Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

But others quickly realized what was happening and chimed in, "Yes, sir! You're so powerful, you certainly don't lack these things. We have families to support, even if we went out, we'd be doomed..."

"Why don't you look at all these people, even if..."

His words stopped there, and no one else chimed in to echo him.

A cold glint flashed from Milan's hand, suddenly lengthening amidst several streaks of fire, and instantly pressed against his chest—it was a spear, a spear that could not possibly be concealed on a person's body, a spear gleaming with metallic luster.

"...I still suffered from having too high moral standards."

Milan sighed beneath the visor, the sound of wind whistling through the armor, but manifesting as a heavy voice: "I hate idiots."

"I especially hate idiots who can't see the situation clearly."

His voice sounded somewhat muffled through the mask, yet carried an indescribable chill: "What made you have the illusion that I'm haggling with you?"

"S-Sir..."

The man's face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat poured down his face. He opened his mouth again, but Milan's spear moved slightly, and the sharp tip of the spear cut through his clothes, drawing blood from his skin.

For some reason, a strange sense of danger, like a chill, suddenly crept up from the base of his thighs, making him feel not only a chill down his back, but also a shiver in his bladder and kidneys.

He immediately froze, only able to nod.

"Those who wish to leave, take the map and torch, and you may depart now."

"Those who are willing to follow me must abide by my rules."

Faced with overwhelming force and a clear-cut attitude, the remaining people quickly made their choices; in the end, eight people, who seemed to know each other beforehand, chose to take the map and torch amidst fear and complex emotions.

After they made their choice, Milan said nothing more—there were still twenty-five people left. Milan put away his spear, took out his pickaxe, and started chiseling away at the wall on the other side once more. These people now finally knew how they got to the passage they had first seen, and what the still clear sound from the other side of the wall was all about.

A familiar emptiness.

A familiar, one-meter square and deep passageway, hollowed out of the wall, appeared on the wall after he swung his pickaxe a few times.

Behind the wall was a dimly lit, square passageway with torches, a passage familiar to the survivors.

"Let's go."

Now that the decision has been made, there's no need to be coy in front of the new boss anymore—this time, the braver survivors crawled into the passage from the cave entrance. Milan was the last one, and without saying a word, she raised her hand to dismantle the torch and block the road in front of those who chose to leave, just like before.

The sealed wall was perfectly sealed, with no trace of it having been dug open... If it weren't for the light from the strange torches in their hands, these people would have thought it was all just a dream.

"what--!"

At this moment, it seemed that someone remembered something. They made a sharp noise and rushed to the place where Milan had disappeared, groping around the wall behind which was filled with material—and after a long while, they dejectedly lowered their heads.

They finally realized it.

You may have squandered all your luck and paid the ultimate price—and then triumphantly slammed the door shut, shutting out the biggest turning point in your life.

However, the questionable character of the Ursus people here is naturally no longer a concern for Milan.

He rescued a total of thirty-three people from that confined workshop. After removing eight who had their own ideas, twenty-five people ultimately chose to follow him. Like the previous escape route, this route also had several twists and turns, all of which were deliberately designed before the excavation, so that even if information was leaked, it would be difficult for people to track them down.

Since there was only one road and no need to worry about getting lost, Milan followed at the back, still filling in the wall piece by piece with materials, while those in front followed the light of the torches—before long, the light no longer came from the torches, but from the end of the passage.

The survivors couldn't help but feel nervous; the closer they got to the light, the more uneasy they felt.

But what they saw when they passed through the light left them speechless.

The cold light and firelight of the Originium lamps mingled together, creating a bright yet warm illumination that lit up a patch of land covered with thick soil. The land was divided into neat squares, and the sparsely planted crops displayed a vibrant appearance, exuding a pleasing green vitality.

In the center of the square farmland is a small square pool of water, with torches burning steadily around the edge; there is no pungent smell of Originium dust or Originium ore in the air, only the fresh smell of soil and water vapor.

As for the unfamiliar equipment in the corner... well, there's no need to pay too much attention to that.

What's truly important is this feeling of being transported through a wall, a joy of life tinged with a surreal sense of strangeness.

It's fortunate that these Russians don't really know what "time travel" means.

Otherwise, they might have had the same thought as Milan back then: "Is this some kind of two different world?"

"This...this is..."

Some people muttered to themselves, some couldn't believe their eyes, and some even took a step back as if they were afraid that the dust on their clothes and the Originium on their bodies would pollute this land.

But some people quickly realized what was happening.

