low voice.

Milan thought for a moment, then took the crossbow in his hand. After a series of actions—drawing and releasing the string, aiming, weighing it up and down, and fiddling with the parts—he said, "The trigger linkage is deformed, the main string groove is worn and deformed, the scimitar is broken and deformed, the iron sight is misaligned, and there are a few other minor problems..."

He tapped on a few spots, and said in a professional, deliberate yet certain tone, "This is a bit of a problem. I need some tools..."

"You're really good at fixing things!"

Before Milan could finish speaking, Big Bear opened his mouth wide and his eyes widened like saucers. He looked at Milan, then at the crossbow, and at the faulty spots Milan had pointed out—some he knew, some he only knew were faulty, and some he just felt were off—he didn't think much of it, only felt incredulous astonishment: "Amazing! I knew these places were wrong!"

—Then why are you shouting so loudly?

Petrova's dark pupils contracted slightly: she could see clearly that Milan's initial movements were quite clumsy, his fingers seemingly just touching the metal surface; but then his movements became smooth, and after only a few basic inspections, without even disassembling it, he accurately pinpointed the problem.

Even though Big Bear and the Yeti Snipers often communicated privately and sought advice from Shield Guard, they still couldn't solve the problem.

She and the other Yeti members in the tent fell silent, and the way they looked at Milan changed; their initial suspicion was replaced by shock, and their curiosity turned into a kind of awe of "professionalism"—this guy seemed to really have some skills that were hard to describe.

What kind of treasure did Cannot find?

Milan ignored the bear's astonishment and the gazes of the other Yeti members. His gaze swept over the other items in the tent: broken armor plates, a leaking water tank, rusted Originium equipment in the corner... Wherever his gaze fell, a green illusory grid silently spread with his will, instantly enveloping those items.

Each one popped up an information display window, and although garbled characters kept flashing on them, Milan had a feeling that as long as he touched it, the "parse" process would be executed in his hands.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, giving off an expression of ease and confidence, as if he had just entered a professional field.

"Petrova, um, Miss?"

Milan said, "First of all, I can't guarantee that all problems can be solved perfectly. Secondly, in order to start working, I need some tools... Also, are there any materials available at the camp? I think I might have to prepare some of the more specialized things myself."

His voice echoed in the tent. He was unaware that at that moment, his figure seemed to be bathed in a glow in the eyes of the simple yeti. He was also unaware that at the same time, a slender figure wrapped in a white cloak stood silently outside the tent, expressionless, with only his breath condensing the cold air into a deeper wisp of white mist.

He merely watched Petrova's astonished expression, chuckling to himself, and casually clicked on the → sign displaying the crossbow's information.

—Let me see what's on the next page…

His pupils contracted sharply, and his composed, smirking expression froze on his face.

Chapter 4: The Beginning

Milan was stunned.

Shifting his attention back to the UI, Milan could clearly see that the icon symbolizing satiety had dimmed to the size of a whole chicken leg—well, that wasn't surprising; he could guess that the [analysis] action probably consumed some energy.

It's not a big problem, it's acceptable.

But what he saw on the "next page" of the crossbow information really made him lose his composure.

Ursus Standard Assault Crossbow

- Insufficiently made iron bow handle, insufficiently made iron bow arms, insufficiently made string bowstring

-Durability: N/A

- Material properties: None

- Bow draw speed: 0.2

- Initial velocity of the projectile: 0

Projectile force: 0

Accuracy: 0.2

- Upgrade slots: 0

-Ability Slots: 0

- Melee combat...

That's all!

As a long-range weapon, the crossbow's close-combat performance was irrelevant, so Milan skipped over that point. For him, the shock came more from the fact that if the previous green grid analysis interface could only be considered a clever information display module, it was just a "life hack" to him, who was about to gain a foothold on this land.

The attribute panel in front of him, riddled with flaws, with ridiculously low values ​​and even containing comments like "insufficient materials," made him fantasize about "when will this land be given a real shock by dump trucks?"

How could he not be familiar with it?

This thing is basically the attribute information interface for Tinker's Construct equipment!

As a Minecraft player who even stayed up all night coding before his time travel just to debug Tinkers' Construct components for a large modpack, how could he not be familiar with this thing?

