"Huff huff…" Fang Bie took a very long time to emerge from this strange state. His entire body was drenched in sweat, but under the strange Rules of this World, it abruptly vanished, leaving only his face deathly pale.
"How are you feeling?" Fang Bie asked with concern beside him. Although that purple radiance earlier hadn't affected them, this unsettling feeling was indeed making him uneasy.
"Ugh ugh ugh ugh…" Xiao Yan abruptly grabbed a bucket of Water from beside him and gulped it down. Only after an entire bucket of Water was drained, and a fresh Water Source continued to gush from the bucket, did he feel somewhat relieved.
"This Sword… this Sword has its own Consciousness! It's as if it wants to devour my Soul! I barely managed to break free from it!" Xiao Yan said, somewhat agitated. He hadn't even noticed the drastic change in his expression.
"That endless purple Space was practically overflowing with malice. It felt like it wanted to seize my Body, and even intended to kill all of you with a single Sword strike!" He still spoke with lingering fear.
"No wonder it's called a Demon Sword. This display truly lives up to the name!" Fang Bie remarked. "So, do you want to Seal this Sword away for a while?"
"No! Being able to break free from the Space within this Sword is the best trial for me!" Xiao Yan firmly shook his head. "After escaping from within, I feel like my Soul has become twice as strong. Although that purple Space inflicted Damage upon me, it also repaired me, as if to prevent my Mind from collapsing!"
"Demon Sword…" Fang Bie pondered for a moment, deciding to add another layer of protection to the Sword. He had witnessed the purple Sword Qi earlier – it definitely possessed the Strength to instantly kill Ordinary Creatures like them.
"Half-Seal, to suppress its Spirituality!" Fang Bie uttered slowly. A silver-white radiance emerged from between his Palms, then gently inscribed itself onto the Sword's surface, etching a peculiar silver Icon.
[Source Power]points immediately plummeted from 10 to 2. Fang Bie breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his control was steady. The creative power of this World could indeed alter these Tools.
"I've applied Suppression to this Sword. While it hasn't diminished its Strength, it has severed a portion of its Spirituality. How do you feel now?" Fang Bie inquired.
Xiao Yan once again grasped the Sword's hilt with his Hand. Although his Body shuddered violently for a moment, he quickly steadied himself.
He spoke with some difficulty, "It's still a bit challenging to hold now, but much better than before."
"That's good then." Fang Bie nodded. He noticed silver-white motes of light emanating from Xiao Yan's Body, converging towards him.
The words [Source Power]flickered. The initial Limit of 10 points abruptly increased to 20.
"What is this?" Fang Bie excused himself to Xiao Yan and hastily moved aside.
Xiao Yan paid no heed to this. He was engrossed in studying the Sword beside him. After a portion of its Spirituality was Sealed, his immense Soul, capable of traversing two Worlds, could now, albeit with difficulty, control the Sword.
He remained there, locked in a life-or-death struggle with the Sword, while Fang Bie had already sprinted far away to the furthest Corner – the Place where they had previously placed the Water Pit – and began examining his Panel with bewilderment.
[Source Power]had clearly been only 10 points moments ago, yet after Fang Bie applied a Seal to Xiao Yan's Sword, and under the influence of those white motes of light, it suddenly became 20 points. It truly felt bizarre.
"What exactly are these white motes of light?" Fang Bie wondered, puzzled. "Is it gratitude? Is it karma altered by my actions? Or is it simply the destiny inherent to the Protagonist?"
Fang Bie could only speculate. In truth, if the Target hadn't been Xiao Yan, but merely an Ordinary Person, he would have been at a complete loss of where to begin.
[Source Power], while not sounding particularly formidable, was a Strength that Fang Bie profoundly understood to be the essence of this World.
The essence of the Minecraft World was so potent that it could even suppress a colossal World like the Marvel Universe – even if it was just the affiliated Movie Universe, it was still unbelievably terrifying.
Due to the increase in [Source Power], the World modification exchange, which had seemed incredibly sparse, finally presented some Things he could currently afford to exchange.
Fang Bie selected a Thing that had caught his eye at once. Although he couldn't exchange for it yet – it required a full 20 points of Source Power – Fang Bie still added it to his backup plans.
[Traveler's Backpack]: Increases the Backpack capacity carried by adventurers, includes two special Jars for storing Liquids, comes with a built-in Synthesis Workbench, and includes a directly usable Sleeping Bag.
Fang Bie had coveted this Thing for a long time. He remembered back when he played on servers, those Big Shots who spent money always had extra Backpacks and readily accessible Workbenches. Leopard-head Players like him could only watch them enviously, drooling, before charging in for a couple of slashes.
As for now, while the Traveler's Backpack's capacity wasn't as extravagant as some other Backpack components, which boasted eighty or ninety, or even hundreds of Backpack Slots at every turn.
Fang Bie was actually quite content. Dozens more storage Slots, two additional Slots for Tools, and even these two Slots for storing large quantities of Liquids meant their Wilderness survival Time would increase exponentially.
Previously, to carry essential Tools and Materials, along with Food and Confidentiality Items, they could only pack sparingly, based on immediate needs.
With this Backpack, they could naturally carry much more Things.
Fang Bie not only wanted to store Materials from this World, but also various High Technology items from Tony, and various Medicinal Pills from the Battle Qi Continent.
Fang Bie finished organizing his thoughts and looked back. Xiao Yan, still tirelessly wielding the Sword, now had an Aura about him that was steadily rising.
This Aura didn't originate from his Cultivation Realm. In the Minecraft World, Cultivation Realms were meaningless.
This Aura stemmed from his Soul, which was constantly solidifying in battle. The Demon Sword became increasingly demonic and bizarre, and the purple radiance unique to the Demon Sword intensified to an even more terrifying degree.
Fang Bie couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. Everything in the Minecraft World was suppressed by the Rules of this World, causing many Things to revert to their original State.
At this point, the sky was gradually darkening. Fang Bie, pulling Xiao Yan, who was exhausted from his struggle with the Sword, walked back to their Courtyard.
Ethan, unusually, emerged from the Room and was there, enthusiastically preparing dinner. Life remained as ordinary and harmonious as ever.
End of Chapter