Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

I never knew your crafting formula worked like that!

It's hard to say what "non-authorized quality" is, but judging from the meaning, Milan felt that it was the same as what he thought: the authority to "share the right to use one's own creations with others."

I'm not entirely sure; further research is needed.

As for it, it is...

Logically speaking, an individual should be able to bear as much weight as they have the strength to carry, right?

But he is different; in this respect, his attributes are illogical: Milan's strength is such that the theoretical total weight of his equipment determines the amount of power he can generate.

Holy crap, this is based on increasing strength through weight-bearing...

"So, is it because of this...?"

In the blink of an eye, Milan's thoughts passed in an instant. In reality, it seemed as if he only paused for a moment when he touched the handle of the wooden pickaxe before revealing a thoughtful and sentimental expression.

He picked up the wooden pickaxe from the workbench surface. The pixelated image of the pickaxe was particularly clear in his quick inventory. The pickaxe was theoretically weighed around 700 kilograms, but he felt that the weight was "just right" in his hand. Moreover, it seemed that at the same time he picked up the pickaxe, another force awakened directly in his body.

"Whoohoo-"

Milan weighed the wooden pickaxe in his hand. The 700-kilogram pickaxe swung powerfully in his hands, creating a heavy whistling sound. As everyone knows, when a man has a sufficiently straight stick in his hand, nothing can stop him from swinging a few times the secret techniques of martial arts.

He was the same; once he got his hands on the pickaxe, he had to start hammering something.

"bang bang bang..."

Soon, a gray rock exposed on the ground was doomed; cracks once again spread irregularly across the rock's surface and separated into complete square and round stones, but Milan was no longer surprised—the wooden pickaxe, which had run out of three durability points, was immediately retrieved, while the round stone quickly became a stone pickaxe.

There are also stone axes.

Once the snowball starts rolling in Minecraft, the scene completely overturns the common people's understanding of the act of "gathering resources".

Unfortunately, there were actually two "ordinary" audience members present.

Thus, Vasha and Igor, two simple Terrans, directly experienced the shock of the blocky worldview: Milan's movements in wielding the stone axe were almost mathematically efficient, and the stone axe was far more efficient at felling trees than by hand. One cubic meter of logs quickly fell off and then disappeared into Milan's body.

In just a few breaths, a tree that an Ursus strongman might not be able to accomplish in a whole day was transformed into a pile of pine needles and logs in Milan's inventory thanks to Milan's terrifying efficiency.

He even took the saplings into his body, and then planted a sapling in the ground for every tree he cut down.

It's just like planting rice seedlings.

"Have you finished chopping...chopped? (Unintelligible characters)"

Looking at the bare ground where "even the tree stumps were cut down," and the small trees planted all over the ground like seedlings, Igor felt his voice change.

"Let's leave it like this for now, it'll be enough."

Milan responded casually.

He controlled it well; his satiety level gradually decreased as he "destroyed blocks," but it stopped decreasing after a short time. Now, he was missing three of the ten chicken legs. He didn't feel any obvious weakness yet, but a phantom feeling of hunger had begun to affect his senses.

In the game, the maximum satiety (hunger level) is 20, which corresponds to the icon of 10 chicken legs. When the value is greater than 18, the player can naturally recover health. Now Milan's satiety level has dropped to 14, and the feeling he is experiencing is...

It seems like I haven't eaten enough.

That's probably what it feels like.

—We need to solve the satiety problem.

As he pondered this, he remembered the red wheat and potatoes in the Yeti Squad's warehouse...

Also, this forest is unusual for having sparse, withered yellow grass.

weed……

Chapter 11 - Ah, Grass

In the game Minecraft, you can't collect grass or leaves by hand; you need a tool like shears.

However, the reality is different; at least the pine needles [pine leaves] he was able to identify already showed a difference.

"Ah, grass..."

Milan reached out and pulled up some weeds, only to find that it didn't trigger the "Destruction by Hand" effect but instead displayed "Weeds (Incomplete)"; Milan thought for a moment, then looked at the pickaxe in her hand...

pat.

Wheat seeds

"Wow……"

Vasya and Igor were completely dumbfounded: efficient logging, floating trees, and now they were messing with weeds? The craftsman's behavior had completely exceeded their simple imagination; the two looked at each other and saw deep confusion and a hint of incomprehensible awe in each other's eyes.

Want to clarify?

Who's going? Are you going?

"No, there must be some deeper meaning behind the craftsman's actions," they said, looking at each other for a long time before finally reaching this conclusion, even though they didn't really understand it at all.

"Helping out" was a task, but I didn't know where to begin. I could only watch Milan's expressions change as she pondered, lost in her own world, seemingly oblivious to the world around her—more like some kind of legendary witchcraft than craftsmanship or Originium Arts.

Who can stand this.

"call."

The two Ursus bears followed cautiously for what seemed like an eternity before Milan finally let out a long sigh, dusted off non-existent dust, and stood up. According to the game's probability of wheat seeds dropping from bushes (1/8 chance), he had knocked down about twenty bushes and gotten three seeds each – not a lot, not a little, but roughly enough.

If his guess is correct.

So he simply said, "Let's go back," his voice calm, as if he had always been doing something perfectly ordinary.

This is perfectly normal for people with square blocks.

Only Vasya and Igor felt relieved and quickly nodded to lead the way, their steps even faster than when they came: they urgently needed to go back and report what they had seen, not because of surveillance, but because... if they didn't find some anchors to confirm that these things were indeed unreliable, they felt that their values ​​might be questionable.

"You, you keep an eye on Master Milan, I'm going to find Sister Petrova!"

Vasya couldn't hold back any longer when he reached the edge of the camp. He spoke to Igor incoherently, and before Igor could even open his mouth, he took off running towards the main tent in the camp.

