"The number is the only evidence of our existence. Every tombstone above an empty grave will be engraved with our number from our lifetime. Other than that, there is nothing, not even a symbolic souvenir."

Steve listened to the person narrating something that seemed extremely cruel in a calm tone, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart. Even when he was chased and beaten like that before, he had never been so upset. But after the upset, he felt powerless.

There's a voice inside me telling me to stop pretending to be such a nice guy! Don't you know what you've done wrong before? And now you're grieving over someone else's death?

After being sad for a while, he felt that it was unnecessary. At that time, they had no wisdom at all and could not be called alive. It was different from now. He comforted himself in this way and changed the subject.

"What about 1 to 10? Aren't these ten numbers always vacant? What about their previous numbers?"

Village 1784's tone suddenly changed, becoming particularly serious. He spoke almost word by word, fearing that he would miss anything or be ambiguous.

"They will be completely abandoned. So once they die on the battlefield, not even their numbers will remain. They will be completely forgotten. From the moment their numbers are promoted, they no longer live simply for themselves. They live for all of their kind until they are completely drained."

Steve fell completely silent, and even felt a little irritated. Even though he had god-like powers in his own world before, it didn't mean that he had a god-like state of mind. He couldn't be indifferent.

In an instant, the place fell silent and everything became awkward.

The little knight tilted his head and looked at the person, not quite understanding why the atmosphere suddenly became heavy. He had seen too much separation and suffering and had long been accustomed to it, but that did not mean that he would be indifferent. He tugged at the person's clothes, trying to convey a comforting meaning with his empty expression, but failed.

Both men were lost in their own thoughts, unwavering.

It suddenly remembered a sentence.

It tried very hard to hold up the sign.

It began to jump around trying to be seen.

[I forget all tragedies and see only miracles]

"Pfft, that's a very interesting sentence. Got it, got it. It will cheer me up."

Steve is an optimistic person. Even if he hadn't seen this sentence, his boredom would probably be dispelled quickly. But this sentence is indeed very interesting. If you indulge too much in the tragedies of the past, how can you see more glorious miracles?

Looking at the man's appearance, he wanted to reach out and touch him again, but finally stopped.

He was not like Tony Stark, who could not even see the true nature of the ghost. Whether it was the title in the group or the creepy feeling of fear, he was very sure that the ghost was the so-called God of the Void.

A young Void God who has not yet fully grown up, so he mistakenly thinks he is a knight.

After all, the title in the group was a completely accurate description of him. If Ghost was really a knight, then his title should be Void Knight, not Void God.

Every time he recalled the eye contact at that time, he felt a chill. When Steve thought of this, his expression became more and more erratic. After being distracted for a while, he felt something was not right. He felt that he touched something very cold and comfortable. When he looked down, the little knight tilted his head and looked at him. His hand was on the little knight's mask, fitting tightly.

Is it too late for him to withdraw his hand now?

He felt his whole body stiffen as he looked at the person, but the comfortable touch made him unable to stop.

Forget it. At worst I can apologize later or something. If that doesn't work, I can just put a bed on the spot and sleep on it. Let someone kill me to vent my anger. It shouldn't be a big deal.

He thought so desperately as he touched it a few more times.

Well, it's so comfortable.

Is he worthy of being the God of the Void?

021 Steve's Abilities Revealed

At the end of the silent corridor, deafening cheers could be heard. It must be the cruelest battlefield, the intersection of the confrontation between humans and monsters.

Village 1784 stopped abruptly and grabbed Steve who was walking anxiously. The little knight looked at the two people pulling and tugging, then sat down cross-legged on the spot, supporting his head with his little arms, pretending to be in deep thought.

It always felt that the two people would talk for a long time again, so it simply sat down and listened to show respect.

"I think you need a little disguise."

Village 1784 looked at Steve seriously and offered his advice sincerely.

"Although I don't really hate you that much, at least after you saved me, I can treat you as an equal. But this doesn't mean that all of us share the same views as me. Many people I know are filled with hatred for you, and I have no right to ask my friends to forgive you."

He continued to narrate a fact calmly, looking directly at Steve. Steve felt a little awkward, but it was impolite to turn his head away. Besides, what was the point of pretending not to hear him? Could he possibly erase the truth?

I feel a little discouraged when I think of this. Fortunately, Steve has never seen any storms or setbacks. Before he had the option of keeping the inventory, he often lost several days' harvest in one day because of the high waves.

What about lava dancing? What about teasing Xiaopa? What about beating up villagers in front of the iron golem? Oh, wait, this doesn't count.

He quickly returned to his playful, nonchalant look.

"Disguise? Disguise is fine, but what new identity should I use? I can just blend in during the fight, but after the fight, what if I can't fool people anymore? And am I the only one in disguise? What about the ghost? Doesn't it need one? It doesn't look like someone from this world at all."

