Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

"Rescuing the infected" was by no means a cause that he would despise, but the blatant attack—even he couldn't help but straighten his back and take a serious look at Milan's appearance once again.

...Hmm, aside from his seemingly overly subtle ease, he doesn't really look like a warrior.

"Didn't I already say that?"

Milan shrugged: "General, you'll understand once you go back and use your channels to find out. The current state of this city won't support it representing Ursus against me in the short term."

—So, at least in the short term, you're confident that you can take on Ursus single-handedly?

"..."

Herag sighed silently.

“I understand… When I get back, I will take note of the information you provided and seriously consider the intention to cooperate; if what you said is true, on behalf of Azazel, I will remember your kindness.”

His serious expression and upright attitude when he said this meant that he was indeed prepared to take this information seriously.

Milan waved his hand and said casually, "There's no need to be so serious about personal relationships... It's just that I happen to have something I'd like to ask Azazel for help with his intelligence network."

He pulled out a few Ursus gold coins and said with a smile, "General, could you please inquire about... any research institutes in Chernobog that have been repeatedly renovated and abandoned over the past twenty years?"

Hrag left, filled with worry and carrying a few jingling gold coins; he might not trust Milan, this stranger, but the news Milan brought could not be ignored.

Milan watched his figure disappear before turning and leaving the secluded passageway.

"Ah, sir, Mr. Jung."

Pavel, who was still keeping watch, was startled. He looked at Milan, then peered into the passageway, and subconsciously asked, "You, uh, are you finished talking?"

"You can say you're curious. I'm not some monster who kills people at the drop of a hat."

Milan glanced at him, her nostalgia for the "familiar stranger" sealed away again, and she returned to her calm, time-traveling self, saying, "It's better not to ask too many questions. The more you know, the easier it is to let something slip and provoke the wrong people."

Pavel immediately fell silent, quickly shaking his head from side to side before lowering his voice and saying, "I understand, sir, I know the rules; is there anything else you need to find on the black market?"

"...It's nothing, let's go and see."

There are quite a few fancy contraband items on the black market, and it should be said that there are countless items that can be banned... but they are of little use to Milan.

After that, there were no noteworthy incidents: Milan was self-sufficient in food for the new members, and he could entrust his subordinates to purchase the clothing and daily necessities they actually needed. The cost was not significant when divided among various parties, so he naturally did not need to be ripped off on the black market.

Back at the base, after half a day of getting to know each other, his "canned" members had become somewhat familiar with the infected—although they were still somewhat distant. For example, during food collection and lunch breaks, they still gathered separately in their own small groups.

But given Milan's clear stance, they also came to realize the reality that they would "definitely be colleagues, at least in the short term"—and that they would all have to work under Milan's management until the disaster that was likely to come.

The members of "Canned Food" had rather mixed feelings.

They squatted to one side, munching on roasted potatoes with freshly made meat broth, their eyes occasionally glancing at the group of newcomers on the other side.

"Hey, Grisha." A worker nudged his colleague with his elbow, his voice barely audible: "You know, what the boss said... is it true? Is this city really going to be gone?"

The worker called Grisha swallowed the food in his mouth and muttered, "How would I know? But why would the boss lie to us? What benefit would he get from lying to us? Just for the little bit of money we risk our lives for?"

"Too……"

The man sighed, then glanced furtively at the infected: "So, these people are really going to be working alongside them from now on? Those stones on their bodies..."

"The boss hasn't said anything, why are you worrying about it?"

Another, slightly older worker interrupted him, his tone carrying a world-weary (and somewhat cynical) air: "In this world, just surviving and having enough to eat is good enough; they are infected, we used to be from the Rust Gang, who's cleaner than whom? Now the boss has given you a new path, and he's even giving you meat to eat, just follow along."

"And the boss is right—if the boss hadn't been messing with us, and a natural disaster really came, none of us would necessarily be better off than the others. We'll see how things go."

The newly infected individuals, on the other hand, were more cautious and dazed. Holding their hot food, they ate with even greater care, even though they had escaped the hunger and hardship of the dark workshop.

"Mr. Alexei."

A young man sidled up to the former political aide and whispered, "Can we really stay here forever? That sir......"

Alexei looked at the perfectly roasted potato in his hand and said slowly, "At least for now, we have food, safety, and... dignity, haven't we?"

* U705.COM First published: "This Mr. Jung's style of doing things is hard to fathom, but the power he has shown and everything he has provided has far exceeded our imagination: if he really wanted to harm us, we would have no power to resist - moreover, he had already given us the opportunity to choose, and if we accepted his protection, we should work for him. Haven't we already made up our minds to that?"

"So don't overthink it, just do what he tells you to do and survive, that's the most important thing."

