The sun shone brightly, and the breeze was just right.
Yang Bo appeared on a patch of green grass.
Baa~
A sheep's bleat snapped Yang Bo out of his daze as he stared at the square sun.
"I finally made it to Minecraft's Overworld, but this world's art style... I really don't know what to say."
The angular sheep wandered leisurely across the grass, occasionally lowering their heads to take a few bites.
"I'll look around first and see if I can find a suitable village, then look for a Ravager outpost."
He took the Aircraft out of his inventory and tested it. Finding that it worked, Yang Bo nodded in satisfaction.
"Nice, it still works. If it were unusable like in the End, that would've been a real pain."
He first flew into the sky and surveyed his surroundings. Luck was on his side: a Plains Village stood a short distance to the east. Without hesitation, he sped toward it.
Within a few minutes, Yang Bo arrived in the village. The sight of several piles of hay bales made his hands itch.
He warned himself inwardly:
We really don't need wheat right now. Don't get carried away...
For some reason, whenever Yang Bo entered a village, he wanted to pack up everything useful and take it away.
He glanced at the surrounding houses as the villagers' grunts reached his ears.
He had never thought much of it in the game, but in reality, these villagers all stood two meters tall. Even with their hands tucked into their sleeves, they looked rather intimidating.
Of course, they would have looked even more intimidating without that ** on their faces.
Hrrm, hrrm...
"Fuck, this village is dirt poor. Not even a blacksmith's shop. Just a bit of bread and some apples, and