Village 1784 discovered the blind spot, glanced at the little guy sitting on the ground, and fell into deep thought.

He suddenly raised his hand and pounded his fist on the palm of his other hand, indicating that he had thought of something.

This scene might seem a little weird to others.

But no one here noticed the discrepancy between what they saw and what they thought. After all, you can't have three people without fingers making things difficult for each other, right? In any case, neither Newton nor Darwin could have survived in this world long ago.

"Oh, I did forget, but I think it's okay. After all, ghosts look cute and polite. I think no one would refuse them, right?"

The young knight tilted his head in cooperation and held up a sign.

[? ]

Steve silently covered his heart, hunched his back, and looked numb.

He always felt as if he had accidentally suffered a major blow, but looking at the innocent expression of the ghost, he felt that he was perhaps too fragile and sensitive.

What evil intentions do ghosts have?

It's just too cute.

Village 1784 looked at the man and asked, "Do you have enough dye? Do you need me to help you with the coloring?"

Talking about this, Steve suddenly became serious again and stood up straight.

He waved his hand and said, "No, no, my word is enough."

Indeed, there was no need for it. The three functions he had updated the system with were not just for show. Although he had always thought they were of little use, they surprisingly played a role in this situation.

【my world】

[Render a block-sized volume, completely transforming it into your own world. You can load mods onto it, optimize it, and freely combine and transform it. Any creature that enters your territory will be forced to abide by the rules of your world, and will be forcibly deprived of the abilities of mods you don't have installed in the world. Their health will also be converted proportionally, and will not exceed the world limit.]

Doesn't it sound powerful? It's so impressive, but forget it. It takes 100 points to render a block, and he only has 300 points so far. He's only willing to change the block under his feet. Creation is not allowed here, and things can't be taken out. Once they leave their position, they disappear without a trace.

The most annoying thing is that he is not affected by inanimate objects attacked from a distance. A few days ago, he was able to get away with this ability for a while, but then the monster army discovered his weakness of not being immune to long-range arrows and chased him to kill them.

It's not that he hasn't thought about that kind of special MOD that can be upgraded, but the annoying thing is that the opponent must be standing on the same block as him for it to be effective. That is to say, if the opponent attacks him outside his territory, he can directly ignore the various bonuses brought by the MOD. But he only has the bonus of one block, the one under his butt, so it's useless!

With grief and indignation in his heart, he installed a shapeshifter MOD on himself. He had tried to transform into an Ender Dragon and a Ghast using this MOD before, but due to the limitation of a block, he couldn't even float, let alone spit fireballs.

As for the other two skills, he still doesn't understand them. [Characteristic Optimization] and [Violation of Science] seem to be both on the rule side, and more like a supplement to [Minecraft].

The skill that he had always despised was just right for use here. He looked exactly like the other villagers, who were cut from the same mold, except that they were wearing brown clothes that had been eliminated long ago.

"Although the color is a bit off, it's not a problem. There are indeed some veterans in my category who like this retro style of dressing. Even some of my juniors like this, for example..."

The sudden words interrupted the person's retelling, but he was not angry. He waited quietly for the person to continue.

"Wait a moment."

"what's up?"

"You guys, can you still change clothes?"

"sure."

"How did you do that? I can't even take it off."

Village 1784 gave the other person a speechless expression and began to doubt deeply whether the older generation he knew who told him that Steve was a cunning devil and so on were completely wrong.

"Didn't we tell you to dye yourself when you were disguising yourself? You don't actually have to change clothes, you just need to dye yourself. Wait, add a number to your chest. Village 4672."

"this is."

Now Steve would rather continue to be embarrassed. What did he vaguely think of?

This requirement is not difficult. After all, the transformers that have been optimized and patched can manually control the details. The brown color is just a habit of mine. It's like when you get used to something, you are too lazy to change it back.

"Yes, that's the name of one of them. The other one is called Village 7620. They are both considered my juniors."

"Ah, that one, this one of mine."

Looking at Steve's attitude, Village 1784 smiled helplessly.

"It's okay. We've been prepared for sacrifice. Nothing can be achieved overnight, and nothing can be obtained for free. In order for the majority of people to live a better life, there will always be a price to pay. There's no need for you to be sad about it, because saving us is not your obligation. You are Steve, and we are villagers, that's all."

022 The Tip of the Iceberg of War

Steve swore that this was the craziest thing he had ever experienced in his life. He had never experienced anything so crazy before and couldn't even imagine it.

He stood together with a group of villagers, a group of villagers who were as obedient as sheep, to resist, to resist the overwhelming monsters.

The square, which is decorated with redstone lamps and is not narrow but rather spacious, is filled with densely packed monsters in the corridors that are usually used to transport minerals.

