Chapter 21:


    After spending a considerable amount of time and countless ores, Fang Mo finally seeded in crafting a set of Tinker''s Construct tools. The set included a BroadSword, Pickaxe, Shovel, Hammer, and Lumber axe. Despite the limited options, Fang Mo felt satisfied with his aplishment.


    When it came to crafting andbining, Fang Mocked talent. He believed that this endeavor wasn''t meant for humans to y with, but he couldn''t understand why he had be so obsessed with it. He wondered if there was something seriously wrong with his brain.


    To be honest, Fang Mo nearly exhausted himself in the process of making this tool set. Despite the guide provided by the mod, Fang Mo, thebination idiot, found theplex procedures repulsive. It had reached a point where he was experiencing delusions.


    This greatly nauseated Fang Mo. He felt numb for several days, to the extent that he didn''t even touch the crafting table during that time.


    However, this doesn''t mean he was beingzy. In fact, Fang Mo had spent the past few days collecting the resources needed to build a house. While making tools, he had ventured into the Nether to find Cobalt and Ardite Metals. From his perspective, he had already surpassed the early game stage. With an abundance of resources, it was time to construct a beautiful and spacious house for himself.


    Living in the dark underground basement only worsened his mood. Admittedly, Fang Mo wasn''t skilled in construction, but building a house seemed more appealing than studyingbining recipes. After all, given the choice, Fang Mo decided to build a house. Even if it turned out to be as small as a matchbox, what did it matter? He was the only living person in this world, so there would be no one to mock him.


    Let''s get it done.


    Fang Mo promptly took control of Steve and began working. However, before he could start building the house, he needed to prepare the terrain.


    Fang Mo used to be in a forest, but he had almostpletely cleared it now. The terrain had transformed into small hills, and his current task was to level the high areas and fill in the low ones.


    In simple terms, he needed to create arge t area.


    This was no small undertaking.


    Fortunately, Fang Mo now possessed the tools. His pickaxe had a Reinforced Pink Alloy Rod and a Cobalt binding, making it lighter and more efficient.


    And as for the Pink Alloy...


    This Pink Alloy, also known as Alumite, was created by melting obsidian, aluminum, and iron. It possessed the traits of Reinforcement III.


    Fang Mo had also enhanced the tool twice, giving it five levels of reinforcement, making it unbreakable. No matter how roughly Fang Mo used it, it would not lose durability.


    With this unbreakable equipment, Fang Mo quickly ttened arge area of the terrain.


    Then, he enclosed the entire t area with fences and ced torches throughout before starting to construct the main structure of the house, piece by piece.


    Fang Mo nned to build a two-story building for himself,plete with an attic and two basement levels.


    However, he wasn''t particrly skilled in construction. Despite using a significant amount of wood nks, stone, and stone stairs, the finished house''s appearance was somewhatcking.


    How should I put it...


    Even houses built by vigers themselves might look better than this.


    Nevertheless, Fang Mo wasn''t bothered. On the contrary, he appreciated therge house he had built with his own hands. Humming a tune, he moved everything from the basement to the new house.


    He also cleared three fields outside and nted them with potatoes.


    Fang Mo obtained the potatoes from the zombies he killed. Initially, he only had one or two, but his backpack was filled with a bunch of bones dropped by skeletons. So, he used bone meal to quickly grow them. After a few nting cycles, he had threerge potato fields.


    Afterpleting his previous tasks, Fang Mo turned his attention to defeating the bosses in this world.


    While Fang Mocked crafting and building skills, he was undoubtedly one of the top yers on the server when it came tobat.


    The first boss to face his wrath was the Wither.


    Crafting a Manyullyn Reaper and modifying it three times with Consecrated Soil to gain the Smite III enhancement, Fang Mo was well-prepared.


    (TL: Manyullyn is Marju. (I will edit other chapterster.)


    He also brewed several potions using a Brewing Stand and consumed them all.


    The Wither couldn''tst more than a few minutes after being summoned before Steve stabbed its chest, causing it to scream, disintegrate, and leave behind a sparkling Nether Star.


    With the Wither defeated, Fang Mo immediately set out to find an End Fortress.


    Soon enough, the Ender Dragon met the same fate as the Wither.


    Using a piston, Fang Mo obtained the Dragon Egg and built a two-block high tform on the End inds. Positioned underneath, he ruthlessly ughtered the Endermen.


    To be honest, Ender Pearls held little significance for Fang Mo at this point. However, he had developed a habit of collecting them. Each time he defeated the Ender Dragon on the server before, yers would request a bunch of Ender Pearls. Fang Mo wasn''t sure of their purpose, but he spected that certain mods might require them. In any case, he collected them, just in case.


    What if he unlocked future mods that required Ender Pearls?


    Thanks to the tform''s design, the Endermen couldn''t harm Fang Mo from below, allowing him to quickly umte several stacks of Ender Pearls.


    Subsequently, Fang Mo ventured to the End City.


    He slew numerous Shulkers and acquired Shulker Shells from the End Ships.


    At this point, Fang Mo hadpletely conquered the entire vani Minecraft world. Apart from the crafting recipes, there was nothing else that dared to challenge him.


    As Fang Mo stored the final piece of Shulker Shell in his Alchemical Bag, he surveyed his surroundings.


    The midnight sky remained dim, with countless Endermen aimlessly wandering the deste ind. Suddenly, a feeling of loneliness welled up in Fang Mo''s heart.


    He had invested considerable effort in building the Tinker''s Construct Furnace and equipping himself with a powerful set of gear.


    He had his own spacious house and a thriving potato farm.


    His Alchemical Bag overflowed with various rare materials: gold ingots, diamonds, Ender Pearls, Nether Stars, Shulker Shells, and even a Dragon Egg.


    Yet this time, there was no one left to share the victory with him.