Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

Milan waved his hand and said, "This is not the place to talk business. Please come with me."

What kind of place is it?

Even someone as skilled and daring as Herag, who was always ready to break through the encirclement, was taken aback when he arrived at Milan's true "base": unlike the dark and rusty outside, after passing through a stone wall, there was a cold steel structure overhead, and thick soil was visible to the naked eye in front of him.

The bright light from the Originium lamps overhead mingled with the firelight, creating a warm, soft glow that illuminated the crops emerging from the soil, revealing their lush greenery and vigorous growth. Clear pools of water lined the edges of the soil, and even trees had sprouted in the more remote corners, creating a fantastical landscape of life in this underground space.

This also gives the air here a refreshing and clear feel, making people feel happy just by breathing it – a world apart from the oppressive smell of the underground city outside, which is mixed with engine oil, rust and dust.

—You call this a stronghold?

When he looked at Milan again, even Hrag's eyes changed: he had been running Azazel in Chernobog for a long time, and if there really was such an unconventional natural paradise, he would have known about it even if he couldn't get his hands on it.

Then there's only one possibility: this area carved out deep within the steel structure was created by this young man.

The scenery before him was beautiful, even rare in a mobile city, but it wasn't enough to hold Hrag's attention for long; more striking than the still landscape was a line of figures moving about on the metal ground beyond the thick soil.

It was a group of more than a dozen people, of varying heights, but all wearing white armor of the same standard. The white armor included helmets, torsos, leg armor, and boots, and even though it was simple, it clearly looked like standard equipment, with that feel in both style and material.

His eyesight was so sharp that he could tell at a glance that sweat was streaming down the sides of these people's faces under their helmets, excluding the faceplates, which fully demonstrated the weight of their equipment—some of them were even infected with crystals on their faces!

—Is this what you made the infected people you rescued do?

For a moment, Hrag even wanted to ask aloud, but then he realized something was wrong: the infected, who should have been tormented in the black workshop and needed to rest and recuperate after escaping, were not as weak as he had thought; on the contrary, these infected who were now wearing armor and doing physical training were even more energetic than the non-infected who were training with them.

Although they looked tired, their eyes were bright and clear, radiating vitality and strength with hope for the future, completely unlike the sallow-faced, emaciated, and struggling people he often saw.

"Amazing."

After observing for a long time, Hrag exclaimed with barely concealed shock.

Of course he didn't know: Milan had too many incredible things to offer, and he had previously lacked the time to study the treasure he held in his hands; for example, the question he had discovered while distributing potatoes to the workers—what exactly was the supplementary function of MC food.

Just like how you get full meat by slaughtering Minecraft animals in a realistic way.

While the bones and skin obtained in this way can still be identified as materials, somehow the meat can no longer be identified as Minecraft meat. In contrast, after comparing real-world food and Minecraft food, Milan finally figured out the mechanism behind satiety and saturation.

【Satiety】is a conceptual nutrition. In a sense, even Terrans who don't have the concept of "hunger" can enjoy the surreal nourishing effects of MC food. It ignores issues such as nutritional balance, high-quality protein, and absorption efficiency, and can directly replenish the energy after high-intensity training or even the energy deficit accumulated by infected due to harsh work.

—Don't ask, that's how the code is written.

As for "saturation," it is a more obvious but immediate way to replenish physical strength, directly compensating for extra physical energy—this is why Milan chose to put the physical training of infected individuals on the agenda and use it to support such training.

After settling down for a while, the self-sufficient Milan lurked comfortably like a deep-sea monster, completely oblivious to the extent of the turmoil he had stirred up above him.

Correspondingly, with an unlimited supply of MC food and ample meat, these ragtag groups with only ambition are being forged into the rudiments of an "organization" with unprecedented efficiency.

The formal talks took place at a makeshift table made from two wooden staircases turned upside down.

Hrag briefly explained the situation outside: from the chain reaction triggered by the bounty at the iron foundry to the tense atmosphere and abnormal resistance of the infected, everything made Milan, who was hiding from the storm, understand.

What kind of infected person would have the courage to resist after being oppressed for a long time?

That must be those gangsters who're used to bullying others, and they've finally caught the Great White Shark while they were slacking off.

He felt a little schadenfreude, but mostly calm: the game was already set, the arrow was on the bowstring, and it was impossible to change the big events by just making a few small moves.

After seeing Milan calm down, Hrag changed the subject and brought up another matter Milan had mentioned: signs that some of the nobles at the top of Chernobog had indeed evacuated the city under various pretexts, which he had confirmed through special channels, and that these signs should have started quite some time ago.

"The storm of nature has not yet arrived, but the storm of the human heart is already showing signs of gathering together..."

He sighed: "You're right, young man. These are enough to convince me that you're not exaggerating."

As he spoke, Herag took out a file folder and pulled out a rather formal handwritten document, handing it over.

"This is a draft cooperation proposal drawn up by Azazel, based on your suggestion of exchanging food for medical support, including regular check-ups and Oripathy suppression."

