On the container wall, a stone pillar had inexplicably appeared.
It was a dark gray stone pillar, over ten meters high, already exceeding the height of the buildings on both sides of the street.
A figure was perched atop the pillar, stacking cubic stones meter by meter.
The movements were steady and unhurried, yet the speed was terrifyingly fast.
Who else could it be but Steve??
Captain America grew anxious, hurriedly throwing out the words “Discuss this when I get back,” before leaping directly off the roof!
What is he doing???
Ten seconds later, Captain America leaped onto the top of the containers.
Several members of the Security Team had already gathered there, pointing their guns at Steve in warning.
“I repeat, please come down immediately!! Do not damage the defensive facilities!!!”
The blocky man atop the stone pillar responded loudly, “I, am building, no ill intent.”
Captain America raised his hand to signal the Security Team to lower their weapons and shouted toward the top of the pillar, “Hey!!”
Hearing the familiar voice, Steve quickly crouched repeatedly as a sign of friendship.
“Steve, you’re here! Quick, help me explain to them, I can build!”
Captain America sighed and rubbed his forehead.
“You… *Sigh*, just come down first!”
Steve froze for a second, then took a stride, swinging his arms as he leaped from over ten meters high!
“Hey, you—” Before Captain America could finish, he saw Steve holding something.
The moment he hit the ground—
*Ploop!*
Then, he stood before him perfectly unharmed.
Captain America’s brain stalled again.
In that instant, he had seen it clearly.
About one cubic meter of water was instantly released by Steve, and after he landed in it, it vanished instantly…
Captain America couldn’t understand what was happening at all, nor could he fathom how this blocky man did it, but he was starting to get used to it…
Captain America waved his hand to the Security Team members behind him, signaling them to leave.
“What are you do—wait, are you planning to help us reinforce the wall?”
Steve nodded.
“I believe your intentions are good, but the fortifications are everyone’s lifeline. Even if you were introduced by Professor X… no, even as a member, you aren’t allowed to touch the wall. Do you understand?”
Steve only half-understood.
Did the villagers in this dimension have such a strong sense of agency?
Villagers in the Overworld wouldn’t say a word even if you tore down their entire houses, let alone helped them build a defensive wall.
“Alright.” Steve compromised.
Since this other Steve had said so, the wall wasn’t exactly a necessity.
He pulled out his Netherite Pickaxe and turned to start mining the stone pillar he had just built.
But he mined from the bottom up…
Captain America watched helplessly as the bottom meter of the stone pillar was removed.
It was now floating, yet it remained standing firm…
Though he was becoming accustomed to Steve’s miraculous abilities, Captain America still instinctively reached out and placed his hand on the floating stone pillar.
How is this even possible… is it magic?
But the moment his fingers touched the stone surface…
*Thump!!!*
The stone pillar slammed heavily onto the top of the container, as if the laws of physics had suddenly kicked in.
It then slowly began to topple toward the outside of the camp, giving Captain America quite a fright.
*Crash—*
Finally, the stone pillar crashed to the ground, shattering into several sections.
Dust billowed and the ground trembled.
Captain America:???
Steve: ◨▂◧
Good, no need to dig anymore.
Steve jumped back into the camp and walked toward a patch of empty land.
Captain America couldn’t follow this blocky man’s logic at all.
What was he trying to do now??
He watched as Steve placed some kind of brown blocks on the ground with a *sh-sh-sh* sound, only this time he was laying them out in a row horizontally.
Is that… dirt?
Captain America really didn’t have time to watch Steve constantly.
He told the Security Team, “Keep a close eye on him. Report any abnormalities to me immediately,” and hurried back to the top floor to continue planning the next exploration route.
A member of the Security Team received the order and stood quietly not far from Steve, rifle in hand.
He looked calm, but his mind was already about to explode.
What do you mean by “abnormalities”???
This blocky guy just conjured several hundred square meters of square dirt out of thin air like a magic trick.
Does that count as an abnormality??
He dug a 2m x 2m hole in the ground and filled it with water he summoned from who-knows-where.
Does that count as an abnormality??
He dug trenches in the dirt at intervals and scooped water from that 4-square-meter hole to fill them.
Even though the hole was only 4 square meters, the water inside seemed infinite.
Does that count as an abnormality??
He punched a green belt by the roadside a few times, and suddenly a bunch of one or two-meter-high grass and red and yellow flowers grew there.
Then he broke the grass and repeated the process.
Does that count as an abnormality??
He… seems to have started farming, but the crops inexplicably burst with green light particles, and then he harvested them and started planting the next batch.
Does that count as an abnormality…
What the hell is an “abnormality” anyway???
After staring at Steve for five minutes, the Security Team member thought: Forget it, I’m tired, let the world end.
Anyway, he just watched as Steve placed a few more inexplicable cubes on the ground and tinkered around.
He had no idea what Steve was doing, but he couldn’t be bothered to care anymore.
Busy is good.
Better to be busy.
After an unknown amount of time, Steve suddenly walked over to him.
The weird man made of blocks crouched rapidly a few times in front of him and dropped a few items on the ground.
“Hello, I am Steve.”
The Security Team member was startled, his grip on his rifle tightening instinctively.
“Uh… hello, Alan Baker.”
“Alan, this is Bread, can eat.”
“Uh…”
Alan’s gaze slowly drifted downward.
These floating, slowly rotating, brown, oval-shaped, flat objects that looked like pixel art…
You call this…
Bread?
Alan hesitantly picked one up.
To his surprise, it felt soft to the touch.
No one noticed that at this moment, the physical properties of this piece of Bread made by Steve had undergone a complete transformation.
Alan held the Bread to his nose and sniffed.
It actually had the sweet aroma of Bread.
Alan usually had a large appetite, and with the recent resource shortage and reduced food rations, he hadn’t eaten his fill today.
Smelling this scent, a surge of hunger suddenly hit him.
Just… a small… bite?
Hesitantly, he put the object that might be Bread into his mouth.
Then he froze.
The moment it entered his mouth, it was actually quite springy.
It wasn’t at all like the dry, choking texture of survival rations; it was supple, sweet… the texture of whole-wheat toast.
As he chewed, the wheat aroma exploded, rushing from his mouth to his nasal cavity.
He even felt his eyes sting slightly.
Since the virus outbreak, he had never eaten such rare, wonderful Bread…
He stuffed the whole piece of Bread into his mouth in a few bites.
Even stranger, the Bread wasn’t large, but after he swallowed it all, a genuine sense of fullness welled up in his stomach.
It was practically the same as eating a full meal!
Alan looked down at the remaining pieces of Bread still rotating on the ground, then looked at the blocky man.
“What… what kind of Bread is this?”
Steve’s expression didn’t change at all.
“Just Bread.”
“No, I mean, why is it so…”
Alan didn’t know how to describe it for a moment.
So fragrant?
So soft?
So filling?
“This Bread, enough for you to eat?”
Steve asked while crouching.
Then, he began to throw out Bread.
One after another, as if there were no end…