He paused, then looked at the other side of the workers who seemed rude but were actually also cautiously watching them, and said:

"And I've also made some inquiries, and the people there are basically just ordinary people struggling to survive, just like us... at least just like we were before."

“Maybe we all work for the same boss, so there’s no need to be so distant… What do you think?”

Chapter 62 Bypassing Restrictions

Whether they are ordinary grassroots workers or infected people who escaped, they can all be considered to be at the very bottom of the bottom. The only difference is the degree to which they are at the bottom.

For people like them, sometimes you really can't blame them for being short-sighted: clear short-term benefits that are unattainable and unseen are out of reach, and long-term idealistic desires are too distant and too long-term. From the beginning, these are not issues that people like them, who "struggle to survive," should consider.

What they eat is what's real, and survival needs are the most fundamental; their ability to withstand risks doesn't support them in setting lofty and unrealistic goals.

For example, roasted potatoes can fill your stomach.

And there's the meat soup we're already having.

Yes, broth.

When Milan returned, the hunter had already finished dismantling the square boar: although he had never dealt with such a peculiar creature before, the boar's physiological structure was not complicated, much simpler than the animals in the Terra Wilderness, which allowed him to quickly complete the task despite some stumbling along the way; the internal organs and skeleton were removed, the blood was collected in a bucket, and the meat was simply seasoned, roasted, and then stewed to make a wild-style meat soup.

It wasn't exactly a fancy dish, but it was enough to move these people to tears – following the new leader meant they'd get to eat meat, and with such a definite reality right there in their mouths, what more could they ask for?

After they had eaten their fill, the tense atmosphere and estrangement between the two small groups seemed to have melted away a bit; it's unclear who started it—perhaps it was about the food, perhaps about the incomprehensible fighting power, or perhaps about Milan's ability to indiscriminately destroy everyone's worldview.

In short, starting with a few scattered exchanges, casual conversations about the "boss" began to cautiously emerge between the two groups, breaking the already fragile stalemate.

"What did you, uh, what did you do before?"

"Don't you know? We've heard that someone got it from you..."

"Hey, that kind of thing doesn't concern small fry like us... Don't be fooled by the fact that the boss is feeding us now. Back when that bastard was in power, we couldn't even get enough to eat."

"...Huh? Doesn't your Rust Gang already do shady business? How come you don't have money for smuggling and illegal immigration?"

"Come on, how could we possibly get a chance to do that? That bastard Boris always makes us do all the dirty and hard work, and he takes all the money to feed his thugs... The few of us who manage to earn a little money from the labor service are always living in fear of being cheated out of our wages."

"What happened to your original people? Like those thugs you mentioned..."

"What else could it be? They got slaughtered by both the new and old bosses. If you ask me, they deserved to die, they really deserved to die... But speaking of which, what's going on with you guys? I've only heard about it before, I don't know the specifics."

"Don't even mention it. Others might not know, but I only approached you because I heard you had a human smuggling business. Who knew I'd get ripped off so quickly..."

The workers started chatting with the infected person, and as everyone knows, once a topic arises, it's not so easy to let it go—especially among a group of well-fed men.

"I've heard of that before."

One worker raised his hand and said, "Although the gangs didn't do anything humane before, they were still involved in human smuggling, which is why they had a reputation for doing this business... But recently, about a month ago, Boris heard something and started doing this shady and deceitful thing."

About a month...

They all froze for a moment.

"...So, you, um, you are in those places."

After a brief silence, someone couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "It's... in those illegal workshops..."

"Yes, dealing with Originium."

The infected individuals revealed expressions of lingering fear and disgust: "Where do you think most of us got our Oripathy from?"

"That's no place for a human to live."

The worker nodded: "No wonder the boss wanted to take them down."

"Boss, cough... I mean, sir."

The infected person asked in surprise, "Has the master always been this powerful? I mean, do you often take down places?"

The workers looked at each other, bewildered: How were they supposed to respond to that? Were they the ones who were eliminated before you were eliminated?

We've only met once.

Someone coughed and lowered their voice awkwardly: "Well, the last time you guys... you raided our hideout."

Then came another brief silence—and once again, they found common ground; the workers and the infected tacitly changed the subject, and as they talked, they unconsciously steered the conversation toward Milan—Milan didn't eat with them, but instead went back to arrange for Pavel to take charge of the people, and then went to a few craftsmen's tables to ponder.

They watched Milan's retreating figure, and the way he seemed to be pointing at thin air, their minds filled with the same questions.

"What's the boss thinking about this time?"

So what is Milan thinking?

Milan is examining its gains.