The older-looking man, who had previously stopped the young man's impulsiveness, spoke on behalf of the group. He first stepped forward, bowed to Milan, and then said in a hoarse voice:

"Sir, please allow me, on behalf of all of us who were once sentenced to death, to express our deepest gratitude to you."

"Wow, he's a cultured person?"

Milan tilted her head, the helmet and breastplate making a rubbing sound against her neck, and sized up the man; the man, who looked disheveled and whose only distinguishing feature was his demeanor, forced a smile and nodded.

“I was once the son of a lord, an assistant to a political officer, but I was framed and contracted Oripathy, fleeing to the wilderness; I originally intended to seek help from an old friend in Chernobog, but unexpectedly…”

"Forget it, those old stories are meaningless."

The man shook his head, lowered his head, and said sincerely, "We have reached an agreement. Thank you for restoring our dignity and hope for survival. We are willing to risk our lives for you... But if I may be so bold, what do you need us to do? Do people like us really have a future?"

Chapter 58 Food

The next day.

When the "canned" members arrived at their office hideout, they didn't see Milan, but only a note. Once everyone was gathered, Pavel led them to the familiar wall as instructed. The high wall, made of round stones, had already been hollowed out, leaving them a gap to enter.

The workers filed in.

Then they all froze on the spot.

The secret room was still the same secret room, and it wasn't their first time here: flowers, trees, sky, breeze... well, actually there was no sky or breeze, but the light from the soil and torches at least filled the void left by the earth and sunlight.

Although witnessing the incredible power of MC to transform the environment in a small area for the first time was astonishing, they have become accustomed to it after seeing it many times.

What surprised them more than that was the presence of more than twenty unfamiliar faces; although these strangers had recovered somewhat after the cleaning and tidying up, they still looked like they had suffered quite a bit.

Some of them still show traces of Originium infection on their skin.

Due to the long-standing malicious propaganda against the infected by the Ursus people, even these gang members who had some dealings with the wilderness and the gray area felt a little uncomfortable... But compared to this discomfort, what shocked their worldview the most was the scene unfolding before their eyes.

Their new leader was holding a peculiar dagger—the handle was dark in color, but the blade looked like a toy made of bundled straw, giving it a simple and playful feel.

But Milan's expression didn't show any sign of playfulness or frivolity. He simply held the dagger and swung it at a wooden dummy with a stone base.

This behavior seems rather strange... and when Milan slashed the dummy several times—the blade of the dagger, which looked like it was made of straw, trembled violently, but the dummy itself didn't seem to deform at all. Thinking about it carefully, this seems even stranger.

"What is he...doing?"

Some people muttered under their breath, but most people simply stopped him silently with their expressions and gestures: Does the boss need to explain so clearly what he's doing?

That's true, but...

Just as more and more people were feeling confused—after several swings, Milan swung his knife down again, and with a slight, deflated "pop" sound: the air surrounding the wooden dummy seemed to distort out of thin air.

Then, without warning, a creature appeared out of thin air in front of Milan.

"What—"

Everyone: ...Huh?

Not only the original members of the Steel Pipe Gang, now members of the Canned Food Gang, but also the newly recruited infected who watched Milan cause trouble after breakfast—no matter how unfamiliar they were with each other, at this moment their feelings were more synchronized than those of the "Rim of the Pacific".

It was a sheep... well, forgive these Terrans for finding it hard to associate this creature with the pack animals and lumps they were familiar with, but it did give the impression of a "gentle herbivore"; its body had a fairly standard cubic structure, and its white fur reminded the infected of the fabrics Milan had brought out.

The bedding they received in Milan consisted of wooden planks covered with carpets... There wasn't really a question of whether it was suitable or not, since it was much more comfortable than being in the dark workshop.

but.

but!

Even if this thing's fur looks incredibly white and soft, and just looking at it makes you think "it should have a market"... it's impossible to ignore the idiotic expression on its head that seems to have inherited intellectual disabilities for at least eighteen generations.

—My God, it's amazing how stupid an animal can be!

This is probably the same thought that pops into the minds of these people at this very moment.

—Wait a minute…where did this thing come from?!

"!!?"

After being initially shocked by the sheep's silly face, they were then stunned by the "creation out of nothing" method—both the new infected and the old members of the canned food crew stared wide-eyed.

If their initial shock at Milan's actions could be attributed to the "Originium Arts" as a universal reason in Terran.

That thing undoubtedly exceeds their understanding of things "within human capabilities".

Create something out of thin air!

Or create life?

This...this isn't right, is it?

But Milan paid no attention to their shock—he stared at the sheep with its extremely silly face for a while. The sheep's expression looked wise no matter how you looked at it, while Milan did frown slightly and looked very serious.

