Chapter 158: Done!

"Why don't you just call yourself Fang Yanling! It fits nicely since you are the soul born from the magma lake..."

Leaning against the headboard, Mo Fangyuan wrapped his arms around the slender waist of the mod consciousness, breathing in the girl's exotic fragrance. Their bodies pressed closely together, and Mo Fangyuan could acutely feel the harmonious warmth of her skin...

His affection for the mod consciousness had completely exploded right now, and no matter where he looked, everything about her seemed pleasing to the eye.

It remained unclear whether this surge of affection was dictated by his upper body or his lower body.

"By the way, you..."

Fang Yanling felt a bit uncomfortable from Mo Fangyuan's yet another bout of passionate closeness, and spoke in a low, muffled voice.

Mo Fangyuan had gone a bit too far yesterday; various intense movements had completely exhausted her, and her whole body still ached all over.

"Then it's settled!"

Having secured Fang Yanling's confirmation, Mo Fangyuan stepped out in high spirits from the bed whose durability had nearly been worn down to zero by the fierce battles of the previous night. After a quick wash with a bucket of water, he left what had once been a battlefield.

As the King of the Block Kingdom, Mo Fangyuan had numerous plans awaiting his formulation and refinement every day. He was destined not to enjoy the luxury of sleeping in like Fang Yanling.

[Experienced an unforgettable day last night. Never expected that I would give my first time to a mod, but she is quite pretty... The experience was truly wonderful!]

For some inexplicable reason, a whim guided Mo Fangyuan to record the events of the previous night into his personal diary.

After finishing this brief diary entry, Mo Fangyuan turned his attention to today's objectives.

He needed to finalize the format of the currency. What seemed simple on the surface was actually a remarkably complex task.

He had to pay attention to the coloring and aesthetic appeal of the currency; otherwise, it would be difficult for people to accept it in the early stages. Corresponding text needed to be included to assist people in its usage and authentication; the appropriate size had to be determined... Crucially, it also needed to be simple to reproduce and convenient for printing.

No one else knew what this currency truly was; only Mo Fangyuan himself could design it, and this heavy burden was destined to be carried by him alone.

Alas, in the end, he had to carry everything on his own shoulders once more.

"Please convey my words to the King of Konoha: the emissaries of the Block Kingdom thank him for his warm hospitality... We will not delay any further and shall take our leave now!"

The field army had stayed in the Seven Northern Kingdoms for a month. They had obtained virtually everything available and collected almost all accessible information. It was finally time to transport these precious data and materials back to the Block Kingdom.

"Safe travels."

The diplomatic official in charge of the Konoha Kingdom handed a chest filled with local specialty products to Iron Nose as a token of necessary respect before returning inside the kingdom.

The journey ahead was the trip back home—a return to the homeland nestled deep within their hearts.

"Soldiers, obey my command... We're going home!"

Pointing his finger toward the south, which was obscured by a range of dark mountains, Iron Nose felt his heart stir with excitement.

Over the past month, they had visited every region of these northern kingdoms, spanning from the grassroots to the upper echelons, and deeply studying everything from social systems to royal structures, thereby acquiring a collection of priceless data.

In addition, they had acquired many items previously absent in the Block Kingdom.

Crops included: carrots and beetroot.
Plants included: vines, tulips, and rose bushes.
Animals included: rabbits.

They had also traded a vast amount of emeralds for thick cloth garments, crafting blueprints for spears, and the most detailed replicated maps of these seven kingdoms.

These maps provided a more intuitive understanding of the northern terrain, minerals, caves, and monster distributions...

The emeralds they carried had been completely exhausted, but Iron Nose firmly believed that this expedition's achievements were entirely worth it and would surely bring comfort to His Majesty the King.

"Iron Magnolia, before long, you will reach your new home!"

Iron Magnolia was the name Iron Nose had given to the young girl he had taken in. Since she lacked a formal name, he simply called her that.

However, horses were limited in number, so Iron Nose could only let Iron Magnolia ride in front of him in his saddle, while her younger sister, Iron Xiufang, was entrusted to the care of Rong Huang, the second squad leader who was the steadiest horseman in the entire field army.

Following the same route they had taken to reach the Seven Northern Kingdoms, the return trip was projected to take about ten-odd days.

This was destined to be a long journey home.

"Well then, I've done my part, fulfilled my promise, and you should have experienced your share of joy... It's time to activate the mod!"

At noon, seeing that the mod consciousness Fang Yanling had taken the initiative to find him, Mo Fangyuan did not stand on ceremony and directly inquired about the mod.

"You have the audacity to say that? Couldn't you have gone easy on me yesterday? It hurt like hell!"

Fang Yanling's gritting teeth expression carried a distinct charm.

"You were the one shouting for me to use more force, how can you pin that on me? Besides, before we started, I reminded you repeatedly, but you didn't pay attention. What else could I do? I just had to obey your request, didn't I?"

Since Fang Yanling was branded all over with his marks, Mo Fangyuan still felt obliged to offer an explanation.

"So, remember to think twice before doing anything in the future, don't be too impulsive..."

"Hmph! The mod has been activated for you, don't ever come looking for me to play again! I hate you!"

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[Modded area confirmed...]

Just as Fang Yanling's voice trailed off, Mo Fangyuan heard the familiar ethereal voice ring out once again.

This time, there were not only sounds but tangible results as well.

Mo Fangyuan received more than a dozen crafting blueprints and three red [Class Transfer Protocols].

These three block-shaped [Class Transfer Protocols] could allow individuals of other distinct professions within the Block Kingdom to transfer into [Melee Flame Adepts].

Naturally, according to the information transmitted to Mo Fangyuan by the mod, if any blacksmith within the Block Kingdom advanced further, they could also choose to become a [Melee Flame Adept].

"What is going on with that Zhang Lingyun? What exactly did you do to her?"

With this matter resolved, Mo Fangyuan called out to Fang Yanling, who was about to leave, to ask his second question.

Mo Fangyuan believed that after yesterday's zero-distance contact, Fang Yanling's affection for him should have temporarily increased, making it an opportune moment to ask her some more covert questions.

Such as what was truly happening with Zhang Lingyun.

Initially, Mo Fangyuan merely thought she had stumbled upon some great fortune; although her gender had changed, she had also grown stronger, which could be considered an equivalent exchange.

However, as time went on and Mo Fangyuan experienced more, he increasingly felt that Zhang Lingyun's situation was not quite right. Back in the Block Kingdom, Zhang Lingyun's willpower was notoriously the most resolute—she had remained unshaken even during monster sieges. Yet, less than a year after her gender change, even Mo Fangyuan himself could hardly recognize that the current airheaded, naive persona was actually Zhang San! Mo Fangyuan would be the first to disbelieve that there was nothing fishy going on.

And then yesterday, Zhang Lingyun's drastic shift between icy and fiery temperaments had almost made Mo Fangyuan suspect she had turned into a monster, nearly causing him to draw the Blade of the Empire and hack her down...

The root of all these anomalies pointed straight to the Fang Yanling standing right before him, who had been left with legs so weak from yesterday's various positions that she could barely find her way.