First Attempt at Drawing the Blade

"Slash Blade is not a single type of sword, nor is it a specific combat style; it is a collective term for a series of blades," Fang Bie explained to Yinsen while stacking blocks of dirt.

"From the ordinary wooden sword, known as the Nameless Wooden Puppet, to the most powerful Demon Sword Cursed Blade, all are products of this mod. Possessing this scroll means we can now craft these blades capable of slaying gods and demons!"

There was not a hint of exaggeration in Fang Bie's words. Slash Blade truly possessed immense combat power. Although it lacked any inherent defensive attributes, its exaggerated attack power and dynamic effects—strong enough to turn the tide of battle—were things other items could never hope to match.

"Such things actually exist?" Yinsen still wore an expression of surprise, though it felt more like he was becoming accustomed to the bizarre.

He had already encountered world-traveling; having faced so many strange occurrences over the past half-month, even the most timid person would have developed nerves of steel.

"I still cannot understand how such a sword can unleash that kind of terrifying power." As a man of pure Nordic descent, Yinsen could not grasp the power of the cursed blades found in Eastern myths and legends.

"Do you know of Gungnir from your mythology?" Fang Bie shifted the topic directly to something he could understand. "Just treat these blades as those kinds of divine artifacts, imbued with magical power, and that will suffice."

"You mean... these blades possess god-like might?" The surprise on Yinsen's face surfaced once more, this time genuine.

Unlike the Chinese, these people had lived in a world of faith from childhood. Touching upon power akin to that of gods was, to them, an unimaginable concept.

You don't know the names of these blades... Fang Bie mused. Those authors with their peculiar tastes had slapped the names of almost every famous blade in the world onto them, loading in countless strange artifacts and even more diverse toys.

"Fang, this plot of land is planned out. If we plant potatoes and carrots this afternoon, and then plant beets in the patch behind the house, all the farmland will be finished." Yinsen set down his hoe and said.

The speed at which he transitioned between roles made Fang Bie feel uncomfortable every time. He even felt that this bespectacled, middle-aged bald man was better suited for this bizarre world than he was; at the very least, he couldn't manage to keep track of every little thing like that.

Fang Bie did not answer. He pulled out a wooden sword and poked Yinsen lightly. Seeing the durability of the wooden sword drop by a single point, he returned to the house, satisfied.

"Is this the reason you asked me to shoot you with an arrow?" Yinsen rubbed his back, which still seemed to ache; he had just been backstabbed by Fang Bie and was only now recovering.

"Can't be helped. To craft a puppet blade, I have to reduce its durability a bit. Since you were right next to me, I had to slash you first!" Fang Bie wore an expression that suggested it was only natural.

He knew it wouldn't actually break, so he felt absolutely no guilt on his face.

Yinsen wasn't angry either. He was used to having a dozen arrows shot into his head by Little White; what was one slash compared to that?

Their long periods of wilderness combat had forged a heart that no longer feared injury.

Because the cost of injury in this world was so low—requiring only enough food to restore health—they had already grown accustomed to such situations.

"Come on, shoot an arrow at me!" Fang Bie held the wooden sword with a confident look and shouted at Yinsen.

"I'm not worried about your life; I'm worried about my arrow count." He muttered, raising his hand to fire.

Countless Zombies had honed his archery skills to near-perfection; he had almost never missed a moving target within 10 meters.

Fang Bie kept his eyes fixed on the direction of the shot. His right hand suddenly drew the blade, and a faint flash of light streaked by; the arrow was intercepted with ease.

"WHAT? XX!" Yinsen let out a curse. He could clearly see the arrow he had just fired being deflected by that eerie white light.

"This is the second characteristic of Slash Blade: absolute parry against ranged attacks!" After obtaining the blade, Fang Bie had received all the information and spoke of it with great authority.

"Truly a miraculous sword. I'm starting to believe what you said earlier." Yinsen touched the wooden sword in his hand with a look of wonder, only to be pushed away by a disgusted Fang Bie.

"If you want one, make it yourself. Stop touching my sword like a creep!" Fang Bie laughed and scolded.

After nearly a month of living together, the two had long since shed their initial sense of estrangement. Especially since they were bound to the world, there were no issues of trust, making their relationship exceptionally harmonious.

Yinsen, being good-natured, turned around and pulled a wooden sword from his backpack. "Then come over here and let me slash you once?"

The smile that had filled Fang Bie's face froze instantly, and he aggrievedly took a hit from the other man.

Before long, the open space had turned into a scene of two guys waving wooden longswords, hacking away at nothing!

"Slash Blades generally have hard requirements for kill counts. With the spawn rate of monsters in this world, we'll be at this until the end of time!"

Fang Bie thought of this and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

"If that's the case, Tony's world isn't suitable for us either. After all, those monsters don't seem to count as living creatures. If we go to Earth and slaughter animals, and it doesn't count as killing, what then?"

Yinsen, having learned the characteristics of these blades, sat beside him and analyzed.

Whether it was a Cursed Blade or a Demon Blade, these Slash Blades were truly sinister.

If he didn't know that these blades only absorbed the power of the monsters they slew, he wouldn't even dare to use them casually.

Just like in those films and legendary tales, those who used such demon blades rarely met a good end.

Fang Bie sighed involuntarily. However, the kill count had now become a hurdle standing in their way. He needed to think carefully about how to solve it. If all else failed, he would have to risk it and head out to the plains to hunt monsters when night fell.

"How about..." Fang Bie suddenly had an idea. "We open another portal and see what that world is like?"

Yinsen was noncommittal. "Sure. I'd also like to see a new world; that was one of the reasons I came here in the first place!"

This middle-aged medical doctor, who had once been exceptionally despondent, was gradually stepping out of the shadows of his despair under Fang Bie's subtle influence.

"Alright! Tomorrow it is!" Fang Bie hammered it home.