Arknightcraft Modpack (Steve in Terra) (Minecraft x Arknight)

Iberia, outside the Sea Breeze Village. 

Today, two outsiders appeared in this dilapidated fishing village that rarely saw caravans pass through due to the prohibition of sea travel.

To be more precise, they were two Aegirians. 

Perhaps it had been too long since outsiders had visited, and the arrival of these two individuals brought a breath of fresh air to the village, which was filled with the stench of decay and dilapidation. 

So much so that a crowd of villagers gathered to watch, numbering over a dozen.

The newcomers were none other than Steven with his companion, Gladiia, whom they had been searching for on the beach.

"Hey, can you stop staring? Is there a place for us to stay and rest? My friend is injured," Steven couldn't stand the curious and somewhat fearful looks of the villagers and had to break the eerie silence.

Compared to himself, these people with all sorts of strange animal ears and tails were the ones who seemed more peculiar, right? 

When those features were on a cute girl, it could be seen as a charming quirk, but for elderly people who looked like they were halfway to the grave and still had such organs, Steven found it hard to comment.

Was the admin of this world a fan of bizarre furries or something?

"We don't welcome outsiders here," an old voice spoke from the crowd, and an elderly man who appeared somewhat frail, supported by a few younger villagers, stepped forward to reject Steven.

Judging from the reverential expressions on the faces of the other villagers as they looked at him, it was clear that this man was one of the prominent figures in the village.

However, the bird-like headdress on his head gave Steven a somewhat amusing feeling.

Was this some sort of Native American tribe?

"What about some money? I just need a place to rest, and that's enough," Steven said. 

While he could camp in the wilderness, he was currently carrying a girl who was in a comatose state after dealing with a sea monster. 

He didn't have any medical supplies, so he was hoping to find some supplies in the village.

As for money...

Pretending to reach into his pocket, Steven actually opened his inventory and took out a gold ingot, breaking it into gold nuggets. 

From his pocket, he then took out a sparkling golden nugget about the size of a pigeon egg.

Although this world was most likely a different one, he believed that gold, as a precious metal, should still have some trade value.

Steven couldn't be sure where this world came from, but he had a faint feeling that it was based on some game or movie he had encountered before. 

He doubted anyone would refuse something like this.

As expected, after Steven displayed the gold nuggets, the old man who had initially opposed him had a glint in his eyes.

Steven recognized that look; it was the same way the Villagers in Minecraft had looked at him when he presented emeralds to them.

"Guest, it's not about the money—"

"I will give you three."

"Karl! Clear out the village chief's room and welcome our most esteemed guest."

After taking the pigeon-egg-sized gold nugget from Steven's hand and feeling its weight, the old man once again confirmed that it was undoubtedly the precious metal known as gold, favored by those nobles and aristocrats. 

A sycophantic smile appeared on his dry and wrinkled face, much like tree bark.

With these three golden eggs, they could exchange enough food in the nearby town to sustain the whole village for several months.

For the Sea Breeze Village, a dilapidated village that had lost its regular sources of income, this was undoubtedly a lifeline.

As for the fact that these two newcomers were Aegirian, a troublesome race, it no longer mattered in comparison to the immediate benefits.

The previously tense atmosphere seemed to dissolve in an instant. 

Steven had to admit that sometimes money could solve most problems. 

It wasn't all-powerful, but it was very useful.

Of course, the prerequisite was that you could ensure the money remained in your hands.

Feeling the unashamed greedy looks hidden among the scattered villagers, Steven casually touched the hilt of the Netherite Sword at his waist and chuckled silently.

He hoped he wouldn't have to use this sword, which was specifically designed to deal with minecraft Mobs.

Led by the old man, Steven carried Gladiia, who was still in a comatose state, through the crowd.

The village along the way was in a state of disrepair, and most of the villagers appeared emaciated. They stood at the doorways of their houses, looking at the sky with lifeless, lackluster eyes.

If Steven had to describe it, this place didn't seem like a village; it looked more like a famine-stricken slum.

Although Steven had seen impoverished villages before, none had the same air of... lifelessness that surrounded these people. 

It wasn't the kind of necromantic aura used by fantasy necromancers, but rather a description of the state when a person had lost all hope and the will to live.

"Old man."

"You can call me Village Chief Pande."

Upon hearing Steven greet him, the old man leading the way turned with a smile and introduced himself.

"Is there anything else you need help with? I'll do my best to instruct the villagers to assist."

"Nothing, I'm just curious. It's broad daylight, and the people in the village aren't working?"

Steven didn't have any capitalist intentions. However, from beginning to end, all he saw in this village was a group of people idling about, devoid of vitality, to the extent that he didn't even feel they were truly alive. 

Even in the poorest of villages, it shouldn't be like this, right?

Steven became increasingly curious about the world he had crossed into. 

There were grotesque monsters in the sea, and the villagers by the seaside were in this state.

Why did this world seem as if it had been doomed from the start?

"Work? Kind sir, you're probably not a native of Iberia, right? Otherwise, how could you ask such a naive question?"

Pande, the old man, paused his steps and then let out a bitter smile. 

The premise of work was that they could gain something from it, but after the disaster, with no more harvests from the sea, what was there for them to work for? 

Many had tried over the years, but ultimately, all they could do was watch the village slowly decline. 

Even the survival of the entire village until now had come at a great cost.

"In any case, please stay in this room for the time being. If you need anything, you can let me know. Otherwise, it's best to avoid moving around the village and asking too many questions." Having brought Steven to a relatively clean guesthouse, the old man didn't explain the meaning behind his previous words. He earnestly advised Steven and then left.

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