He had already sent all the items he purchased on the black market to the craftsman's station for analysis, and the results were mixed:

-Related equipment blueprint [Shortbow], related module [Tinker's Construct Miscellaneous Items]

- Bow arm + Bow arm + Bow string

-Related equipment blueprint [Swift Sword], related module [Soul Cherry Craftsman]

- Swift blade + Swift sword guard + Tool handle + Binding knot

-Related Equipment Blueprint (II) [Craftsman's Arrows], Related Module [Soul Cherry Craftsman]

- Arrowhead + Shaft + Feathers

- Blueprint has been entered

The good news is that the blueprints for the shortbow and swift sword have indeed been identified, and with the addition of artisan arrows, he has basically filled the gap in ranged firepower before the development of wide-range tools.

Although the four-piece [Swift Sword] is still not ready to be crafted for the time being.

The bad news is that, unsurprisingly, the exquisitely crafted katana did not unlock the katana weapon for him, who already lacked the [Tinker's Soul Katana] mod.

He could still understand that.

However—even the gold and silver jewelry inventoried from Boris's estate, as well as the few representative pieces of jewelry he specifically selected from the black market, failed to unlock the blueprint for [Tinker's Soul Jewelry].

—Is this right?

Isn't this right?

I can accept not having a long sword; I didn't even put it in my bag. But not having a Tinkerer's Consecration jewel is a complete accident!

Or is there another condition that hasn't been met?

Completely oblivious to the subtle interactions between the two groups, Milan, immersed in the spirit of craftsmanship, was deep in thought.

As requested, the pig bones that the hunter had dismantled were neatly piled up. Although there were still bits of meat left on them, Milan didn't care at all—with [Food Temptation] in hand, he didn't need to worry about this waste. On the contrary, he had touched those bones with his own hands and was able to confirm another thing.

These bones can be used as [bone] materials.

Although there is a certain threshold for recognizing the workbench and not the entire skeleton can be utilized, at least four units of bone can be extracted from a pig, and the rest can be processed into fragments of bone meal.

In a sense, the freedom to obtain bone meal is the icing on the cake for his "unlimited food" puzzle, while the infinity of bones means the freedom of another material—and so another question arises accordingly.

Expand combat power.

Milan had considered this issue before: his creations exist based on the rules of Minecraft, and the excessive "use of materials" constitutes an unparalleled quality in the real world, but it is also limited by the weight of the equipment, making it difficult for him to use his creations to arm others.

In reality, the equipment he worked with was almost always deemed "insufficient in materials." He had even tried to make equipment parts that were "insufficient in materials," but the result was that he couldn't do it.

He can stuff real metal into the furnace and burn it into a fluid that the Tinker's Soul Furnace recognizes, or he can cast it into complete ingots and granules—he can even take out the metal granules and hammer them until they are deformed, and stretch them into rough shapes.

However, if we use the Tinker's Construct casting method, lay out the mold, and pour in the metal—perhaps due to the limitations of Minecraft rules, if we only operate in this way:

The lowest unit of material he can pour through the sprue is 10mb, or one grain. This single grain of molten metal will not cool and shape in the Tinkerman's Construct mold as it would in normal use. Instead, it will ignore the heat release of the material and simply stay in the mold as if it could stay there forever.

—Does this mean I have to be like a real blacksmith, using the Tinkers' Soul module to smelt various extraordinary metals, and then manually hammer the corresponding metals into equipment in a real-world way before I can make them available for ordinary people to use?

When Milan considered this possibility, looking at the stubborn molten iron in the mold, he couldn't help but give a genuine wry smile: it wasn't that he wasn't interested; the forging competition was so much fun, and who said that cyber blacksmiths didn't have the heart of a blacksmith?

The problem is, whether we go to Rhodes Island later or establish a stable base to conduct research slowly... I don't have the conditions for that research right now!

Is there any material that I can easily obtain, craft right now, and distribute to Terrans while bypassing the crucial [permission weight limit] requirement?

...Originally, Milan did not have this idea. After all, even wood was an extraordinary burden for ordinary Terrans, and bamboo could only be used for weapons. As armor, it could only be used to make the base plates of bamboo-steel parts, and it could not be put into practical use. As for bamboo-steel, it was even more out of the question.

But now—he looked at the bones still covered in bits of flesh, then at the dagger made of grain ingots in his hand, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

—Some in Milan, some in Milan.

One unit of material that can be identified as a bone is actually a "root" in reality, which weighs about 4 kilograms; a section of bamboo is actually a "segment", which weighs 1 kilogram, and it takes 9 segments to make up one unit.

—From this perspective…is it possible that, based solely on the standards of “early, temporary, and makeshift,” even if I couldn’t bypass the [permission quality], I could already craft equipment usable by Terrans?

“Pavel… uh, never mind, just pretend I didn’t call you.”

“Someone is coming from this area, infected person.”