On the way to the park, Ivan arrived in the world that the system had previously rewarded him with.
His consciousness seemed to be extracted and then instantly re-immersed.
One second, the Rhodes Island Squad was still at the humid sewer exit, heading towards the park in the twilight; The next second, the scene before Ivan’s eyes completely twisted and reassembled.
Under his feet was solid, square grass, emitting the pixelated scent of earth and green grass.
Above his head was an infinitely stretching sky made of azure blocks, with a few sharply edged white clouds silently suspended.
The air was unrealistically fresh, carrying a pure, expansive feeling belonging to the “world” itself.
Ivan stood on a vast and orderly, almost sacred, plain made of countless blocks.
“Is this… the ‘world’ that the system rewarded?” Ivan looked around; everything he saw was sharply defined, composed of pure geometric shapes.
Tall oak trees resembled giant green building blocks, their leaves were neat clusters of blocks, and the undulating mountains in the distance were giant, stepped earthen slopes.
This scene, beyond all reason, left him momentarily speechless.
Amidst his shock, an instinctive mantra, etched into the DNA of countless players, instantly surfaced in his mind.
Ivan almost subconsciously walked towards the nearest oak block and swung his fist at the tree trunk (or rather, performed a mental gathering action).
“To get rich, first punch a tree!” Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
A monotonous knocking sound echoed.
The tree trunk block began to show cracks with each “hit,” and finally, with a soft “pop,” the oak tree, like a deconstructed model, transformed into floating oak wood blocks.
They automatically flew into the suddenly appearing, translucent, grid-like inventory interface at the edge of Ivan’s vision.
“Obtained Oak Wood * 1” Ivan opened his inventory, preparing to craft a crafting table.
Almost simultaneously, a clear prompt popped up in the center of his vision: “Achievement Unlocked: Open Inventory!” “Reward: Wooden Planks * 32 have been added to your inventory.” “Hmph!” Ivan’s heart skipped a beat, and surprise instantly diluted the confusion of being in another world.
“There are rewards for completing achievements?
Then the rarer the achievement, wouldn’t the rewards be…” Ivan seemed to see endless treasures beckoning.
“Alright, let’s craft a crafting table then!” Driven by his thoughts, one oak wood block in the inventory interface was broken down into four wooden planks, and the four wooden planks were arranged in the classic 2×2 pattern he remembered— With a flash of light, a simple, unadorned crafting table block appeared in an inventory slot.
“Achievement Unlocked: What is this?
A crafting table!” “Reward: Torches * 16 have been added to your inventory.” “Haha, it’s true!” Ivan chuckled; this was like having a beginner’s gift pack accelerator.
For the next period, he completely immersed himself in the “development” rhythm of this block world: punching trees, making tools, digging stone, going into mines… he even boldly adopted the classic true man’s mining method.
After an unknown amount of time, when Ivan opened his almost full inventory interface to count again, a huge sense of satisfaction arose.
A little over 3 stacks of cobblestone blocks, 42 iron ore, 24 gold ore, 56 coal.
And the generous rewards obtained from completing a series of [Iron Age] achievements: A sturdy shield icon, a complete set of iron armor icons (helmet, chestplate, leggings, boots), and a full set of iron tools including an iron sword, iron pickaxe, and iron axe.
Looking at the dazzling array of items, Ivan broke into a wide smile, unable to resist muttering in a classic voice: “This mining, what a beautiful thing it is!” Feeling incredibly secure, his mind was now full of the enchanting blue glow of diamond.
Just as he took out his iron pickaxe, preparing to search for the coveted diamond, Two figures appeared without warning a few blocks in front of him.
The one on the left had a blue shirt, jeans, and a blocky head.
The one on the right, similar in build to Steve, had chillingly pale white eyes.
“Wait, you…” Ivan’s brain instantly crashed; the scene before him was completely beyond his comprehension.
One second he was happily mining, the next two “creator-level” beings were standing in front of him?
Before Ivan’s mind could recover from a jumble of “???”, Steve spoke: “Your companions are in trouble.
Go back.” Before he finished speaking, the Him next to him seemed too lazy to waste another second.
His pale eyes glanced at Ivan, and without warning, he raised his hand and flung it.
A sword and three glass bottles wrapped in crimson liquid accurately smashed towards Ivan’s chest.
Ivan subconsciously caught them.
“Take these.
Steve’s orders.
Go quickly.” “No, I…” Ivan was about to ask a question.
“Get lost.” Him seemed to fully grasp his thoughts, spitting out two words with extreme impatience.
Immediately after, to Ivan’s horror, Him’s leg, covered in grayish-white pixels, struck Ivan’s stomach with a force beyond physical laws and an irresistible might!
“Pfft—!” Ivan felt an overwhelming power surge through his entire body, and his vision instantly stretched into distorted color blocks and flowing light.
Ivan didn’t even feel much pain; he was like a soccer ball powerfully shot, turning into an afterimage, flying backward at an incredible speed!
“What the f—” “Him, you (Lungmen vulgarity)” “You motherf— couldn’t you have used a gentler method?!” Ivan was filled with indignation, and a roar filled with greetings to the other party’s relatives.
With a “whoosh,” he was completely kicked out of this blocky world.