What the Heck is a Ten-Thousand-Year Iron Golem?

"Brother, I'm sleepy (￣o￣).zZ, good afternoon..."

Tang Wulin climbed to the upper bunk, said this to Tang Heng, and lay down, drifting into dreamland almost immediately.

Tang Heng sat on the lower bunk, his mind sinking into his spiritual sea to touch that familiar game icon.

With a shift of his intent, his figure vanished.

It felt like the few minutes spent sitting on a train passing through a tunnel; when Tang Heng opened his eyes again, what greeted him was a scene diametrically opposed to the Douluo World:

The square, setting sun cast its residual light through the gaps in the swaying tree shadows, covering everything in a mist-like red veil. Even the angular clouds in the sky seemed to be dyed with a warm, orange hue.

Not far away, low wooden houses were scattered across a small hillside, and several long-nosed, cuboid humanoid creatures were wandering aimlessly through the village, making meaningless "hmmm" sounds.

A large iron brute was also roaming the village; upon seeing a small villager, it handed him a bright red poppy.

"It really is Minecraft. Looks like it's a save file I created before I transmigrated. These shaders and textures are so familiar." (photon-main and BetterCrops3D)

Tang Heng sighed with emotion, then walked on the grass blocks, feeling the tactile sensation—so different from the game—and the scent of fresh grass brought by the breeze.

It was as if he had truly transmigrated into the world of MC.

Could it be that he could travel freely between the Douluo and MC worlds?

As soon as this thought crossed Tang Heng's mind, the familiar interface appeared before his eyes, though it lacked many setting buttons, leaving only the lonely [Survival Mode], [Difficulty], and [Quit World] buttons.

To get rich, start by punching trees.

That's how it should go, but since there's a village right in front of him, he definitely had to loot... er, become a village hero.

Before heading over, Tang Heng reached out to dig up a few blocks of dirt, then tested the physics-defying method of floating construction.

Hmm, it seems the realistic physics engine mod wasn't added.

Ignoring the goofy-looking villagers, Tang Heng made a beeline for the large pile of hay bales and the farmland stacked along the village path.

After collecting the hay bales and vegetables, it was time for the blacksmith shop. Almost every village hero would visit this treasure trove; in the early game, one could directly obtain iron tools or even diamonds, making it unnecessary to use that wooden pickaxe with only three points of durability.

Right in front of the armorer villager, Tang Heng excitedly opened the wooden chest in his house.

"A few apples, three iron ingots, and an iron boot... well, it's alright, I guess."

Just then, the iron golem spawned by this village walked past the blacksmith shop.

Tang Heng took one look and noticed a black soul ring circling the iron golem's feet, indicating it possessed ten-thousand-year cultivation. This was reflected in the iron golem's health, which far exceeded the standard hundred-point cap.

Sure enough, this was the save file he had been rerolling before he died of overwork. It was just strange that some mods hadn't been implemented yet; he didn't see the SlashBlade mod he had added in the crafting table.

"Hello there, Brother Iron, please, after you."

Tang Heng smiled and greeted it, quickly switching the iron axe in his inventory to an empty hand.

Just kidding—a ten-thousand-year soul beast-level iron golem? If that thing punched him, wouldn't he be scattered into pieces?

Tang Heng figured he could probably respawn in this world, but now that he had his five senses, he couldn't be as reckless as he was when playing the game; getting hit would actually hurt.

Since there were soul beasts here, could he also increase his experience through the previous method to raise his Soul Power Level?

With a thought, he activated his Silver Dragon King Martial Soul Possession, and a pair of silver-white dragon wings flowing with colorful halos sprouted from his back.

Not only that, but Tang Heng's appearance also changed as he switched martial souls.

In the reflection of the nearby river, his short, jet-black hair had turned into a waterfall of silver reaching his waist, his face had become rounder and more delicate, and his azure almond eyes were sparkling.

It could be said that he looked like a young Elaina, combined with the features he would have if he were female.

"Hmm, I remember now. These two martial souls weren't obtained on the same account. I must have been rerolling the Silver Dragon King for my little sister's account right before I died."

"And since my sister was using an Elaina skin, is that why I turned into this?"

"Still, the elemental controller Silver Dragon King paired with a witch... it's actually quite fitting."

Looking at his reflection on the water, Tang Heng's lips curled slightly, and he spun around in place.

"I look so good!"

With a gentle flap, Tang Heng's feet left the ground, and he began to fly.

"Woohoo!"

Watching the village and the iron golem shrink beneath his feet and feeling the cold wind rushing against his face, the sensation of soaring through the sky without any tools was truly exhilarating.

After flying a circle, Tang Heng landed on a small hill not far from the village, where many dandelions and sunflowers grew.

Amidst the flowers, he spotted a few little pink piggies oinking away.

"Three with over fifty years of cultivation, one with a hundred years? These experience packs delivered to my door are just too good."

With a smile, Tang Heng took carrots out of his backpack. The little pigs seemed to have sniffed out ice, oinking as they ran over and nudged him together.

Being surrounded and nudged by a few pigs wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling for anyone.

He switched directly back to his Gold Dragon King martial soul; not only did his health cap increase, but the damage of his axe swings also rose accordingly.

The little pigs, with a combined cultivation of less than three hundred years, soon turned into pork chops scattered all over the ground.

"My soul power really did increase, but since I haven't absorbed a soul ring yet, I can't raise my Soul Power Level."

"Although my Soul Power Level is limited by the lack of a soul ring, the soul power itself is still accumulating."

Tang Heng wiped the fresh blood off his iron axe with a piece of paper, his gaze shifting toward the herds of sheep and cattle grazing not far away.

Hehehe...

After a "fierce" battle, Tang Heng's inventory had already accumulated dozens of pieces of mutton and beef, and he had gained a bit of soul power as well.

It was a pity he hadn't found a small animal with a suitable age; otherwise, he could have broken through to become a Soul Master today.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle~

Tang Heng wiped the sweat from his brow as his stomach suddenly let out a protest.

"Seriously? What kind of nonsense is it that my hunger bar is thicker than my health bar?"

Looking at the four full rows of chicken leg icons in the bottom right corner, Tang Heng was completely numb.

Perhaps this was the price of the Twin Dragon King Martial Soul.

Dragons, after all, are symbols of emperors! It was only natural to eat a bit more.

The setting sun dipped low, dyeing half the sky red, while the moon—as angular as the sun—rose from the other side.

Tang Heng could see monsters starting to spawn all around; the familiar skeletons, zombies, spiders, and creepers appeared one after another.

He even spotted a green-skinned zombie with ten thousand years of cultivation, clad in enchanted diamond armor and wielding an enchanted diamond sword, riding atop a zombie horse.

Truly, a majestic sight, exuding a murderous aura as if a king were being escorted to claim his glory!

Taking a hit from that sword would surely be painful.

Tang Heng decisively slipped away, returning to the blacksmith shop to hide, using the furnace in the armorer's house and the roof to cook the meat he had just gathered.

Sitting on the bed eating a roasted pork chop while watching the Iron Golem battle the zombies through the glass window—how incredibly cozy.

Iron Golem: Those who violate the territory of this village, I shall strike and shatter them!

Zombie: Hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry--

After eating his fill, Tang Heng yawned and lay straight down on the bed.

The bed felt as if it had been enchanted; within the blink of an eye, he was fast asleep.