Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

"Elder sister."

Petrova immediately straightened her back.

"Big sister!"

Big Bear instinctively brought his heels together.

"..."

Froststar nodded slightly in response to their greeting. Her gaze lingered on Milan's face for a moment, her calm eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny. In the past, Milan might have felt flustered, but now, he only felt a little nervous, but more so a complex mix of emotions stemming from the game.

"...is something wrong?"

Frostnova, of course, had no idea what Milan was thinking. His gaze wasn't offensive, but the complex emotions still left her feeling bewildered—her family had been unjustly exiled during the Ursus turmoil, and she had grown up in the Black Mine. Later, she joined the Infected Guerrilla and formed the Yeti Squad. After years of guerrilla warfare, it had become part of the nightmare of the North.

She had never seen such complicated emotions before, let alone with a complete stranger she was meeting for the first time—where did these inexplicable feelings come from?

"Yes, eldest sister."

Froststar's voice was flat, only as cold as ice crystals; Petrova immediately explained, "This is Milan, the craftsman brought by Cannot. He checked the equipment of several brothers in the shed, and the situation is not too good. I was just about to take him to the logistics department to see if there is anything usable."

“Craftsman, Kannot…”

She thought for a moment, then stepped aside and said, "Let's go. If you need anything, you can withdraw it from the warehouse. Just register according to the rules."

"Big sister, what's wrong with you...?"

"I'll go with you."

Petrova looked puzzled, and Froststar said, "I also want to see what kind of skills the people Kannot brought are capable of."

"I understand, elder sister."

Petrova responded.

So the bear quickly regained its energy and led the way, making a lot of noise. Under its guidance, they soon arrived at a reinforced, simple building on the inner side of the camp, which was more like a shed than a complete tent.

A heavy felt blanket hung at the entrance of the shed, and a smell of wood, rust, machine oil, leather, and dust wafted out. Inside, a dim Originium lamp was lit, its light barely illuminating the supplies piled up inside.

"Big sister!"

"It's alright, Petrova, take some people to look at the materials."

Three Yeti members were on duty inside. Upon seeing Frostnova, they immediately stopped chatting and stood up straight. Frostnova nodded slightly, then quietly stepped aside. It seemed that she had only come to observe on a whim, yet just standing there created a sense of pressure.

Petrova responded and turned to Milan, saying, "Here, that's all the belongings. If you have any questions or anything you don't understand, just ask me and register it with Vasily."

A short Yeti member on duty at the warehouse walked over without saying a word, his eyes filled with confusion and curiosity; Milan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the piles of supplies inside... or rather, the junkyard.

"Tsk..."

He almost reflexively uttered a sound of embarrassment.

Roughly processed timber, irregularly shaped metal, scattered leather, and some parts of unknown purpose; he stepped into this pile of supplies, running his fingers over the surfaces of each item to display jumping characters in the window.

—Insufficient materials, insufficient materials, insufficient materials…

Are you judging whether the materials used are insufficient based on the quality of the Minecraft props?

Milan rolled his eyes inwardly.

"By the way, what's that over there...?"

His gaze suddenly fell upon the depths of the warehouse, where a corner, painstakingly isolated within the shed filled with various objects, had been marked out as a distinct space; there, piled up some pebbles of varying sizes, shimmering with a dark luster, stirred something within him.

"If you need Originium, we have Originium Ingots here, or a staff will do."

Petrova’s voice was somewhat serious: “The Yeti Squad doesn’t have much, but they do have some resources. There’s no need to go after those scraps right away.”

"So, those things are Originium?"

Milan asked again, and Petrova nodded: "Originium fragments salvaged from the battlefield, ruins, and some scrapped equipment, or the occasional small piece of Originium core, are all dangerous things; no one will touch them, and they can't bear to just throw them away, so they can only keep them for now... Maybe one day when all else fails, they can be used as a last resort."

"Then there seems to be no other way."

