"Boom!"
With a massive explosion, the shockwave kicked up a great amount of dust and debris. The courtyard walls and the house where Fang Mo was located were demolished, leaving a huge crater in the ground. Caught off guard, Fang Mo got a mouthful of sand. Fortunately, his current strength was strong enough to avoid injury from such a blast.
"Damn!"
Spitting out the sand, Fang Mo couldn't hold back any longer. He imdiately drew out his Manyullyn Sword: "You damn goblins are practically asking for death..."
However, as the dust settled, there was no sign of goblins.
All that was left on the ground, aside from the deep crater from the explosion, were a few narrow caves. These goblins were clever enough to dodge the explosion swiftly.
It was a good thing that these goblins were brought out from MC by Fang Mo and their loyalty to him had been forcibly maxed out. So, not long after the explosion, they poked their heads out from underground, sneaking up with mischievous grins, and stood again in front of Fang Mo.
"Master, hehehe..."
The group of goblins cheekily approached him, chattering excitedly: "This is what we're good at."
"I've already seen that," Fang Mo wiped his face. "You all are quite talented. So, what about those explosive packs? Do they regenerate automatically?"
"They are our own creation, master," the goblins explained. "When we were living in the tombs, we accidentally discovered the formula to make these things. They're much more effective than pickaxes for attacking enemies, so we usually carry so with us to ambush our foes when they're not paying attention, hehe... It's so much fun!"
"Oh, so they don't regenerate?"
Fang Mo nodded subconsciously upon hearing this.
In the ga, the goblins would sneak TNT near players when they were not paying attention, light it, and then quickly escape. Fang Mo was quite surprised that this chanism had been brought into reality.
But it seed that only the 'chanism' itself had been brought out.
As for the TNT, it didn't seem to regenerate infinitely like in the ga; once used up, they had to figure out how to make more themselves, a detail surprisingly in line with reality.
"Hehehehe"
Seeing Fang Mo lost in thought, the group of goblins began to snicker again. They squinted and smirked at Fang Mo: "Master, the goblin clan is willing to serve you forever. Please command us as you wish, hee hee"
"Not like that, can you stop laughing like this?"
Fang Mo couldn't help but say.
"Okay, master, as you command." The goblins were quite obedient. Upon hearing Fang Mo's words, they imdiately agreed but couldn't help trembling just a few minutes later.
"Hee...hee hee..."
The goblin apologized to Fang Mo while snickering, "Master, sorry, I couldn't hold it back... hehe!"
Seeing this, Fang Mo was sowhat speechless.
He guessed that this demonic laughter might be a setting of the goblins that they couldn't resist, just like their boundless loyalty to Fang Mo, all part of the world's rules.
Realizing this, Fang Mo didn't mind their laughter anymore.
After giving them orders to renovate the walls and houses, Fang Mo began to study the materialization of the villagers.
With just a thought from Fang Mo, Steve imdiately took out an Ender Dagger and handed it to Fang Mo. As Fang Mo reached out to take it, materialization was activated, and the pixelated dagger turned into a real one.
Then Fang Mo released the villagers inside.
Without any special effects, a plain-looking person suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Fang Mo observed this person for a mont. He was wearing a dark brown linen outfit with long sleeves, similar to the villagers in the ga.
However, his appearance... didn't have a droopy nose like the villagers, nor were his eyes green. His appearance was very ordinary, with brown hair and eyes, wheat-colored skin, and looked about twenty-sothing years old, completely indistinguishable in a crowd.
Upon appearing, the villager first showed a sowhat confused expression, then looked around.
When he saw Fang Mo, his expression imdiately beca extrely respectful.
"Master."
The villager put his hands in his sleeves and bowed slightly to Fang Mo, making a strange gesture: "I am honored to serve you, and I offer all that I have to you."
"Ah, this"
Fang Mo was taken aback upon seeing this villager who looked just like any ordinary person.
Thinking it over, Fang Mo asked, "What's your na?"
"I don't have a na."
The villager appeared quite natural in his response: "In that world, I had no thoughts, no feelings, and likewise no na. Or you could say 'villager' is my na."
"Is that so?"
Fang Mo nodded and then continued to inquire, "Do you still have mories of the previous world?"
"So, but not many."
The villager explained, "I don't have any specific impressions of that world. I vaguely rember fulfilling my duties in a daze. I didn't know who I was or why I was doing it until I ca here and my mind started to clear up."
"Oh, it seems similar to Ah Xue."
Hearing the villager's explanation, Fang Mo subconsciously nodded: "Do you rember being thrown into the Tinker' Construct Furnace to be refined into a gemstone while alive?"
"It seems I have so impression of that."
The villager tilted his head: "But... I don't have any bad mories or feelings about it. On the contrary, if it pleases you, Master, I would willingly endure it for a thousand years more. After all, that is my only purpose of existence."
"Really?"
Hearing this, Fang Mo also felt sowhat relieved.
It seed that these MC mobs were only granted life after being materialized in reality, like a cluster of data endowed with intelligence. The world's rules forcibly transford sothing that did not exist into a living being with a soul.
This was actually good news for Fang Mo.
Before being materialized, all MC mobs were just a mass of nothingness, data without real emotions, mories, souls, or self-awareness. MC is a world of one person, where everything around is a false creation to make that person happy, just simple 'settings' of MC rules.
Fang Mo could still create production lines or kill monsters in the MC world.
As long as he materializes them with goodwill towards these MC mobs, what happens in the ga... even these mobs themselves don't care.
MC Mobs: You just go ahead and build your power generation device; we love to see you happy and excited.
After heaving a sigh of relief,
Fang Mo then materialized several villagers.
Their appearances were different; so were handso blond, blue-eyed n, and others were middle-aged won with black hair and eyes. Fang Mo observed and found that their appearances seed random, with any ethnicity possibly appearing.
Fang Mo even materialized a dark-skinned villager who was a simpleton.
Of course, by simpleton here, it ans in the ga context - a villager with no profession, unable to trade, not that he is ntally deficient.
This villager had no problems with normal communication; he just lacked a ans of livelihood.
Yes, the villagers materialized by Fang Mo all had innate professional abilities. The leatherworker said he could make various leather bags, armors, belts, and such.
The priest imdiately recited the Bible backwards for Fang Mo, full of blessings from the deity.
However, it's worth ntioning that although these villagers were no different from normal humans, they had a hidden quirk: they really loved eralds. The mont Fang Mo took out an erald, their attention was imdiately captured, almost drooling, as if they would do anything for eralds.
Seeing the behavior of these villagers, Fang Mo was sowhat surprised, and quickly an idea popped into his /Bleam
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