Ivan’s consciousness slowly rose from a chaotic void, finally struggling to open his eyes.
What greeted him was a soft light and…
grass blocks?
Ivan sat up abruptly, finding himself on a patch of grass.
“Am I…
dead?” Ivan dazedly touched his chest, where a longsword had previously pierced him.
“What’s wrong?” A cold yet familiar voice sounded from nearby, carrying unconcealed disdain.
“Are you still half-asleep?
Did you forget you had a Totem of Undying on you?” Ivan turned his head and saw HIM floating beside him, arms crossed.
“Oh, right,” Ivan suddenly realized, slapping his head.
“But why does my body still hurt so much?
It feels like my bones were taken apart and then put back together.” He grimaced, moving his sore limbs.
Hearing this, HIM turned his head, avoiding Ivan’s gaze, and looked at the unusually standard grass block next to him, completely ignoring the question.
Just then, footsteps approached.
Steve, carrying a diamond pickaxe, walked steadily towards him.
He explained, “HIM forcefully took over your body the moment you triggered the Totem of Undying.” He paused, glanced at HIM, who was pretending nothing happened, and continued, “But he fought…
a bit too enthusiastically, and didn’t notice your body’s load in time.” “After all, you’re still just a human right now.” “Hmph,” HIM immediately retorted, “It’s not because this kid is too weak.
Otherwise, those punks would have been wiped out by me long ago!” HIM floated in front of Ivan, impatiently urging, “Hey, how long are you going to lie there?
Hurry up and eat the golden apple you just got as a reward for that achievement in your inventory.” “Wait!” Ivan caught the keyword, looking at HIM in surprise, “You know about the system?” HIM looked at him as if he were an idiot: “Please, it was that guy Notch who fished out your little soul, which died from playing games too much.
As for your’system’…
it’s probably a little toy Notch made for you based on your strange memories.” “Then why me?” Ivan asked the question he had held for so long.
HIM’s floating motion paused, and he seemed to think seriously for a few seconds.
Then he gave an answer that left Ivan speechless: “Because you just happened to die?” Ivan was utterly dumbfounded by this overly simple reason.
He decided to temporarily put aside this philosophical question.
He summoned the system interface.
“[Mission Completed: Ensure all Rhodes Island personnel evacuate safely]” “[Reward Issued]” “[Mods Unlocked]” “[Farmer’s Delight]” “[Butchercraft]” “[Better Storage]” “Huh?
This time they’re all casual life-skill mods,” Ivan stroked his chin, feeling the style had taken a sudden turn.
Ivan casually opened his inventory to check.
All his armor had broken in the previous battle, and only a few ender pearls remained.
But!
In the corner of his inventory, two stacks of golden apples and one stack of golden carrots lay quietly!
“This…
this is a bit too much, isn’t it?!” Ivan was shocked.
Were the rewards for this achievement so generous?
However, after the initial euphoria, he also noticed the two exceptionally conspicuous buff icons in his status bar: [Weakness VIII] (Remaining 47 hours 59 minutes), [Mining Fatigue VI] (Remaining 47 hours 59 minutes).
“…” Ivan sighed.
He had originally planned to take this opportunity to farm more resources in this space.
Like building an automatic iron farm or a Wither Skeleton farm.
“Looks like I’ll have to wait until next time,” Ivan muttered.
Then his eyes darted around, and an extremely fawning smile instantly appeared on his face as he rubbed his hands and floated next to HIM.
“Hey, I say, Big Bro HIM~ Since you, old man, gave me such a long buff this time, shouldn’t you give me something else for self-defense?” Ivan said, while frantically gesturing at HIM with his eyes.
“Like your ‘serpent blade,’ I think it’s quite good.
Hehehe…” Thinking of himself wielding the serpent blade and slaughtering enemies, Ivan couldn’t help but let out a very lewd, strange laugh.
“No.” HIM refused cleanly and decisively, even floating a little further away.
“Scram.” “Please!
Big Bro HIM!
You’re the best!
Please, okay~” Ivan immediately shamelessly clung to him, trying to hug HIM’s leg.
HIM was so annoyed by his persistence that he extended a finger and pressed it against Ivan’s forehead.
Stopping him from getting closer, he helplessly grabbed at the air with his other hand, and a dark purple stream of light flashed.
“Thud.” A pair of dual pistols, extremely sci-fi in design and flowing with dark purple energy patterns, were tossed into Ivan’s arms.
“Whoa, this is the requiem of the end.” Ivan recognized the weapon at a glance.
“Satisfied?” HIM asked grumpily.
“Satisfied!
Satisfied!
Hehehe…” Ivan caressed the cold gun body.
But the next second, he looked up again, his eyes incredibly sincere, “But I still want your serpent blade more.” Steve, standing nearby, saw Ivan’s shameless behavior.
He silently raised his hand and heavily pressed it against his forehead.
History, always surprisingly similar.
“Bang!” Ivan was once again mercilessly kicked out of this consciousness space by HIM.
“Scram.” Damn it, if you’re not giving it, then don’t give it.
Why be so fierce?
Ivan rubbed his butt, which felt like it had been kicked again, and slowly stood up from the cold ground, grumbling discontentedly.
The dust in the storeroom swirled up again, stirred by his movement.
Just then, faint footsteps came from the corridor outside.
They grew closer and closer, finally stopping at the door of the dilapidated storeroom.
In the dimly lit doorway, the figures of two young girls appeared.
Ivan instantly recognized these two “little bears.” Truth and Gummy.
After all, this part of the story was really…
Truth’s gaze quickly swept over the storeroom.
Broken windows, scattered junk, and this very suspicious-looking stranger of a young man in front of her.
Her eyes filled with vigilance, and she stepped forward half a pace.
Shielding Gummy behind her.
“Who are you?
Why are you here?” Ivan’s brain raced.
A smile as harmless as possible, even with a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness, quickly appeared on his face.
Ivan instinctively rubbed his stomach, his voice carrying just the right amount of weakness.
“Uh, I…
I was too hungry and wanted to see if there was anything to eat here.” Ivan’s voice grew softer and softer, and combined with his current weak appearance, he indeed looked like he hadn’t eaten for days.
Gummy looked at the young man in front of her, who didn’t seem much older than them and claimed to be starving.
Her sympathy immediately began to quietly outweigh her vigilance.
She gently tugged at Truth’s sleeve, leaning in to whisper, “Truth, he seems to be Ursus too?
How about we take him to Sister Zima?
Let Sister Zima decide.” Truth’s brows furrowed slightly, and her gaze lingered on Ivan’s bear ears for a moment.
She looked back at Ivan, her eyes still sharp, but her tone softened slightly, “You, come with us.”