Milan thought for a moment and said, "I have an idea, but it might cost a lot to start..."

"what do you need?"

Unexpectedly, it wasn't Petrova who spoke up, but Frostnova who had been standing quietly to the side; as soon as she spoke, everyone in the shed fell silent, and the woman from Cartes calmly met Milan's gaze with a look of inquiry.

"wood."

Milan shrugged: "I need to get some tools that I'm comfortable with first."

"Vasily, give it to him."

Frostnova spoke, instructing Vasily's Yeti members to immediately nod and register; not everyone in the Yeti squad was illiterate. He looked down and then up again, about to ask Milan what she needed…

Milan's hand touched the pile of timber, and in a flash, the astonishingly large amount of timber vanished into thin air.

"!?"

There were no special lighting effects, but everyone in the warehouse instinctively widened their eyes in an instant.

As the saying goes, to get rich, you must first cut down trees.

Milan chuckled inwardly, glancing at the [Wood] that had been directly added to his inventory, and pursed his lips.

—You still have to do it yourself, both planting and harvesting, for it to be sustainable. The amount of firewood they're gathering is far too meager.

While thinking this, Milan was also actively engaged: he closed his eyes and stretched out his hands as if touching something invisible in the air; in a dimension unseen by others, he was operating within his inventory and the character's four-slot crafting system.

However, from the perspective of an outsider in reality, this scene seems quite bizarre.

"boom--"

Several people instinctively shrank their necks.

A huge black shadow appeared out of nowhere from Milan's hand, just as the pile of timber vanished without a trace; before they could react, the shadow landed on the ground with a heavy thud.

They could even feel the ground shake!

(1 oak log = 4 oak planks = 1 workbench)

(In principle, one oak log is considered as one cubic meter, which translates to a weight of approximately 700 kilograms.)

"Master Mi... Milan?"

Fortunately, the thing looked square and didn't seem like anything that could cause harm, which prevented the group from reacting instinctively. Because of this, Petrova, who was closest, peeked out to examine it closely and cautiously asked, shocked by the strange scene, "What... what is this?"

"Why are you swearing? This is the beginning of everything, the source of civilization."

In high spirits, Milan made a pun and then laughed at himself; he turned around, patted the short cube, and said.

"Good, everything is still normal up to this point. It seems my brain isn't so bad that I'm hallucinating. That's good."

"How do you say that?"

"Now, it's time to show the real technology!"

Chapter 5 · MC-style Repair (bushi)

Let me start with something that's pretty ridiculous: according to the basic crafting formula in Minecraft, how many materials would it take to craft one crossbow?

To craft a crossbow, you need 9 workspaces on a crafting table. The required materials are 3 sticks, 1 iron ingot, 2 strings, and 1 tripwire hook.

Based on this, the tripwire hook, which is the only secondary synthesis material, is disassembled to obtain its synthesis resources: 1 iron ingot, 1 wooden stick, and 1 wooden plank.

So, to summarize, the required resources are:

- 4 wooden sticks

-1 wooden plank

-2 Iron Ingots

- Line * 2

right?

Let's ignore the weight of the line for now.

已知木料的种类按照MC最常见木质【橡木】计算，每立方米700公斤，那么1木板=1/4橡木原木=175公斤；1木棍=1/2木板=87.5公斤。

而众所周知在MC中1铁锭=1/9铁块，1铁块视同1立方米；那么按照铁的标准密度7874公斤/立方米来计算，1铁锭相当于近似875公斤。

Therefore, theoretically speaking, the total mass of the composite materials used in one MC crossbow is equal to 2275 kilograms...

Don't ask, the answer is always "this is how the code is written".

As for setting aside the actual performance of the MC crossbow in reality, if we were to actually use the formula from the cheat software to homomorphically synthesize a so-called "Ursus Standard Assault Crossbow"...

Milan felt that she hadn't lost her mind.

He figured the Yeti team members must be out of their minds.

