As an ordinary person, killing xenos with his own hands had somewhat changed his mindset.
"I am a Technical Player. I am a Technical Player. As everyone knows, Technical Players have no emotions."
After chanting this self-comforting mantra, Zeke's mood improved significantly.
He walked back to the wooden boat trapping Cow (the Stegadon) and dragged the boat to the water stream he had left earlier.
Rowing the oars, the man and the cow returned the way they came, "boating on dry land" all the way out of the ship and back to the surface.
"Hey, where's my torch?"
From a distance, Zeke saw that a piece of the wall corner he had built was missing. What tightened his chest even more was that a torch planted on the wall was also gone.
Zeke hadn't mined any coal yet, so he had to be sparing with every torch. He remembered clearly where he put them.
Jogging over to the Whiteshield's side, he saw the soldier gasping for breath on the ground. Zeke suppressed his questions and put the issue of the missing torch aside for now.
At this point, the Whiteshield's skin had turned pale, and his scalp was beginning to slough off.
Zeke lifted the bucket—the size of a washbasin—and poured the entire bucket of Beast Milk directly into the Whiteshield's mouth.
The Whiteshield's consciousness was sinking into boundless darkness.
In the blur, he saw his long-departed family, and a figure radiating golden light.
He almost teared up. "Is that you? Em..."
A powerful force yanked him back.
"Hey, hey, hey. Can you hear me?"
The Whiteshield looked around blankly, his gaze finally settling on Zeke, who was holding an empty bucket.
The plague effect was gone. It really worked.
Zeke watched with his own eyes as the [Zombie Plague] icon vanished from the Whiteshield's status bar.
A wave of joy washed over him.
So much for Nurgle's infection.
[A Great Entity is displeased with your actions.]
[Attract the attention of the remaining four Entities to unlock Mod: Artifacts.]
Seeing the text appear in the chat box, Zeke's face froze instantly.
"Cough, cough, cough." The green hue on the Whiteshield's face faded, and color returned to his cheeks, though the corroded flesh did not regenerate.
The Whiteshield felt something surging up his throat. Retch... The Beast Milk gushed out from his throat like a dam bursting.
I'm still alive? The infection is gone?
Memories came flooding back like the tide. The Whiteshield looked at his hands in disbelief. It took a long time for him to digest everything that had just happened.
Holding the empty bucket, Zeke took a deep breath. Offended is offended. It was bound to happen sooner or later anyway.
He took it in stride and opened the Whiteshield's Trading Interface.
Villager (Novice Weaponsmith)
15 Coal -> 1 Emerald
11 Emeralds -> Iron Sword [Fire Aspect]
The price dropped again. If he fully turned into a Zombie Villager and I cured him with a Splash Potion of Weakness and a Golden Apple, maybe I could get it even lower.
The thought flashed through Zeke's mind.
Of course, he was just thinking about it. For one, Golden Apples were expensive. For another, the person in front of him wasn't a villager who only knew how to say "Hmmph," but a living, breathing human being.
Zeke crouched down and leaned in front of the Whiteshield.
My reputation with him has increased so much; I should be able to get answers to my earlier questions now.
"What's your name?"
"Dance." He paused, looking at Zeke. "My name is Dance."
Zeke then asked for the time and location. He learned that it was currently the end of the 41st Millennium, and the place he was in was the Tyrok Fields.
While answering Zeke's questions, Dance crawled toward the nearby ruins, where a corpse, long devoid of vital signs, was buried.
Seeing the grief on his face, Zeke chose to give the soldier some time alone.
Passing by the Stegadon, Zeke refilled the milk buckets.
The Cow, with dull, lifeless eyes, shook its body twice, gave up struggling, and allowed itself to be milked.
After saving Dance, Zeke trekked along the ruins, looking for wood. The logs he got from the Bonus Chest were all used up.
Because of the ship's explosion, the few trees in this ruin had been ignited and burned into charcoal.
Chopping them with the stone axe yielded a few pieces of [Charcoal].
Charcoal. In Minecraft, Zeke rarely used this stuff.
After all, mining coal usually yielded a huge stack, so there was no need to burn logs into charcoal.
Zeke cleared the remains of the trees, pocketing the pieces of charcoal.
A burnt tree dropped about 4 pieces of charcoal. In no time, he had collected 24 pieces in his Inventory.
At the edge of the ruins, trees gradually became more common.
The trees on Cadia were shorter than imagined, their gnarled branches reaching toward the sky.
To get rich, first punch trees. Zeke walked to the nearest tree, raised his stone axe, and began what should have been the first step.
A few chops later, the mined trunk shattered, turning into drops that flew to Zeke.
Without support, the trunk sections above didn't fall according to gravity but remained suspended in mid-air.
He chopped down 8 trees in one go, collecting 64 [Logs] and 3 [Saplings].
After finishing the logging, Zeke put the stone axe back in his Inventory and looked at the weeds by the tree.
The soil under the tree was compacted, with sparse grass stems crawling over it—perfect for getting Wheat Seeds.
Zeke took out the one Bone from his backpack, crafted it into Bone Meal, took a pinch, and sprinkled it on the nearest withered grass.
The withered, curled grass stems came to life and stood upright.
Not enough. Zeke continued to sprinkle Bone Meal. The second handful landed on the cracked, compacted soil nearby.
Tender green shoots broke through the soil, poking their heads out to form a patch.
Zeke took out the Water Bucket and placed it on the ground.
Under the wash of the water current, the weeds were broken, and a [Wheat Seed] dropped.
Mission accomplished. He collected the water. Looking at the last pinch of Bone Meal left in his backpack, Zeke thought about how keeping it would waste a slot, so he casually sprinkled it at his feet.
Green grass surged up again, but this time, there was a splash of red—a Poppy.
Zeke's nose twitched, and he instinctively took a deep breath.
The stench of Nurgle's creations didn't need further explanation; since transmigrating, his nose had suffered quite a bit.
Zeke leaned toward the Poppy to pick the flower, but something beat him to it.
It was a gust of wind.
At first, it was just a breeze ruffling the hem of his clothes. Then, the wind intensified, kicking up dust and ash from the ground.
The Poppy was swept up, spinning as it flew toward the sky.
My flower!
Zeke looked up, his gaze following the rapidly shrinking red dot, and his whole body shuddered.
He probably understood where this sudden gale came from.
A shadow that blotted out the sun covered Zeke as a magnificent, colossal ship swept over the ruins.
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Should I add explainations next to words like Wheat Seeds to explain what they are or what they are used to?