Chapter Forty-Five: The Gift Bag

The warm current within his body flowed continuously throughout every corner, gradually dispersing until it faded away. Once the warmth inside him subsided, Mo Fangyuan finally opened his hazy eyes.

“Hmm, ha—”
“This feeling is incredible!”

Of course, Mo Fangyuan was still just a boy and had never experienced anything more exhilarating than this.
“No wonder the protagonists in novels love leveling up so much—it’s actually this satisfying!”

After a moment, as he recovered, Mo Fangyuan cast his gaze upon the items dropped by the zombie giant.
Finally, it was time for the most thrilling part—looting the corpse. Some people had found the legendary Dragon Slayer Blade with 999 attack, others the Ma Po Ring with sky-high defense...

Just imagining what could come from such a massive creature made his heart race.
“There’s so much meat on this zombie giant—thirty-three pieces of rotten flesh, and seventeen bones...”
He kicked away the remaining ashes of the zombie giant and picked up the rotten flesh and bones.

“Notify the warehouse staff to bring these rotten flesh and bones back to the warehouse and store them accordingly,” Mo Fangyuan continued, looking down.

“What’s this?”
He grasped the bottle containing a mysterious white liquid lying on the ground, eyes wide as he tried to identify it.
“What on earth is this?”

[Essence of the Zombie Giant]
[Possesses unique abilities, can be used in alchemy or consumed directly (direct consumption will yield unknown effects)]

Just then, the experience bar radiated a peculiar energy, allowing Mo Fangyuan to perceive information about the bottle.

“Has it evolved?”
Surprised and delighted, Mo Fangyuan muttered,
“Oh well, if it evolves, it evolves. Still, this thing is pretty useless. Just look at Zhang Lingyun’s golden cheat—she levels up so fast and gains so many abilities…”

Of course, Mo Fangyuan was just complaining; he wouldn’t mind if his own cheat could evolve.
After all, evolution meant limitless potential—who knew, maybe one day his cheat would become truly useful.

But he knew that was likely a matter for the distant future.
“Should I drink this mysterious white liquid directly?”
Mo Fangyuan decided against it; it looked too much like... something he couldn’t accept.

The zombie giant had scattered four beams of white light—three of them were: rotten flesh, bones, and the bottle with the white liquid.

“What could the last one be?”
He reached into the floating white glow on the ground and touched something soft—something squishy and pleasant to the touch.

“Huh?”
Seeing the snowy white, supple object in his hand, Mo Fangyuan was stunned.

That snow-white body, proud stance, and the white ribbon tied around its neck...

“Isn’t this the white loot bag from the ‘Loot Bag Mod’!”
He was almost certain. Whenever playing the modded survival version of “Minecraft,” Mo Fangyuan always added this fun mod.

Even if it turned to ashes, Mo Fangyuan would remember this mod.
The loot bag was like a lucky block, but much better—no negative effects.

Opening the bag revealed five slots, with usually four containing items.
Depending on the quality of the bag, the generated items varied.
White was the lowest, green next, then blue, purple, and yellow being the highest quality—yellow bags always had items in all five slots, and the items were generally excellent.

But that was only theoretical. In the game, such logic often failed. Sometimes, the white loot bag yielded better items than the gold one, and sometimes the gold loot bag produced worse results—even just a pile of junk.

“Ah, childhood memories!”
Before crossing over, Mo Fangyuan loved combining the “Loot Bag Mod” with the “Disassembly Table Mod,” exploiting their loopholes to endlessly farm resources.

Thinking about this brought a surge of nostalgia.

He untied the white ribbon on the loot bag, which instantly burst into four beams of white light, dropping to the ground.

“A bronze sword?”
Now that the Block Kingdom had entered the Iron Age, bronze swords were essentially useless.

Bronze lacked the durability and damage of iron...

“Well, I could disassemble it into bronze ingots...”
He reached for the next white light.

The second item was two gold blocks.

The Block Kingdom hadn’t acquired the recipe or workstation for making golden apples, so these weren’t very useful.

“Do the block people need luxury goods?”
In the Nether, gold was everywhere—killing a zombie pigman yielded several gold nuggets.

“This is a wheat seed? And only one!”
Mo Fangyuan sighed; his luck wasn’t great today.

He stretched his sinful hand toward the last white glow.

With a sudden pull, several red blocks appeared in Mo Fangyuan’s inventory.

“These are two redstone blocks!”
He was overjoyed, but quickly deflated.

“There’s so little redstone—it’s not very useful!”
Any redstone machine required far more than just a couple blocks.

It seemed next time he needed to wash his hands before opening loot—his luck was abysmal.

Mo Fangyuan was convinced: his luck was truly poor.

“Notify the staff to clean up here!”

He glanced at the layer of zombie giant’s ashes blanketing the ground, and his already sour mood worsened.

“This zombie giant was so disappointing—none of its drops are any good.”
Mo Fangyuan vented his frustration at the dead zombie giant.

Time continued to pass; half a day went by in a blink.

The sun rose gently from the east.

Mo Fangyuan had originally planned to set out today to the west to recruit more people.

But things rarely go as planned.

Zhang Lingyun—also known as Zhang San—ran into a minor issue.

For some reason, she developed a bleeding effect today and would likely lose health all day.

She wasn’t fit to venture out now; any mishap would be awkward.

Mo Fangyuan was puzzled—how could someone develop such a strange effect?

There was nothing he could do but wait another day.

His most suitable companion, Lin Ye, was on leave, and Zhang Lingyun, his second choice, had her own problems.

He couldn’t possibly go alone—it would be lonely and dull!

“People these days are always getting strange illnesses! Not like me, sturdy as ever!”

“That’s why we should start training them from childhood, get them to exercise more!”

He recalled yesterday’s group of mischievous kids who raided the kingdom’s chicken farm—though all ended up being thrashed by the rooster, he realized they were too idle.

If they kept this up, who knows when they’d become wandering vagabonds like in ancient times—vagabonds posed a great threat to the Block Kingdom!

“I’ll have to tell Old Duan to send those kids to help at the factory whenever they’re free! Can’t let them stay idle any longer…”

“…Or trouble is bound to happen…”

“I’m a genius! This will boost productivity, solve the kids’ mischief, and give them work experience. Surely they’ll be grateful to me!”

Mo Fangyuan felt as if he were shrouded in golden light, transformed into a saint saving the children, bestowing them with his immense ‘care’.

From this moment, the children remembered a lifelong fear.

In another world.

“Is it time…”
Lin Ye placed the prepared dress on the other side of the bed.

He definitely didn’t want to, after changing gender, be forced to wear an airy robe like Zhang Lingyun...

“I wonder if this outfit can be brought back to the Block Kingdom…”

Then, Lin Ye gulped down the glass bottle filled with liquid in one go...