"Could it be... that my last words were turned into a Modpack?"
Thinking of that, Fang Mo was stunned as well.
This was fucking ridiculous. If he'd known, he would've talked a little more before dying. Forget the other mods—at the very least, he should've asked for something like Equivalent Exchange before kicking the bucket, right?
After standing there and agonizing over it for a while, Fang Mo finally sighed helplessly. "Sigh, forget it. At least it didn't give me TerraFirmaCraft."
Since Fang Mo had awakened Steve as a stand-in rather than becoming Steve himself, he could actually multitask. Just like when playing a game, Steve chopped trees over there while Fang Mo thought about how those mods would affect his future.
Fang Mo was quite familiar with Pam's HarvestCraft. He had often run into it when playing on servers before. It was basically a fun mod that added new crops, cooking tools, and food recipes.
But for Fang Mo, this was not good news.
Although Pam's HarvestCraft added a huge number of new food recipes to the game, it also severely reduced the hunger restoration of vanilla ingredients.
The easier food was to obtain in the game—things like Potatoes, Apples, and Carrots—the less hunger it restored, unless he was willing to spend a great deal of time crafting a full set of Pam's HarvestCraft cooking tools and turning simple ingredients into elaborate dishes.
But the problem now was...
Fang Mo simply couldn't remember Pam's HarvestCraft's crafting recipes!
If this were a game, Fang Mo could just look up a guide. But now that he himself was in the MC world, what fucking guide was he supposed to look up?
Fang Mo considered himself a normal person. Aside from the more commonly used vanilla crafting recipes, he couldn't remember a single complicated one. Those mods added thousands upon thousands of crafting recipes to the game. If someone could memorize them all, there was probably something seriously wrong with their brain.
"That was careless."
The moment Fang Mo realized he had no way to check the crafting recipes, he went completely numb. "If I'd known, I would've asked for JEI or NEI before I died. Even the G-key Crafting Table would've worked..."
Pam's HarvestCraft itself was actually manageable.
After all, Fang Mo had always been too lazy to play with that mod. At worst, he would just get more Potatoes. If three baked Potatoes couldn't fill him up, then surely ten would do the job, right?
What truly gave Fang Mo a headache were the other mods.
For example, Avaritia.
Without a crafting list, the recipe for the Infinity Catalyst alone would be enough to kill Fang Mo on the spot.
While Fang Mo was worrying over the crafting recipes, his stand-in had continued chopping trees faithfully. Since Steve chopped trees as quickly as he did in the game, his backpack was soon full.
Noticing this, Fang Mo could only temporarily put aside his worries about the crafting recipes and start organizing the inventory.
After a period of hard work, Steve's backpack contained roughly seven stacks of wood, over half a stack of Cobblestone, several Stone Pickaxes, and as for the rest... it was basically all kinds of fruits and vegetables from Pam's HarvestCraft.
At the same time, the sky had completely darkened.
Faint, low groans could be heard in the forest, along with clacking sounds like bones knocking together.
Upon hearing those sounds, Fang Mo finally reacted. Apparently, he had been spacing out for too long and had overlooked the arrival of night, so monsters had already begun spawning nearby.
Perhaps the first night in the MC world was extremely dangerous for newbies.
The Zombies lurking in the darkness seemed endless, while the Skeleton Archers' arrows always caught people off guard.
Not to mention those silent Creepers. Once they began to hiss, there was only one outcome waiting for newbies... being blown to pieces.
But scenes like that could only happen to newbies at most.
As for Fang Mo...
Who was Fang Mo?
A hardcore veteran MC player, a humanoid Wither fighter, the number one god of war on the entire server!
Emmm...
Ever heard of dig-three, fill-one?
Seeing the eerie monster shadows among the surrounding trees, Fang Mo didn't hesitate. He directly controlled Steve to dig a three-block-deep hole on the spot, then stepped on Steve's shoulders and jumped inside.
There was no helping it. The blocks in the MC world were enormous, each one meter by one meter. Steve could jump straight into a three-meter-deep pit, but Fang Mo couldn't quite manage that.
But once he jumped into the hole, this simple underground safe house was officially complete.
The whole process took less than ten seconds!
Of course, Fang Mo had no intention of squeezing into this cramped space with Steve for an entire night. After sealing the opening above them, he immediately had Steve start digging out the surrounding area.
After digging for a bit, Fang Mo obtained a crude basement.
It was roughly three meters high, twelve meters long, and nine meters wide.
Fang Mo had always been a practical sort. Besides, this was still the early development stage. Trying to build a huge house while naked was just asking for trouble. For him, digging out some random basement and making do was enough.
At this moment, Torches were haphazardly stuck everywhere in the basement. A Crafting Table sat on the left, along with several furnaces and Chests.
As for the right side... it had been covered with a 9x9 layer of dirt. Fang Mo planned to turn it into an underground farm later and grow some Potatoes to fill his stomach.
After briefly sorting through his items, Fang Mo directly chose to go mining.
While digging out the basement earlier, he had accumulated a large amount of Cobblestone and had also smelted a stack of charcoal in the furnace. Steve's backpack now held a full four stacks of Torches and more than ten Stone Pickaxes. Mining was definitely going to feel amazing.
As for the remaining inventory space... it was basically all occupied by Pam's HarvestCraft ingredients.
That was exactly how this Pam's HarvestCraft mod screwed people over.
At first glance, it seemed like Fang Mo had brought a huge pile of fruits and vegetables that would be good for staving off hunger. But each one only restored a single hunger point, and there were so many different kinds that they took up an absurd amount of inventory space—Grapes, Blueberries, Kale, tomatoes, Broccoli, and all sorts of other junk.
Fang Mo wondered whether he was going mining or going camping.
Shaking his head, Fang Mo had Steve eat seven Blueberries to refill his hunger bar before starting to dig out a mine.
Fang Mo's mine sloped downward. Once it reached near bedrock, it would expand to both sides in a fishbone pattern. That was the most cost-effective approach: not only could he mine Iron Ore, but he could also search for Diamonds in advance.
But what Fang Mo hadn't expected was that after only around twenty swings, the Stone Pickaxe suddenly struck empty air.
A massive natural cave appeared directly before his eyes.
"Hm?"
Fang Mo froze for a moment at the sight.
By the faint glow of the Torch on the wall, Fang Mo vaguely spotted several veins of Iron Ore inside the cave.
Exploring a cave while naked was actually quite unwise. Caves were so dark that monsters often spawned inside, making them very dangerous for an unarmored Steve.
But Fang Mo was an old miner, after all. He still had this much confidence.
First, he had Steve place several Torches throughout the cave. After observing the general terrain, he finally walked over and began mining the Iron Ore.
Very quickly, Steve's backpack gained nearly half a stack of Iron Ore.
After obtaining the Iron Ore, Fang Mo didn't get greedy. He returned straight to the basement to smelt it, crafting a complete set of Iron armor, an Iron Sword, and a shield, practically arming Steve to the teeth.
With this equipment, Fang Mo finally let out a long breath.
Now, he finally had at least some ability to protect himself.
After controlling Steve to eat another six bunches of Grapes and two Cucumbers to restore his hunger, Fang Mo returned to the underground world once more.
But Fang Mo's luck seemed ridiculously good. After digging through the earlier cave, he had originally intended to continue toward bedrock. Yet not long afterward, he suddenly dug into a block of Mossy Cobblestone.
And beneath that Mossy Cobblestone, he could faintly hear the low groans of monsters.
"...Holy shit, no way?"
Seeing this, Fang Mo couldn't help showing a surprised expression. "A dungeon?"
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