Chapter 14: Bull's Milk and Infinite Water
The deck had officially become a breeding ground.
Alvida was already fed up just looking at it.
Kuya Mi approached a chicken and touched its blocky body.
Though it looked hard, it felt soft—like real feathers.
The feathers couldn't be plucked.
They were part of the model, seamless.
"So amazing…"
The newborn chick didn't resist.
It even seemed to enjoy the attention.
"Can I keep it?" Kuya Mi asked, smiling.
Cheng Lang nodded casually.
MC cows, sheep, and chickens never attack players.
"Give it a few days. If it's stable, it's yours."
"Okay~ Thank you, Brother Cheng Lang!"
Kuya Mi was thrilled.
Meanwhile, Cheng Lang pulled out the bucket he'd been saving.
He approached the cows near the fence.
One bull was still staring at the square calf in shock.
The calf nuzzled its "fathers" affectionately.
Alvida looked confused.
"You're not going to milk them, are you? They're male…"
Moo!
Alvida watched in disbelief as milk poured from the bull.
She was stunned.
Hiss…
The bull, freshly milked, looked drained.
Its legs buckled.
It collapsed, trembling.
The other bull watched in horror.
Its eyes shook.
In two minutes, it had witnessed:
- A baby born from two bulls
- Its buddy being milked
Is this man a devil?
Moo!!
It backed into a corner.
But Cheng Lang approached calmly.
Another moo—and another bucket of milk.
Both bulls lay collapsed.
The calf looked confused, but kept nuzzling them happily.
"Want a drink?" Cheng Lang asked Alvida.
She shook her head violently.
Just imagining bull's milk was enough.
He turned to Kuya Mi.
She shook her head too—clearly disturbed.
"You don't know its value," Cheng Lang said, unfazed.
He reached into the bucket.
His hand touched the milk.
But when he pulled it out—dry.
No milk stuck to his skin.
He dug a hole in the deck and tried to pour the milk.
Nothing.
Upside down, mentally placed—still nothing.
"Looks like I'm in classic MC mode," Cheng Lang muttered.
He stared at the milk.
He could drink it—but without any debuffs, it was pointless.
So he moved on.
He filled two buckets with seawater.
Poured them into a dug-out puddle.
Stirred the water.
Pulled out his hand—dry.
"Mi, bring a small cup."
"Ah, okay!"
She quickly fetched one.
Cheng Lang dipped it into the puddle.
The cup filled instantly.
He sniffed it—no smell.
Took a sip.
"Tastes clean. Probably not seawater."
He downed it.
Refreshing.
Thirst-quenching.
"As expected."
In MC, there's no concept of saltwater.
Even if you scoop ocean water, it becomes fresh.
He placed two wooden blocks and poured water on the far left.
Infinite water source—created.
"Perfect."
Alvida watched, intrigued.
"What's that?"
"Water source. Infinite. Fresh."
"Real or fake?!"
She didn't believe it.
Cheng Lang handed her the cup.
She squatted down and poured water out.
No matter how much she splashed—
The water never decreased.
Kuya Mi brought a bigger bucket.
Alvida stood in the ditch and splashed for ten minutes.
Still full.
Silence.
"Your Devil Fruit is insane. Is it a Logia type? Like the Admirals?"
Cheng Lang shook his head.
"My fruit's called the MC Fruit."
"MC?"
"Yep."
Alvida didn't press further.
She figured her understanding was limited.
Even a Navy Admiral would probably feel clueless.
"Can we bathe with this water?" Kuya Mi asked.
"I'm not sure. Want to try?" Cheng Lang replied.
MC water had no concept of dirt—he couldn't guarantee it worked.
"…You better build a bathhouse."
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