Night fell, and the heavy rain gradually eased, though it still showed no sign of stopping. The flames in the workshop had gone out, leaving wreckage scattered across the ground.
Yang Bo worked nonstop, building a new workshop out of obsidian and enclosing the entire site of the old one.
He had spent a whole day collecting lava in the Nether to make this obsidian, draining a vast amount of lava from the Nether in the process.
Soon, thanks to his tireless construction, a giant obsidian matchbox stood where the workshop had once been.
Looking down at the purplish-black workshop beneath him, Yang Bo gave it some thought.
I need to cover the outside with a layer of water. That way, explosions won't destroy the blocks.
Just then, a voice sounded in his mind.
[Loading Building Wand Mod...] [Loading successful...]
"..."
Looking at the workshop beneath his feet, which he had spent half the night building, Yang Bo felt like he was about to have a brain hemorrhage.
"You..."
Yang Bo was just about to let loose with some colorful Chinese, but then he figured he would surely find a use for it later. Getting it sooner or later made no difference.
He jumped off the roof of the workshop and gently waved the Peacock Fan toward the ground. A light breeze caught his body, setting him down steadily.
He went inside, where the remains of the workshop were still a complete mess. Yang Bo began clearing things out with his Pickaxe. After the fire, much of it was no longer recognizable.
Looking at the assets he had painstakingly scraped together, Yang Bo felt a pang of heartache.
Footsteps sounded behind him. Yang Bo turned to look and saw Ivan entering the workshop.
He smiled at Ivan and