What Defines a "Bone Ash Level" Old MC Player?

"Could this be... someone turned my dying words into a modpack?"

Thinking this, Fang Mo was stunned.

This was way too absurd. If only he'd rambled more back then—setting aside other mods, he should've at least thrown in something like Equivalent Exchange before dying.

Standing there, hesitating for a bit, Fang Mo finally let out a helpless sigh: "Ah, forget it. At least they didn't add TerraFirmaCraft."

Since Fang Mo had awakened a Steve as a Stand, rather than becoming Steve himself, he could actually multitask now—like playing a game. Steve was over there chopping trees, while Fang Mo pondered how these mods would affect him going forward.

Fang Mo was pretty familiar with the Pam's HarvestCraft mod. He'd run into it often when playing on servers before. It was basically a fun mod that added new crops, kitchen tools, and food recipes.

But for Fang Mo, this wasn't good news.

Because while Pam's HarvestCraft added tons of new food recipes, it severely nerfed the saturation of vanilla ingredients.

The easier foods were to get in-game—like potatoes, apples, carrots—the less hunger they restored. Unless you were willing to spend a lot of time crafting a set of Pam's kitchen tools and cooking simple ingredients into elaborate dishes.

But the problem now was...

Fang Mo couldn't remember any of Pam's HarvestCraft's crafting recipes!

If he were in the game, he'd just look up a guide. But now that he was inside the MC world himself, what guide was there to check?

Fang Mo figured he was a normal person. Aside from the more common vanilla item recipes, he couldn't remember any of the complex ones. After all, those mods added thousands of crafting recipes to the game. If someone could memorize all of them, they probably had something seriously wrong with their brain.

"That was rash."

Realizing he couldn't check the crafting recipes, Fang Mo instantly felt numb: "I should've asked for JEI or NEI before I died. At the very least, a G-key Crafting Table would've worked..."

Actually, Pam's HarvestCraft wasn't that bad.

Fang Mo had never bothered playing that mod much anyway. He'd just stock up on more potatoes—if three baked potatoes weren't enough, he'd eat ten, right?

What really gave Fang Mo a headache were the other mods.

Like Avaritia.

Without a crafting recipe list, just the Infinity Catalyst recipe alone would be enough to kill Fang Mo on the spot.

While Fang Mo was fretting over the crafting recipes, his Stand had been loyally chopping trees the whole time. And since Steve chopped trees at the same speed as in the game, his backpack was soon full.

Noticing this, Fang Mo had to temporarily set aside his worries about the recipes and start organizing the backpack.

After a period of hard work, Steve's backpack held about seven stacks of wood, half a stack of cobblestone, a few stone pickaxes, and the rest... was basically all sorts of Pam's HarvestCraft fruits and vegetables.

At the same time, the sky had completely darkened.

From the forest came faint, low moans, along with a clattering sound like bones colliding.

Hearing this, Fang Mo snapped to attention. Clearly, he'd been spacing out too long and ignored nightfall, so mobs were now spawning around him.

Maybe for a newbie, the first night in the MC world was extremely dangerous.

The zombies lurking in the darkness seemed endless, and the Skeleton Archers' cold arrows were always hard to dodge.

Not to mention the silent Creepers. Once they started hissing, only one outcome awaited newbies... getting blown to bits.

But scenes like that only happened to newbies.

As for Fang Mo...

Who was Fang Mo?

A hardcore MC player, a human combat machine, the number one warrior on the whole server!

Emm...

Ever heard of "dig three, fill one"?

Seeing the eerie shadows in the surrounding woods, Fang Mo didn't hesitate. He immediately controlled Steve to dig a three-block-high hole on the spot, then stepped onto Steve's shoulders and jumped in.

There was no helping it. Since blocks in the MC world were one-meter cubes, Steve could jump straight into a three-meter-deep hole, but Fang Mo couldn't.

Still, after 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 cramming into this tiny space with Steve all night. So after sealing the hole above, he immediately had Steve start digging out the surrounding area.

After a bit of digging, Fang Mo ended up with a crude basement.

About three meters high, twelve meters long, and nine meters wide.

Fang Mo had always been a pragmatist. Besides, this was the early development stage. Being naked and wanting to build a big house was just asking for trouble. For him, carving out a random basement to live in was good enough.

Right now, the basement was a mess, with torches stuck everywhere. On the left sat a crafting table, along with a few furnaces and chests.

As for the right side... it was covered with a 9x9 patch of dirt. Fang Mo planned to turn it into an underground farm later, growing some potatoes to fill his stomach.

After briefly organizing his items, Fang Mo decided to go mining.

While digging the basement earlier, he'd accumulated a ton of cobblestone and even smelted a stack of charcoal in the furnace. Now Steve's backpack held a full four stacks of torches and over a dozen stone pickaxes. Mining was going to be a blast.

As for the remaining space in the backpack... it was mostly taken up by Pam's HarvestCraft ingredients.

And that was the annoying part of the Pam's HarvestCraft mod.

At first glance, Fang Mo seemed to have brought a bunch of vegetables and fruits that looked filling. But each one only restored one hunger point. And there were so many types, taking up tons of backpack space—grapes, blueberries, kale, tomatoes, broccoli, all sorts of random stuff.

Fang Mo wondered—was he here to mine, or to go camping?

Shaking his head, Fang Mo controlled Steve to eat seven blueberries, filling his hunger bar back up, and then started digging into the mine.

Fang Mo's mine shaft angled diagonally downward. Once he got near bedrock, he planned to branch out in a fishbone pattern on both sides—this was the most cost-effective approach, letting him mine iron ore while also scouting ahead for diamond locations.

But what Fang Mo didn't expect was that after only about twenty swings, his Stone Pickaxe suddenly cut through empty air.

A massive natural cave sprawled directly into view.

"Huh?"

Seeing this, Fang Mo froze for a moment.

By the faint light of the torches on the wall, Fang Mo could vaguely make out several patches of Iron Ore in the cave.

Actually, exploring a cave without armor was pretty reckless. After all, it was pitch black in there, and monsters often spawned—pretty dangerous for Steve without any protection.

But Fang Mo was an old hand at mining; he had the confidence for this.

He first had Steve place some torches in the cave, took a look at the general layout, and then walked over to start mining the Iron Ore.

Soon enough, Steve's backpack had nearly half a stack of Iron Ore.

After getting the ore, Fang Mo didn't get greedy. He went straight back to the basement to smelt it, crafting a full set of iron armor, an Iron Sword, and a shield—basically arming Steve to the teeth.

With this gear, Fang Mo finally let out a long breath.

Now he at least had some means of self-defense.

Controlling Steve to eat six grapes and two cucumbers to top off his hunger bar, Fang Mo headed back underground.

But Fang Mo's luck seemed almost absurdly good. After digging through the previous cave, he originally planned to push on toward bedrock. Before long, though, he suddenly struck a block covered in Mossy Cobblestone.

And from beneath that mossy stone came the faint, low growls of monsters.

"...Holy crap, no way?"

Seeing this, Fang Mo couldn't help but show a surprised expression: "A Dungeon?"