Chapter 512: Xiao Yao (1)

Chapter 512: Xiao Yao (1)

Looking at the massive blocky sculpture of a person in front of him, Fang Mo couldn't help but feel nostalgic.

There were no custom skins, no capes; just a huge, original version of the Steve statue standing before him, holding a pixel-style diamond pickaxe in its hand. The overall style was very simple and unadorned.

But above its head, hung an ID that Fang Mo had once used.

Mofang.

Fang Mo silently looked up at the statue, his thoughts somewhat complex.

Truth be told, he hadn't expected this.

His partner had done something just like he had.

Indeed, when Fang Mo first arrived in the MC world, feeling lonely and homesick, plus not remembering the crafting recipes, he built a statue of his partner on a nearby hillside as a kind of spiritual solace.

What Fang Mo hadn't anticipated was that,

the other person had done the same thing in the dream world.

Fang Mo felt like laughing but was also inexplicably moved: "No way, how could we both think of doing the same thing... Are we that in sync?"

However, his words seemed to catch the other person's attention.

So, before long, the figure that was reading a book slowly raised her head.

She looked like a princess out of a fairy tale, with soft, silky golden hair, skin like milk, and eyes as clear as sapphires with a hint of questioning. She even wore a crown on her head, giving her an aura of elegance and nobility.

"Uh... what is this?"

However, upon seeing her appearance, Fang Mo was stunned.

It was undeniably beautiful.

But it was clear that this was not her true appearance.

Of course, it was obvious, since everyone was from the East. Suddenly encountering a golden-haired, blue-eyed girl in a dream, could that be real?

Of course, since this is a dream world, there's another explanation.

Like the golden-haired girl being a projection of the subconscious, experiencing some kind of "role-playing" dream where her identity is that of a princess, which is quite common. Fang Mo had dreamed before of becoming Daniel Wu, which is quite reasonable, no problem.

"Yo, long time no see, girl."

Since they were acquaintances, Fang Mo didn't stand on ceremony and directly greeted her: "You're quite elegant today, playing the role of a golden-haired princess... Which country's princess are you playing? Disney or Nintendo? Need me to play Bowser?"

"...?"

However, to Fang Mo's surprise, she looked completely puzzled after hearing his words.

Then, before he could speak again, the golden-haired girl frowned, her little face filled with great confusion: "...Do I know you?"

"Uh, I am Fang..."

Fang Mo opened his mouth, about to speak, but the golden-haired girl interrupted him.

"Never mind, I can't be bothered to know who you are."

The golden-haired girl suddenly sighed, a mix of laziness and dejection in her gesture, as if shooing someone away: "I just wanted to relax for a moment without being disturbed, can you please just stay away from me?"

"Hey, girl, I'm Fang Mo."

Seeing her act this way, Fang Mo couldn't help but remind her: "Even though dreams can be abstract... you can't possibly not recognize me, right?"

Hearing the name "Fang Mo."

The girl seemed incredulous, looking up: "...What did you say?"

But in the next second, as if she realized something, she sighed melancholically, and her expression turned dull again: "Can we not joke around? He's long gone, don't make jokes about the dead. Haven't you experienced death in your family?"

"No, listen, I really am Fang Mo."

Hearing this, Fang Mo fiercely wiped his face, then tried to explain: "I'm not dead, I just reincarnated into the MC world, it's a long story..."

"6."

However, after listening, the other party simply calmly uttered a word from their mouth.

"..."

Seeing the disbelief on the other party's face, Fang Mo also felt a bit of a headache.

Unlike children like Fang Xin, his partner was already an adult, and Fang Mo expressed that he really had no way to fool her.

"Anyway, just listen to me explain slowly."

Despite some headache, Fang Mo still braved it and started explaining: "Actually, I didn't die at that time, but was reincarnated into the MC world, really, and then I unlocked a mysterious island mod there. You should know about this mysterious island mod, right? You used to love playing with it, the one that could travel between worlds. As a result, I used it to travel through myriad worlds."

