Silver Wolf stared at the vanished avatar for two seconds and sighed.
“You!
You… *sigh*.”
Forget it, not worth arguing with her.
Silver Wolf refocused her attention on that modified area.
Data streams scrolled line by line across the screen, and the more Silver Wolf looked, the more interesting she found it—this wasn’t a standard modification; it was a method Silver Wolf had never seen before.
Crude but effective, as if a new layer of rules had been forcefully overlaid onto reality.
“Interesting.
Let me go see what the situation is.”
Silver Wolf flexed her fingers and tapped on the keyboard.
Her vision went black.
When she opened her eyes again, Silver Wolf was standing in an alley.
Sunlight poured down from above, and the air smelled of grilled skewers and fermented bean juice.
In the distance, someone was shouting, “Soda bean juice—hot, piping hot bean juice.”
Aurum Alley.
Silver Wolf looked left and right, confirming that no one had noticed her sudden appearance.
Then, her gaze landed on the alley in front of her—a stone wall, looking completely ordinary, but in her vision, there was a massive data void behind that wall, like a hidden room.
Silver Wolf walked over and pushed against the stone wall.
It didn’t budge.
“Tch.”
She used Aether Editing to directly change the wall’s data to “passable,” and then walked through it.
Behind the wall was a narrow alley, tightly sealed off by stone bricks, completely invisible from the outside.
And in the depths of the alley, a purple vortex hovered in the air, emitting an eerie light.
A portal.
It looked pretty convincing.
Silver Wolf stood in front of the portal, the purple light shining on her face, cool and carrying a scent of sulfur.
“Then let me explore how this game is.”
Silver Wolf stretched, loosened her joints—her cervical spine “cracked” twice—and then stepped inside.
…
“There, that’s how I got in.” Silver Wolf shrugged, her expression innocent.
Lux looked at her, mouth slightly agape, unable to speak for a long time.
She never expected that even after transmigrating, she’d have to carry a newbie.
Still, having one more person was a good thing; it was better than soloing in the Nether.
“I’m Lux.
That portal you mentioned is the Nether portal I built, and this is the Nether.”
“The Nether?” Silver Wolf tilted her head.
“By that logic, is there an Overworld?”
Lux looked at her with surprise.
“Yes.
But we don’t call it the Upper Realm, we call it the Overworld.
Unfortunately, I don’t know how to get to the Overworld right now.”
“So what are you planning to do now?” Silver Wolf asked again, her purple pupils shining with curiosity.
“By the way, does this game have any final boss or something?”
“Of course it does,” Lux said.
“But that’s too far from where we are now.
Since you’re here, just follow me.
I don’t know what happens if you die here; it might be Hardcore mode, where if you die, you’re really dead.”
She pulled a crafting table from her inventory and placed it on the ground.
With a “click,” the wooden crafting table with serrated patterns stood steadily on the Crimson Nylium.
Silver Wolf leaned in and poked the crafting table.
“What is this?”
“A crafting table.
Used for making things.”
Lux squatted down and skillfully opened the crafting interface.
Wood planks, sticks, iron ingots—she placed them into the grid one by one, crafting them item by item.
Iron helmet, iron chestplate, iron leggings, iron boots.
Iron pickaxe, iron sword, iron axe, iron shovel.
One by one, they appeared on the crafting table, were collected by Lux into her inventory, and then taken out and tossed in front of Silver Wolf.
Silver Wolf watched the pile of iron equipment growing on the ground and raised an eyebrow.
“So much?”
“Not much, just the basic set.” Lux didn’t even look up as she continued crafting.
She made two more gold helmets, put one on herself, and handed the other to Silver Wolf.
“Put it on.”
“Gold?
Isn’t this the softest metal?
What can it protect against?”
“It’s not for protection,” Lux pointed to the distant Crimson Forest.
“There’s a creature in the Nether called a Piglin; if you wear gold armor, they won’t attack you on sight.
If you don’t wear it, they’ll gang up on you.”
Silver Wolf looked at the gold helmet in her hand, then at the one on Lux’s head, nodded thoughtfully, and then put on the gold helmet.
Unlike Lux, whose equipment just added stats, the gear appeared visually on Silver Wolf.
The golden helmet pressed down on her long, silver-white hair, with a few strands peeking out from the edge, framing her delicate little face and looking rather comical.
Lux couldn’t help it; her lips curled up.
“What are you laughing at?” Silver Wolf glared at her.
“Nothing.
Let’s go.”
Lux collected the remaining equipment into her inventory, stood up, and brushed the dust off her knees.
“Keep the gold helmet on and follow me.
Let a veteran speedrun the Nether with you.”
“A veteran?” Silver Wolf followed behind her, her tone laced with skepticism.
“The way you were running away from that group of monsters earlier doesn’t look like a veteran.”
“That was a tactical retreat.”
“Oh.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“I believe you.” Silver Wolf’s tone was perfunctory.
Lux turned back and glared at her; Silver Wolf looked back, expressionless, her purple pupils carrying a hint of a smile.
The two stared at each other for two seconds.
Lux was the first to concede, turning her head away, her ears twitching involuntarily.
“…Let’s go, you talk too much.”
“Tch, if you’re bad, just practice more.”
“You—”
Lux took a deep breath, telling herself not to lower herself to a newbie’s level.
She turned around and walked toward the Crimson Forest.
Behind her came the sound of Silver Wolf’s footsteps, unhurried, the boots making a faint rustling sound on the nylium.
Lux’s tail flicked behind her.
Having one more person… didn’t seem so bad after all.