The entrance to their mine was a small path, so it did not attract the attention of the monsters, and naturally they did not deploy too many troops.

They seemed particularly small in this grand war. All they could see were connected flames and deafening roars.

A green creeper had somehow escaped from the battlefield and crawled to their side. The dazzling white light startled Steve out of his trance caused by the glory.

Steve immediately tried to pull up the little knight, but he found that the other party had already spread his wings, jumped to the side and landed steadily. He grabbed Village 1784 in frustration, fell to the ground in an awkward posture, and then got up with a somersault.

The smoke dissipated, perhaps penetrated, pierced, and dispersed by the roars and shouts.

Rows of villagers held shields and stood at the front line, raising their sharp iron swords to fight the zombies in close combat. Weapons collided with each other and sparks flew, as if they were singing loudly.

A large number of arrows came rushing towards them in unison and at all costs, like a torrential downpour. The villagers who were resisting stubbornly stopped and gathered together, raising their shields. The arrows were firmly nailed to the shields or penetrated through the gaps, bringing out screams and wails.

After a wave of arrows passed, while the skeletons' terrifying archery skills were still cooling down, they raised their shields and pressed them against the monsters' faces, forcing them to retreat and expand the battle line.

On the monster side, creepers would often join the army of blasters, inevitably sacrificing their lives for the victory of this war. Those holding shields were instantly knocked over, and scattered gaps appeared in the resistance circle, which were then blocked by the tenacious villagers with their lives.

Those guys who were squeezed out of the front battlefield were not willing to sit idle. When they could catch their breath a little, they picked up the arrows in their hands and numbly strung the strings. Although it was not as intimidating and terrifying as the enemy's uniform arrow feathers, the occasional stray arrows were enough to kill a few unlucky monsters.

The balance of war is tilted, and in such details, everyone is trying their best.

People are falling down at any time, and monsters are falling down at any time.

If the shield of the person in front is cracked, let the person behind take it. If the armor is broken, replace it quickly. If the sword in your hand is broken, then use the shield in your hand to hit the opponent hard, using it as a fierce weapon.

There is nothing that cannot be killed on the battlefield.

There was no retreat at all, and even injuries could not shake the people at the front. Villagers often became dazed when facing death, and disappeared from the world without leaving any trace.

Only the equipment that fell off in an instant proved that someone had been there. The villagers who were still alive skillfully picked up the fallen equipment and put them on quickly and effectively. The equipment was almost picked up and put on in an instant, with a particle flow surrounding them for a moment. The worse ones that were replaced were also picked up by people in need, and the cycle continued.

Since anyone can pick up the dropped items, the competition in this area is particularly fierce. Often, a piece of equipment changes hands almost all over the battlefield, and then shatters into pieces in the hands of the last lucky person, meeting his final destination on the battlefield.

This is for equipment, villagers, and monsters.

"Let's go, stop looking and get your weapons."

Village 1784 patted the man's shoulder gently and lowered his voice. The memories flashed through his mind almost instantly, and then quickly returned to nothingness. The past was past, and he was very good at letting go of the past.

"Oh, okay, I'll go get it too. I've brought my own weapon."

Steve had previously taken off all his diamond equipment to avoid being too conspicuous, but now after hearing what people said, he was eager to take it out again.

"No, no, no, that outfit you're wearing is too conspicuous. It's easy to be exposed. Remember, you're not Steve now, you're Village 4672. Where do you get such luxurious equipment?"

Village 1784 waved his hands repeatedly to stop the person's behavior and pointed in a direction. It was a dilapidated wall with some silver iron products placed on it. Even from such a distance, he could still get a glimpse of it. He was about to take action but stopped himself.

"Where's your friend Ghost? He got lost on the battlefield, but he's deadly. And doesn't he need weapons and equipment?"

Steve responded nonchalantly.

"Don't worry, even if something happens to us, I believe it will be fine."

This was not blind self-confidence or optimism, he was simply stating a fact. He never forgot that beneath the other person's cute and young appearance was a void of darkness, an inviolable territory, a territory belonging exclusively to God.

In fact, this is true. The little knight separated from them just out of habit. He had only a few experiences of fighting together. If you count carefully, there were only three times. One was with the jellyfish, one was with the fat mantis, and one was with the senior.

So before its consciousness could react, its actions had already taken it a step ahead and taken it away from the small group. Even so, it had no intention of turning back.

It had never fought in a real war like this before. The broken kingdoms it had fought in were already in ruins, leaving behind either mindless wandering minions or lone challengers, except for three guys.

This war of such a large scale and grandeur exuded an alluring yet dangerous sweetness. The little knight's hand, which had been gripping the bone nail, trembled for the first time.

It wasn't fear, it was the long-suppressed and deprived excitement of battle.

Even if it understands that what it is about to do is dancing on a tightrope.

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