Minecraft: Is this still the Minecraft I used to play?

Shi Qian nodded, indicating his understanding.

In fact, the sheer number of new creatures here has exceeded his expectations.

After all, the mods I've played in the original world, apart from horror mods and large modpacks, don't have this much stuff in normal mods.

but...

It seems like undead creatures don't spawn in this dimension.

They hadn't seen any in the ice field, and after coming down, the huge underground cavern didn't respawn either. Moreover, according to the Etching Man, they had never encountered any undead creatures before.

There weren't even any hostile creatures; all the conflicts were started by humans themselves.

But what about ordinary people?

They all disappeared once they went underground...

What does that mean? Does it mean they all left, or that they all died down there?

What's underground?

Moreover, judging from the appearance of the etched figures, it seems that they went to search for ordinary people after entering the underground.

If you're not in a hurry, you can wait until this is over and then go out the road from the training ground to look for it.

The vegetable garden will have to be moved back a bit, but I hope I still remember that time.

Before long, the group arrived at the war memorial.

It's called a monument, but when Shi Qian looked at it, it was just an entire wall.

A very long wall with no partitions in the middle.

However, the color of the stone bricks at the beginning is different from the color of those at the end, suggesting that the later sections represent the battles that took place after the area was moved underground...

The stone bricks were covered with densely engraved characters; this was the first time Shi Qian had ever seen such a scene.

I couldn't resist walking to the front and browsing from the beginning to the end.

Those etchers, though they had seen this place thousands of times, still couldn't help but revisit history every time they came here.

And... this time, barring any unforeseen circumstances, they may also become history.

Shi Qian carefully examined the entire wall; he could understand the writing on it.

After watching it, I was deeply shocked and couldn't calm down for a long time.

The Western Lunar Front alone has witnessed so many wars of varying scales; one can't even imagine what it must be like in other places.

Moreover, the inscription on the monument at the beginning.

It wasn't very neat; it seemed like someone had just written it down casually, but it became more and more square over time.

It seems there's a dedicated recorder; the later writings are clearly from the same person.

Once underground, another person took over the recording.

Hopefully, the reason for the replacement wasn't the sacrifice of the recorder on the ground...

After reading it, Shi Qian walked back to the elders, wanting to say something but unable to.

The elder understood what he meant and simply patted him on the shoulder.

Then he walked to the front, clapped his hands, and the already quiet crowd instantly fell silent.

All attention was drawn back to the Grand Elder.

"Comrades, we, we Etchers, will wage our final battle against time!"

"We may die, we may vanish, but our spirit! Our thoughts! Our history! Will never fade, they will accompany the eternal night! They will never perish!"

"This is below the Western Moon Line! The Eternal Night of the Dark Moon—Undying!"

The Grand Elder didn't say anything extra, but at the last moment, he roused everyone's spirits.

As he finished speaking, all the etched people raised their hands and cheered.

"Eternal Night Will Never Die!"

"Eternal Night Will Never End!!"

"Eternal Night Will Never End!!!"

Several etchers shouted simultaneously, "The eternal night will never end!" The sound of this slogan rose higher and higher with each wave.

The visually stunning scenes are infused with the consciousness of all the Etched Ones, their home, and the Eternal Night they inhabit. Perhaps, as they say, the Dark Moon Eternal Night will never perish.

Even Shi Qian himself wanted to shout, but he restrained himself; he had no right to do so.

Being a witness to history is enough.

After things quieted down, the Grand Elder waved to Shi Qian.

Shi Qian was puzzled; was there something else for him to do?

After walking over, we waited for the elder to continue.

“Young friend Shi Qian, you are from the future, so our disappearance should not affect you.”

Shi Qian nodded, even more puzzled...

"I want to ask you one thing: after our energy is depleted and we disappear, if the monument behind us still exists, please, carve our war against time upon it..."

The etchers below the stage all stared intently at Shi Qian, waiting for his reply.

Shi Qian agreed without any hesitation.

But just as he was pondering how to carve the words, the elder handed him a small knife.

This was a model he had never seen before, and the level of detail in this knife was on a completely different level from other blocky items.

It looks more like a real knife.

After he took it in his hand, he found that there was a display, which meant that it was another special item.

[A commemorative engraving knife for etching people]

[Note: Text can be engraved on weathered stone tablets]

I tried it and it worked; I could retract my backpack.

The elder smiled with satisfaction after seeing him accept the knife.

Perhaps it was a sense of relief, but Shi Qian wasn't quite able to understand the various meanings hidden in the smile.

Then the Grand Elder and the other elders stayed to the side, waiting for the true end of the world to arrive.

Shi Qian also wanted to leave, but after taking only two steps, he was blocked by an etched figure.

The other person meant no harm; they simply approached him and asked if he could tell him about the outside world and what the future held.

Upon hearing this request, Shi Qian stopped walking.

Instead, they found a step and sat down. If they wanted to ask, they could talk about it and wait for the rest of the time.

He still didn't really want these etched figures to truly disappear...

Seeing that he was about to speak, the remaining etched figures surrounded him, enveloping Shi Qian in the center, waiting for him to tell his story.

A group of people surrounded Shi Qian, but it wasn't chaotic; in fact, no one was saying a word.

Judging from this situation, Shi Qian felt that he couldn't leave without saying something.

He gave a wry smile, but still began to speak.

From frozen wastelands to giant dolphins, from icy deltas to boiling springs, and then to how we encountered the etched man.

This was the future for the Etchers, and they listened with great curiosity to Shi Qian's story.

After discussing the future of this dimension, Shi Qian began to talk about things outside, that is, the main world.

Compared to this dimension, it's clear that the etched figures are actually more interested in the outside world, and they all listened with great interest.

After finishing this conversation, the people began asking Shi Qian all sorts of questions.

For example, Shi Qian also showed them some food and crops from outside, and used this as an opportunity to exchange for crops that etched people.

He was also quite curious about what they ate here, especially the lemon-scented spices.

The people who were etched were not stingy with such exchanges, and brought out all kinds of crops and food.

Shi Qian even saw a salted fish, but it was different from the one the "newbie" had. It looked like it was made from dried "blind fish" and ground with salted berries.

He also saw some seeds and some cave vines covered in soil.

Shi Qian stared at the clump of plant covered in soil with a dark expression, feeling as if it had just been plucked.

These things were placed in front of Shi Qian by the etcher.

However, they all appeared as dropped items, so Shi Qian couldn't find them.

Then suddenly a thought flashed through my mind...