【Craftsman's Spirit】

This is a classic mod that has existed since version 1.4, almost as long as the base game of Minecraft.

Initially, Tinkers' Conquest was simply a crafting mod that "added a complete system of crafting techniques to Minecraft, from mold making to metal smelting, introduced new methods for crafting ores and tools, and introduced a new enhancement system."

However, as various developers added more and more auxiliary expansions and collaboration modules to Tinkers' Construct, and stuffed more and more valuable items into the material library, throwing all sorts of strange and wonderful things into the furnace—ultimately, after going through three major version iterations of Tinkers' Construct 1, 2, and 3, and going through countless module materials and design blueprints…

It finally became a behemoth that could even fill a single universe with molten steel, cast it into all sorts of strange things, and then use it to open the brains of small animals.

"Well, so that's what they were waiting for me to do."

A tidal wave surged in Milan's heart: the opportunity for time travel might be hard to pinpoint, but those codes he had worked on all night... or rather, those pieces of information he had become so familiar with over the years, those memories that had been etched into his DNA out of love and passion, were actually the root of his cheat code?

That's really... you've found your life to be what you love.

In an instant, countless thoughts raced through his mind like wild dogs with prolapsed rectums: Tinkerer's Construct, what did that mean? It meant he was no longer limited to the original Minecraft crafting recipes, it meant he could stuff any analyzable material into his furnace, it meant…

No, wait a minute, let me sort this out first... Putting aside the common metal materials that are the basic setting universally applicable to all worlds, can those more outrageous magical metal fantasy resources really be found on this land?

I've traveled through time—it's a cheat code for Minecraft—but not the world of Minecraft...

Okay, that's okay.

"Ah, my Navatl, my Cobalt, my Corinthian Bronze, my Mayuling, my Endless..."

Countless ideas surged through Milan's mind like a brainstorm, with several twists and turns he could easily imagine, leaving him unsure whether to laugh or cry after discovering his new cheat-like feature.

—Let's take a break, my friend. If it's endless, let's just forget about it.

"Hello, hello? Milan? What's wrong?"

Just as he was still lost in his thoughts, Petrova's voice suddenly rang out, like a needle puncturing Milan's bubble of fantasy; he snapped back to reality and met the strange gazes of Petrova and the group of Yetis.

"What are you thinking about? Your expression suddenly changed so...drastically?"

Petrova, whose education level was questionable, spoke in a strange tone. She called several times before finally managing to bring Milan, who seemed lost in thought, back to reality. Milan suppressed her turbulent thoughts, her expression carrying the subtle feeling of "professional thought being interrupted," and said, "It's nothing, nothing..."

"So you're saying your stuff is even more amazing than I expected. If we're going to put in the effort... well, I need to see what we can use first, right?"

"...Okay, come with me. You can use the materials in the warehouse."

As soon as Petrova spoke, a commotion erupted inside the tent. The mother bear turned and bared her teeth at the eager cubs, yelling, "What are you looking at! All of you, shut up! Go do what you're supposed to be doing!"

So the little bears all murmured and huddled back inside.

Only Big Bear still shamelessly approached, his muscular body, which, despite being malnourished, was still as robust as a bear's, bending down in a fawning manner, his eyes shining as if he was just about to stick out his tongue.

Petrova: "...Fine, you can come along. You'll be good as a laborer."

If we don't let this guy come along, none of us in this tent will get a good night's sleep tonight.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe..."

Big Bear hurriedly reached for his winter gear, while Petrova seemed to only then realize that Milan was still thinly dressed. She quickly reached for a fur cloak that belonged to someone else, but Milan waved her hands repeatedly and brushed it off with the excuse of "the advantage of being cold-resistant."

I can handle the weather here, but I really can't stand the smell of your clothes!

"Come with me."

Petrova said this.

The heavy, cold-proof curtain was lifted once again, and a blast of cold wind mixed with snowflakes rushed in; but just as the curtain was lifted and Milan, the third person to step out, stepped out, the sight outside made him pause.

Frost Star.

The woman from Carter's, with her snow-white hair, stood quietly not far from the tent entrance, seemingly blending into the wind and snow, or perhaps she was the wind and snow herself; she appeared to be about to leave, or perhaps she was just passing by, and when she saw the three of them come out, her calm gaze swept over them.