Minecraft: Starting With The Awakening Block Puppet Master

Somewhere in a dark and narrow mine tunnel.

A dozen gray-faced miners were waving iron pickaxes numbly, collecting minerals and stones around them.

Most of the minerals they collected were iron ore, but they didn't have a piece of iron equipment on them.

Even the clothes they themselves wore were in tatters and full of dust.

"Old foreman, how much stone and iron ore do we need to dig today before we can rest?"

A miner in his thirties asked a stooped old man.

The old man counted the numbers on his wrinkled fingers, and then said with a smile, "It's enough to dig another thirty-eight groups of stones and one group of iron ore. Just hold on."

"Thirty-eight groups of stones? A group of iron ore? Ahhh!"

They will have to dig for these supplies for eighteen hours without sleep!

The young miner kept mumbling this indicator, his emotions gradually collapsed, and he almost roared, saying.

"Digging rocks, digging rocks, just these broken rocks all day long!"

"Why should we be trapped in this dark place mining, while they can enjoy the hot food and drink there? Do we deserve to suffer this just because we are miners by profession?"

The man threw the pickaxe in his hand to the ground with force, then stamped on it viciously, squatted down and cried in his arms.

"Old foreman, I really can't hold on anymore, help me, I want to get out!"

His screams of collapse alerted the diggers around him.

But the strange thing is that no one stepped forward to comfort or reprimand, and continued to mechanically wave the pickaxe in their hands.

It seems like this happens all the time, no surprise.

They dig in this dark tunnel all day long, and the human spirit is either numb or almost crazy.

Obviously, this man is the latter!

The old man called the foreman put down the pickaxe in his hand, also squatted down and gently stroked the man's head.

"Be patient, be patient, there are all zombies outside. Compared with those who have been bitten to death by zombies, we are lucky."

"It will pass, everything will pass!"

The old man continued to comfort the man's emotions until all the wrinkles were smoothed.

Old Foreman is the honorific title given to him by these miners. He has the best mentality, just like a common relative of everyone.

Whenever someone collapses, he is always like a kind old father, gently comforting and gently advising, encouraging the miners to live well.

Everyone in the mine had heard his nagging advice.

Miraculously, it is this kind of nagging advice that can always heal people's emotions that are close to collapse.

The man raised his head, his eyes still filled with tears, but no longer desperate, and he complained.

"Since our Masons' Association was annexed by the Food Union, our workload has tripled. What's even more annoying is that they haven't given us longevity dollars."

"Only those three pitiful pieces of bread every day, it's like living like a beast!"

The old miner didn't speak. He looked at the other members of the team around him, with a feeling of distress and sadness in his eyes.

Continued: "Are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry. I've already finished the three pieces of bread today, and now I have no desire to move at all!"

Men are extremely dissatisfied with the extreme exploitation of food guilds.

He had heard that the players in this guild of the Food Guild not only received longevity dollars every day, but also had all-you-can-eat food.

In such a comparison, they indeed look more like beasts.

But they have to do it, zombies are rampant outside, and they will die if they go out!

This means that they cannot do without the protection of food unions.

"If today's target is not reached, there will be no three pieces of bread for tomorrow!" The man's eyes began to change from collapse to numbness.

Seeing this, the old miner smiled. After being slightly dazed, he took out five sets of bread from his backpack.

"Eat it and give some to the rest of the team!"

When the man saw the bread, he stood up suddenly, and the numbness in his eyes disappeared, "I'll go! Old foreman, where did you get so much bread!"

"I have a friend from the food union. These are the small stoves he prepared for me. You can eat them without worry!" the old foreman explained softly with a smile on his lips.

The man excitedly took the bread into his hand and counted it carefully. There were actually five sets of bread.

"Okay, old foreman, no wonder you are so energetic every day. Here's the reason. It's a bit unkind to tell us so late!"

The man smiled and joked with the old miner. Although he said so, he was extremely grateful to the old miner in his heart.

You know, the other party is not obligated to share food with them.

He first fed himself a piece of bread, then walked to the rest of the team and said.

"Come on, come on! Our godfather has given out food. Eat something quickly to replenish your strength."

"Thank you, godfather." "Thank you, godfather." "Thank you, godfather."...

In this way, every time a man points to a man, that man bows to the old miner.

The old miner sat there, smiling and raising his hand in response.

Soon, the five groups of bread were divided in the blink of an eye. In the end, the man reserved twenty pieces and handed them to the old miner again.

"Godfather, no, you are my biological father. Come on, eat some too!"

"You go ahead and eat. After you're full, you must live well." The old miner puffed out his stomach, indicating that he had eaten.

"Godfather, then I'm not welcome."

The man hadn't experienced the feeling of being full for a long time, so he crazily stuffed bread into his mouth, one after another.

【Ding! Congratulations to the player, Wriggling Pasta, for killing "Nian"]

[100 Days of Shock has officially ended, duration: fifty-five days]

[Congratulations to you - survivors! Today is the "New Year"! 】

The sound of the system spread throughout the trial area, echoing in every player's mind for a long time.

The first reaction of all players was confusion and disbelief, and then they were ecstatic after realizing it.

The man slowly put down the bread in his hand and stared blankly at the messages in his system.

"The trial is over? The trial is over!"

"This damn trial is finally over!"

The man cried with joy and kept roaring and cheering, wanting to share this happy event with others.

Other people's systems also flashed this prompt.

But they didn't cheer like the men, or maybe they had forgotten how to cheer.

They are now more like puppets that are so numb that they can't even smile.

When a man sees other people like this, he feels bored.

Suddenly, he thought of the old foreman, who could definitely share this joy with him.

"Daddy, please stop sitting on the ground. The trial is over."

"Without the threat of zombies, it doesn't matter if the food union doesn't wait for us, let's go! Let's go out and form our own union and be our own bosses, so we don't have to suffer this anymore!"

The man squatted down and hugged the old miner excitedly, tears pouring out.

He finally survived before becoming completely numb!

"Old foreman! Old foreman?"

After several shouts, the old miner did not respond.

An ominous premonition arose in the man's heart, and he tremblingly stretched out his hand to detect the other person's breath.

Airless——

died?

The man shook his head in disbelief. He wanted to force a smile, but the extreme sadness in his heart prevented him from making this simple facial expression.

"Old foreman, wake up. The hard days are over. Don't sleep!"

"It's impossible. Your blood volume is full. How could you die so silently?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

The man took the other people's hands as if asking for help, hoping that the others would also call him the old miner.

But other people have already lost all emotions and cannot empathize with men. In their eyes, all this has long been insignificant.

Someone in the team said with a cold voice.

"The old foreman died of exhaustion of life."

"No way, absolutely impossible."

The man roared angrily, unwilling to believe that the old foreman was talking and laughing with him just now, without any feeling of dying.

How could it not work in the blink of an eye?

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through the man's mind. His pupils were trembling. He looked at the bread in his hand and thought of another possibility.

"The bread we eat was actually bought by the foreman with his own longevity!!!"