He thought for a moment, then pulled a long spear from the four-dimensional chrysanthemum and stabbed the stupid sheep to death with one thrust; the sheep let out a long "baa" sound, as if it could not even feel pain, and then disappeared in a wisp of smoke with a "bang".

Instead, several small white cubes and a conspicuous piece of meat floated in the air as pixelated debris and were quickly sucked into Milan's body.

...Incidentally, the spear was nearly two meters long, and when stood upright, it was even taller than Milan, who was 1.8 meters tall. The end of the shaft was a silvery green, the middle section was a pale white that was completely different from the material on both sides, and the blade at the top was a separate part, which had a peculiar dark brown base color while showing a metallic luster.

It looks like the color of some kind of sparkling soda.

"hiss……"

Neither the cannery staff nor the newly arrived infected person knew what Milan was thinking when he gasped in shock. He also noticed the workers' arrival, waved for them to wait, thought for a moment, and then switched to his dagger.

Benedict! Benedict!

After a few more cuts, the air trembled once more, and out of thin air appeared a pink, equally square-headed pig.

Well, these Terrans also couldn't recognize what kind of animal it was, but they could still tell from its clear eyes, comparable to those of an EW player, that it was easy to bully... They just didn't know what kind of trouble their leader was going to cause this time.

"You guys, come here for a moment."

Unexpectedly, Milan simply waved to both groups, beckoning them closer, and then asked, "Does anyone here know how to handle this thing?"

"I mean, handling animals, slaughtering or hunting them is fine."

People looked at each other in bewilderment. One of the infected men raised his hand and said hesitantly, "Sir, I...I used to be a hunter in the wasteland. I know a little about this."

—Although I've never even seen this thing before, let alone dealt with it.

"Alright, then it's you... You guys, take one of the machetes you picked up earlier, wash it clean, dry it over the fire, and bring it over."

Milan nodded, and while giving the order, he took out wooden planks and iron chains to build a simple hanging frame. He then placed a carpet under the frame and, after thinking for a moment, put an iron bucket on top of it.

"Don't feel guilty. It's not a ferocious beast. Just think of it as a domesticated animal raised specifically for meat, the kind with only a skeleton and no strange organs."

The clean machete arrived quickly, and Milan, having cut out the weapon, lifted the pig up with one hand. With Milan's help, the hunter pierced the pig's heart with a single blow. The pixelated pig, no longer displaying its helpless expression, began to struggle violently, letting out a realistic, shrill squeal.

Although they were powerless against Milan's massive forces.

The pig's screams and struggles quickly ceased. This time, instead of turning into nothingness, it left behind a real, undeniable corpse; pig's blood gushed out, dripping into the prepared wooden bucket, carrying a real, warm, and fishy smell.

At Milan's prompting, the hunter handed over a knife, and with one stroke he cut open the pig's carcass—revealing the texture of flesh, fat, and bones, seemingly no different from an ordinary pig except for its overly square shape.

"call……"

The people around watched this scene in silence. Some seemed still confused, while others seemed to understand something and subconsciously held their breath, their eyes lighting up.

Milan let out a long sigh of relief.

This was an experiment Milan had wanted to do before, but it was put on hold due to a lack of materials: As mentioned before, there is a material called "Wheat Bar" in the Tinkers' Construct's "Tinkers' Construct Calibration" module. It is made from wheat and has the "Appetizing" attribute, which can summon animals with a probability when used.

In the game, their role is to suddenly appear out of nowhere, like pigs, chickens, cows, and sheep, while you're fighting.

In reality, he had already started thinking about this: since the MC rules he emanated from his eyes would manifest differently due to their adaptation to the real world, would the animals he summoned also become real animals in this real world?

The results of the experiment are now quite clear: Minecraft killed by him using Minecraft weapons to inflict Minecraft damage will simply follow normal game mechanics, disappearing and dropping their loot.

However, when killed by damage from real-world sources outside of Minecraft rules, they seem to "realize" and appear as complete biological corpses.

It provides all resources, including meat, bones, blood, and organs.

...Although, with the support of MC rules, he was able to provide far more productivity than the norm in reality with two 7x7 plots of farmland, and conservatively speaking, he could easily feed at least fifty people.

But now, with the addition of this meat supply, the productivity is no longer just "easy" to describe; it's on the verge of "severe overflow"!

The power of the Minecraft gods is terrifying, and the power of Tinker's Construct is terrifying just like that; it's nothing more than that.

After achieving the food freedom to "feed oneself," the achievement of "unlimited food" has now been accomplished.

Milan finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"If you know how to clean up prey, then clean this up too."