Milan took it, glanced at it, and then promptly handed it to his deputy, Alexei: "It's yours now, just going through the motions."

Herzog Liulu V Wife Pa u (two =) Rag: "..."

Alexei: "..."

The two were speechless for a moment, but Milan spoke up: "There's no problem with the basics of cooperation, but I have an additional requirement."

"please say."

Herag said seriously, while Milan tilted his head and gestured to the small fry who were eagerly eavesdropping on things like "infected suppression" during their break, saying, "I hope Mr. Herag, the 4-fin master Wu Liang, can help me train these guys."

Helag: "?"

"Weapon usage, squad coordination, combat awareness..."

With each item Milan mentioned, Hrag's expression became more subtle: inviting retired generals to train armored soldiers in this and that—in classical times, who would believe you weren't plotting a rebellion?

But after saying that, Milan clapped his hands and said, "I've given everyone less than a month to prepare. I don't expect them to produce any results. I just hope they can have a basic foundation and look decent."

"Don't worry about the price; I can offer more grain as payment."

Herag glanced at the soldiers who, though exhausted, quickly regained their spirits after sitting on the ground and crunching on some carrots. He pondered for a moment: short-term recruit training was not difficult for him, and earning some extra money was not a bad thing, regardless of whether the natural disaster Milan predicted would come.

He nodded at that, but turned his face to look at the two plots of farmland.

“I can agree to this… but if I may be frank, Mr. Jung, while I believe Azazel’s offer is fair, it’s not a small amount when converted into grain, let alone meeting your requirements…”

"With just these two plots of land, isn't it a bit..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear—it wasn't that he doubted Milan's sincerity, but that this judgment was indeed a bit too common sense... Well, actually, it's a bit ridiculous to talk about farmland in front of a gang that controls smuggling channels.

As soon as he said it, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Then he experienced the same common sense-shattering blow as Milan's previous two groups of subordinates—Milan stood up, walked to an ordinary wooden box, opened the lid, and reached out his hand.

Then, they pulled out a whole piece of meat that was even bigger than the wooden box!

Hellagur: "??"

With forty-four years of combat experience, having risked my life for Ursus, what haven't I seen?

...I've never seen this kind of trick before.

From the moment Milan's "Food Temptation" attribute took effect, it would be a joke to measure Milan's productivity by the laws of actual production—grain brought livestock, livestock brought skeletons, and both qualified and unqualified bones could generate bone meal; for Milan, the freedom of bones also meant the freedom of bone meal, and in a sense, meat became a byproduct of his acquisition of bone materials.

Bone meal means wheat, and wheat means grains—thus the cycle is complete: in this cycle, the amount of food that can be accumulated depends entirely on how much patience Milan has to squat in the field and sprinkle bone meal.

How do we define infinity? In our Minecraft world, it's like this.

"...I understand. We'll prioritize resolving the cooperation terms, and I'll find a way to arrange the training."

The visual impact was more powerful than any explanation. Helag took a deep breath, and his last bit of concern vanished. With the matter settled, he breathed a long sigh of relief. Then, after thinking for a moment, he pulled out another thin document from the file bag.

"There's one more thing, this is the intelligence you commissioned to investigate with an advance payment: Chernobog is not an academic city, there aren't many research institutes built in the last twenty years, and even fewer that have fallen into disrepair."

"Interestingly, I encountered some resistance during the investigation... But after filtering through the options, this is probably the place you're looking for."

He tapped the photo and said, "The military was involved, there was academic persecution, and there was a person in charge named Sergei."

"Please be careful if you take any further action, as there seems to be more involved."

"I understand."

Milan took the document, and roughly understood: what kind of expression would she have if the little rabbit led the team to open the doctor's box and found a "Thank you for your patronage" note?

It sounds interesting, but let's just leave it at that—with that thought, Milan smiled, pressed the file button, and said, "Well then, it's a pleasure to work with you."

"Pleasant to work with."

Herag nodded, but coughed and said somewhat awkwardly, "Excuse my boldness, but if possible, could the first batch of supplies be arranged as soon as possible?"

“…That’s not impossible.”

Milan looked at the outpost, patted his knees, stood up, and said, "I'll go with you."

Hellagur: "???"

He was genuinely taken aback for a moment, and then he saw Milan pick up a square wooden bucket, hold it up in front of several large boxes for a while, and then hoist the bucket onto her shoulder.

He thought for a moment, and really wanted to speak, but in the end he didn't ask the question, "How much can this bucket hold?" Soon, led by Hrag, they returned to the surface through several hidden paths and finally arrived in front of a seemingly inconspicuous house.

After passing through several hidden doors and bypassing the houses, Milan followed Helag into a secret passage behind the alley, finally entering the interior of Azazel. It must be said that the majority of the members here were teenagers. Young people and even children, whether they were resting or busy, looked over, greeted Helag, and curiously examined Milan.

A white-haired girl named Felin stepped forward, looked at the two of them, and said, "You're back, Father."

"Who is this……?"