The girl rolled her eyes and didn't bother to probe further: "So, you want my help, huh? That's not a problem... But how can you be sure you'll remember? I recall you hated touching the crafting table the most."

"Well..."

Just as Fang Mo opened his mouth to say something, the environment around them changed in the next second.

The beach disappeared, replaced by an old classroom, and Fang Mo found himself sitting behind a desk with a blackboard in front of him, on which abstract crafting lists were drawn.

"Alright, class, let's start our first lesson."

The girl, appearing out of nowhere, tapped the blackboard with a teaching stick and said, "First, we'll learn from the IC2 book. To craft a Sticky Resin Wood Tap, you need to use planks, and this is how they're arranged. You have 5 minutes to memorize this problem..."

"Who the hell would memorize this crap!"

Seeing this scene, Fang Mo almost flipped the table, reminded of the fear dominated by ancient Chinese literature classes: "This is purely imprisonment, I refuse."

"How can I help you then?"

The girl looked at Fang Mo, not angry, probably having realized this was a dream world and simply sat casually on the lecture podium, swinging her legs and said, "Why don't you just take me to the MC world to play, like we used to? I'll handle the logistics."

"Okay..."

Hearing this, Fang Mo was almost instinctively ready to agree.

But in the next moment, he hesitated.

Yes, she thought this was all just a lucid dream, so she was careless, but he knew it was real.

According to the theory of Nyarlathotep, Fang Mo indeed couldn't truly descend into this universe, but Nyarlathotep didn't say he couldn't take things out. And since the soul isn't material, if Fang Mo wished, he might really be able to take her soul away from here, traveling through worlds with him.

But the problem is...

She's not just his partner; she's a living person.

Fang Mo could indeed take her soul, but if he really did so, wouldn't she become a vegetative state in the real world?

Fang Mo cares a lot about his family and knows how painful it is to lose a family member. Putting himself in her shoes, his partner surely has her own attachments in the real world. Fang Mo understands the temptation of traveling through countless worlds; he knows he could persuade her to leave with him without a second thought.

Honestly, Fang Mo felt amazing when he first awakened his Stand.

But what about after the excitement wore off?

Everyone has a heart; no one can wander forever without yearning for home. Fang Mo himself has felt this, with the world bustling around him, yet he could no longer hear a word of care from his parents.

That's why Fang Mo doesn't want her to feel the same way.

"I'm sorry, I can't take you there."

Thinking this, Fang Mo deeply inhaled and lowered his head to fiddle with the stationery on the table: "Or just teach me like this, I suddenly feel that studying can also make me happy... By the way, where did we leave off? The formula for synthesizing a two-headed dragon?"

"...It's the formula for a wooden dragon head."

The girl said with a headache.

"Oh, okay, it's the wooden dragon head." Fang Mo quickly recovered his composure, shook his hands, and said, "But this thing is too simple. Can't you give me something more complex?"

...

However, the girl ignored him, pursing her lips as if deep in thought about something puzzling.

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

Seeing her like this, Fang Mo curiously asked.

"...Strange."

Hearing Fang Mo's question, the girl expressed her confusion with a baffled face: "This should be a lucid dream, right? Here everything should be as I say... It doesn't make sense for you not to listen to me. Why won't you take me to the MC world to play?"

"So I've told you, this is real."

Hearing this, Fang Mo felt compelled to reiterate once again: "And even if this is your dream, my mental strength is much stronger than yours. Strictly speaking, you should be listening to me here, not to mention I have this."

Saying this, Fang Mo pulled out his own Infinity Gauntlet: "Come on, look at this thing and say it again, who is really in charge here?"

"This is... Thanos's gauntlet?"

The girl seemed stunned at the sight, but soon, she stared seriously at the gauntlet, seemingly doing something unknown, as if she was holding back a strong force.

"So I've said, I am..."

Fang Mo, unclear of what the other party was intending to do, was still trying to explain the reality of the dream when suddenly, a bright light burst from the girl's left hand without warning.

Following this, another Infinity Gauntlet appeared there.

"What the heck!?"

Now it was Fang Mo's turn to be stunned.