—No, buddy!

Igor felt numb: Hey, what are you doing?

"Washa...where are the Vasha people? Never mind, you're fine as long as you're here, Igor?"

"exist!"

Igor straightened up reflexively.

"...I'm not a monster, why are you so nervous?"

Milan had no idea what they were thinking. In his view, weren't all his actions perfectly normal? More normal than Pinocchio's surname, Pinocchio. What was there to make a fuss about?

He simply looked around the edge of the camp, swept his gaze across a clearly open area, and pulled out a stone shovel.

"I'm going to do an experiment, please wait here for a moment."

Without waiting for Igor's expression, he picked up a stone shovel and stabbed it into the ground. Under the mechanism of "quickly destroying low-strength blocks" of shovel-type tools, the frozen soil was dug up and cracked like tofu. Milan once again won the title of well digger after the lumberjack, and he quickly disappeared from the ground.

All that remained was a square, dark entrance.

Igor: "*Sukabrücke*!"

—No, how come the person is gone? How is he supposed to explain this?

He looked at the hole that was sinking but not even spewing out any mud, and then at Milan, who seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye. He could no longer care about anything else and ran towards the main tent.

Frostnova was listening to Petrova report on the camp's situation in the main tent when Vasha burst in, trembling. Her face still showed astonishment as she gesticulated wildly, shouting, "Cube! Big sister! Cube!"

"The tree floated up! And the leaves, the axe, the sapling... whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, they were gone! Gone!"

"..."

Brother, are you sober? Do you know what you're saying?

"Vasha! Calm down!"

Petrova was completely bewildered. She frowned and scolded, "Explain yourself! What do you mean, 'floating'? Weren't you supposed to be with Master Milan? What happened?"

"It's Master Milan! It's Master Milan!"

Vasya stammered, "He thump thump thump! And the tree started to float up!"

He dug his own grave and buried himself!

Before Vasya could explain, a howl came from outside the main tent, and Igor rushed in.

He seemed just as frightened as Vasya, and was even more conscious... though what he said was equally baffling.

What does it mean to bury oneself?

"Just, that's..."

When Petrova asked him a question, Igor couldn't explain it clearly either, so he just gestured with his hands and said, "Like this! First, Master Milan slaps the weeds, and the weeds are gone! Then he conjures up a shovel, and chops the ground, and the dirt is gone too!"

"Such a huge crater!"

"And then, and then he disappeared!"

It's clear that this mischievous kid is trying very hard to organize his thoughts; he's gesturing wildly, as if he wants to use even his short tail.

But the elements described are even more outrageous than outrageous.

Even though it seemed so outrageous, Frostnova and Petrova were at least certain that Milan had pulled off something big; they exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, immediately got up and headed in the direction Vashaigor had led them.

When they arrived, what they saw was a dark, perfectly square hole in the ground, with Milan peeking out of it, looking as if she had grown out of the ground.

"artisan?"

Frostnova didn't speak, and Petrova asked, puzzled, "What are you going to do...?"

"Oh, perfect timing, they're all here."

Milan wiped her face, her eyes lighting up as she said, "Miss Frostnova, Ms. Petrova, I happen to have an idea."

"I need help to collect pine needles, leaves, and wild grass, preferably as much as possible!"

"……what?"

The Yeti members who had followed looked at each other, their expressions showing obvious confusion... and a hint of dissatisfaction: they had just set up camp, and some were on duty in shifts, keeping watch, taking care of the pack animals, and preparing dinner, while those not on duty were simply on duty or taking turns to rest.

Now that we've finally managed to have some peace and quiet, why do we have to collect leaves and weeds, such useless things?

"Craftsman, what are you collecting these things for?"

Someone couldn't help but mutter under their breath, "We don't lack this kind of kindling, and it won't even burn properly as firewood."

"Yeah, what's the use of this thing..."

This remark elicited a murmur of agreement; in their view, it really did seem pointless.

"Master craftsman..."

Petrova frowned as she looked at Milan, who was still half-submerged, and thought about the matter...

"Arrange manpower."

In this situation, Froststar suddenly spoke up, saying succinctly, "Do as he says."

—This isn't impossible.

Petrova agreed without hesitation, then turned and raised her voice, "Did you hear what your older sister said?"

"Those who are free, prepare to split up and enter the woods, do as Master Milan says!"

Chapter 12: Small Experiments

Frostnova's voice was unwavering. Perhaps she didn't often express her opinions with commands, but her cool voice held absolute authority among the Yetis.

No one questioned it. Only Petrova immediately called out to organize the people. Soon, several Yetis on their rest day, with doubt and obedience, picked up baskets and containers and walked towards the edge of the woodland.

Her gray eyes were thoughtful.

In recent years, the Yeti Squad has indeed made a name for itself, known as the Nightmare of the North and the Catastrophe of the Icefields. The Ursus army calls them that. However, it is undeniable that the Yeti Squad started out as nothing more than a makeshift group of infected who escaped from the Black Mine and followed the Shield Guard.

The Yetis have very limited knowledge and experience – only Frostnova herself, as the adopted daughter of the leader of the Shield Guard and the "Princess of the Yetis," has a greater sense of responsibility and more thought than the others who follow her.

Milan shrugged, turned around and burrowed back underground. The dark, square hole he left on the surface looked strangely inanimate and bizarre.

—What kind of animal would dig a hole for no reason, and why would it dig a square one? Is it obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Perhaps the first thing most people notice is this strange shape.

However, Froststar slowly walked around the pit, tapping the mud at the entrance of the pit with the tip of her boot.

It was frozen soil as hard as rock, yet without a single extra crack or collapse.