From the outside, Azazel's Clinic looks like an ordinary house, but inside there are winding passages and secret doors leading underground.

Milan, just following behind Herag, felt that the road was designed with some ingenuity and complexity; after turning left and right, they finally arrived at a basement where they could not hear the noise of the street. There were some shelves and boxes, and some sparse ingredients and daily necessities, but they were obviously not plentiful.

“Just leave it here.”

"I've brought Milan to the warehouse," Hrag said. Other members of Azazel curiously gathered around, saying they were willing to help, but they didn't really think Milan could bring much.

If one person carries one bucket, how much supplies can it hold if it's full?

Then they witnessed a scene that defied common sense.

Milan shrugged and took down the bucket he had been carrying on his shoulder, which he hadn't put down even when someone kindly tried to take it from him when he first arrived. The bucket looked to be made of solid wood, about a meter square, and even when full, it would only weigh about a hundred kilograms.

That's what the Ursus kids all think.

Unexpectedly, the wooden bucket made a rather solid sound when it landed on the ground.

"boom!"

Hrag's expression changed immediately.

The expressions of the young Ursus people changed even more clearly: this group of energetic teenagers had done a lot of physical labor before, and they usually carried a lot of things around, so they actually had some understanding of the concept of weight.

The young people looked at each other, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

However, something was still amiss.

Right in front of them, Milan showed an interested expression. He reached out and knocked open the lid of the wooden barrel, then reached in and—right before everyone's eyes—pulled out a large chunk of meat, bigger than the barrel itself, still bearing traces of ribs!

Young man: "...Huh?"

Amidst their widening eyes and rising gasps of surprise, Milan seemed to be probing into a bottomless pit, continuously hauling out supplies from the limited-sized wooden barrel: bundles of cucumbers, large cabbages, sturdy sweet potatoes and corn, as well as Chinese cabbage and white radishes—and meat, an undeniably fresh meat so delicious that its raw aroma alone was enough to whet one's appetite.

"Gudong..."

It might not just be arousing appetite, but simply looking at it can make some people feel hungry.

"Wow!"

"How...how did they do that?"

"Originium Arts? There are such Originium Arts?"

"Did you see the casting unit?"

The teenagers gasped in disbelief, their eyes wide as if watching an incredible magic show. It took them a long time to realize they weren't watching a performance, and they quickly scattered to help sort and arrange the ingredients.

Nain also witnessed this scene. Her eyes were filled with disbelief as she turned to look at her adoptive father, Herag. In her worldview, this rather old adoptive father seemed to be a well-traveled and knowledgeable man, and she could find answers to any question from him.

This time, however, Hrag only shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with an incomprehensible helplessness—even though he had already witnessed Milan's ruthless tactics before…

But I never expected this "very" to be so "very"!

The eager teenagers quickly got to work, while Milan, having finished taking out the supplies, sat against the wall with her wooden bucket, watching with great interest as they sorted through these precious items. Several children who weren't yet "teenagers" gathered around, chattering excitedly with wide eyes.

"Uncle, how come your bucket can hold so much?!"

"Uncle, uncle, uncle! Is there a granary in your bucket?"

The bolder children dared not approach directly, yet they couldn't resist their curiosity, so they stood around Milan on tiptoe, as if trying to see what secrets were inside the bucket.

Looking at the innocent eyes of the group of bear-eared, fluffy-furred kids who resembled Pokémon bear cubs, Milan chuckled. She casually picked up the bucket, turned it over to show the children its empty bottom, and said with a smile, "Uncle's bucket is a treasure! Only the chosen good kids can see the treasure inside!"

He had already experimented on the infected. Without his interaction permissions, these functional blocks were just "ordinary square tools" to the Terrans; they couldn't activate the blocks' functions, even if it was just a wooden barrel, it was still a "wooden barrel" in Minecraft.

For Milan, this is a portable warehouse made entirely of wood, weighing about one ton, and containing 27 compartments.

To others, it's just an ordinary wooden barrel—and even if it's filled with something, they can't see the items placed in their inventory slots.

So he could confidently show it to the kids, and even push the wooden bucket over for them to play with—but before that, he would take out a few bright red carrots from his inventory, break them open, and distribute them to the little ones like candy.

"You can't just call me 'Uncle' for nothing. Here, try it and see if it's sweet!"

"Thank you, Uncle~~~"

The children thanked him in unison with clear, childlike voices, their drawn-out sounds bringing a knowing smile to Milan's face. Taking advantage of the children's distraction by the food and their loss of interest in the wooden barrel, Hrag cleared his throat and formally introduced:

"Let me formally introduce you, Mr. Jung, this is my daughter, Nain."

"This is Mr. Jung, our supplier for the next period of time."

It's perhaps not worth speculating about what kind of family situation a Liberi of divine lineage could have given birth to a girl named Felin—the Felin girl beside him is dressed in a functional workwear outfit that is "not flashy but makes you feel like this character was born sooner or later," with a delicate yet heroic air, and the contours of her eyebrows and eyes also have a familiar feel of mixed Eastern ancestry.