Therefore, he first rejected MC's most basic equipment repair scheme: the same type of equipment synthesis repair method - it is completely unnecessary to consume so many resources to repair a piece of junk that is clearly marked as "insufficient materials" in its ability.

And he finally understood what "insufficient materials" meant: this thing identifies items based on the resource consumption level in Minecraft—who can withstand that? Everyone is "insufficient materials".

Then what should be done?

Milan remained calm, because the workbench had already provided him with the answer.

“大翼O尹企斯鷗究罒9捌熊”

"what?"

"Bring me your precious crossbow."

"Ah, ah?"

The young Ursus man was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and quickly handed over the old crossbow he had been carrying all the way; Milan weighed it in his hand, his movements quite professional.

But the actual weight was not determined.

He always felt that the fact that he had awakened the MC cheat after transmigrating had also affected his physical attributes. The evidence was that he didn't know how heavy the crossbow of the Earthlings should be, but the Russian-style crossbow used by the Ursus people was solidly made, and at the very least, it must weigh at least 20 kilograms.

How does it feel to weigh things in his hands?

The feeling is that there is no feeling at all: the moment he gets his hands on this item, it is simultaneously recognized by his [current quick item bar], that is, the [main hand equipment position], so no matter how he weighs it in his hands, it always feels like it is "just right" to hold.

"Tsk..."

Under the watchful eyes of the Yetis, including Frostnova, Milan clicked her tongue and placed the crossbow directly on the workbench. Instantly, without any mysterious sound or light effects from the seemingly square workbench, the old crossbow simply floated above the workbench.

[Overall Status Based on Data]

This is the functionality he felt from the feedback of the ability itself when using the crafting table interface... no, even before that, when using the simple crafting interface that comes with the backpack: functional blocks like the crafting table, in addition to their use as game functions, also have basic functions in reality that match their own settings.

The basic functions are "to review, collaboratively analyze, and assist in production repair work".

For example...

Under the dim light, the Yetis, who were already used to this environment, could see that the cube that Milan "conjured" was about one meter long, wide, and high. It was a brownish-yellow color made of wood and looked like it had undergone some kind of simple processing, with traces of human intervention such as ink lines and sanding frames.

The top of the cube is clearly outlined with black lines to form a nine-square grid, while on the sides of the cube are patterns that look as if they were drawn on, resembling a hammer, a handsaw, and pliers.

That thing was clearly just drawn on.

Milan pondered for a moment, then reached out and groped along the pattern on the side of the cube... and pulled out a pair of pliers and a hammer!

"?"

"?"

Having come this far, Frostnova, who had initially only come with the mindset of "seeing how skilled the new craftsmen really are," had to admit that she no longer understood this thing at all.

She watched as Milan pondered for a few moments before waving her hand. The old crossbow seemed to operate automatically as if it had been given a command, disintegrating into several different parts with a series of friction movements.

She watched as Milan tapped a few more times, and several parts detached from the suspension, while others disintegrated further, transforming into a dazzling array of individual components.

Milan picked a few from among them, and then used a hammer, pliers, and saw to work them out without any mercy. It was as if he was relentlessly pounding into them without any hesitation or doubt.

Then... he used the pliers he had taken from the painting to examine a few fragments repeatedly, as if comparing them to some unseen, illusory blueprint—he sighed, and after waving his hand several times, the fragments on the workbench seemed to receive instructions, and like a video rewinding when they were disassembled, they quickly put themselves back together.

The crossbow is still the same crossbow.

It still looks so old.

But at least, when it was reassembled, the awkward friction and bumps that occurred when it disassembled itself, and the awkwardness of its own structure, did not reappear.

"Here, take it back and try it out. You can also nock an arrow and test it if you want."

Amidst the stunned expressions of the crowd, all wondering "What is this? What is this?", Milan weighed the crossbow again and handed it to the bear, who was still gaping in astonishment, saying, "Let me see how well it can be repaired under these conditions."

"...Big Bear?"