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

Neither Kal'tsit nor Warfarin had any intention of stopping Steven from leaving.

They both understood all too well—

It was already lucky enough that he even bothered to help.

If they kept pressuring him with questions, it would only leave a bad impression.

"Did you see that sword in his hands just now?"

Kal'tsit exchanged a glance with Warfarin, her gaze full of wariness as she watched Steven's figure fade into the distance.

If that weapon's wielder had been anyone else but Steven, she wouldn't have been able to resist ordering Rhodes Island's elite operators to subdue him on the spot.

"I know what you're thinking." Warfarin sighed.

"That weapon is far more sinister than anything I've ever seen before… It's like…"

Her voice trailed off for a moment before she continued:

"Like something that shouldn't even exist in this world."

Warfarin understood.

Kal'tsit wasn't just talking about Steven's sword.

Everything about Steven himself felt like something unnatural—

Like something that shouldn't belong to this land.

"But at the same time," Warfarin murmured, "he's also a wildcard."

"If we want to change this world…"

"Perhaps only someone like him—an anomaly—could make that happen."

Kal'tsit sighed silently.

Steven's strength and mystery were obvious, but so was his complete lack of concern for anything.

He could be the key to change.

But if they couldn't handle him correctly, he could just as easily become a force of destruction.

"I think..." Kal'tsit muttered, staring into the distance.

"He might not even know what he wants yet."

"Maybe he just hasn't found anything he truly cares about."

"If he ever does…"

"Then perhaps he wouldn't be the way he is now."

Warfarin nodded in agreement.

She had no idea what shaped Steven into the person he was now, but that didn't mean he couldn't change.

"So..." Warfarin suddenly smirked.

"Do you think we could have someone seduce him and tie him to Rhodes Island that way?"

Now that Frostleaf's condition had improved, Warfarin's mood had lightened considerably.

Since ancient times, even heroes have fallen to beauty.

Perhaps someone like Steven could only be controlled by the softer tactics of emotional appeal.

"Heh."

Kal'tsit scoffed coldly.

"And who exactly are you planning to send?"

"You didn't notice?"

"That guy looks at every female operator with less interest than he looks at Mon3tr."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Are you saying we should send it instead?"

Warfarin: "..."

Yeah.

That wouldn't work.

Steven was just built different.

Meanwhile, Steven himself had no idea that after leaving, he had already been branded as a lunatic by two of Rhodes Island's top medical professionals.

Walking towards Gladiia's hospital room, he suddenly sneezed.

"Ah-choo!"

"…Who's secretly praising my handsomeness behind my back?"

Rubbing his nose, he muttered under his breath before shaking it off.

At the moment, he was far more interested in his sword.

After testing out his Iai techniques, Steven was quite satisfied.

Unlike in Minecraft, where he could only swing horizontally or slash with his skills, there are no restrictions here.

That freedom seemed to have awakened something new in his blade.

The only downside?

Steven didn't have enough EMC points to exchange for another katana yet.

But for now, [Yamato]—with tens of thousands of souls and hundreds of reforges—should be more than enough for this world.

At the very least, it was great for cutting things.

Especially large hordes of enemies.

Now, he wouldn't have to rely solely on brute force anymore.

Still, he couldn't help but grumble to himself:

"Shame the first thing I used it for wasn't a battle…"

"But a damn surgery."

Using a legendary cursed blade as a scalpel?

"What a waste of good craftsmanship."

Steven sighed.

He'd much rather test it out on some actual monsters soon.

It's [Yamato], after all. how could he not recreate that classic "I-am-the-storm-that-is-approaching" scene?

If he had time later, he'd ask Kal'tsit if there were any monsters nearby worthy of testing his sword on.

Lost in his scattered thoughts, Steven soon arrived at Gladiia's hospital room.

But before he could even push the door open—

BAM! BANG! CLANG!

Loud crashing and scuffling noises erupted from inside.

"...Wait, aren't these all patients? Why are they fighting?!"

Feeling completely confused, Steven opened the door—

And instantly had to dodge a flying girl that was sent hurtling straight toward him.

"Huh?!"

On reflex, he reached out and caught her midair.

Because he wasn't wearing a hat, it was difficult for him to distinguish these three Abyssal Hunters just by looking at them.

However, the way the girl wrapped her arms around his neck so naturally and enthusiastically immediately told him who she was.

After all, who else but his "daughter" would be this affectionate?

"Uncle!"

But before Steven could even react, the girl in his arms blurted out a word that made him realize that he had been far too naive.

His gaze shifted to the side, where he locked eyes with another girl—

A certain Aegirian, whose hospital gown was already half undone from fighting.

Her eyes were filled with the sorrow of a child who had been abandoned.

In other words, that was the real Gladiia.

Steven then turned his attention back to the girl in his arms, whose name tag read "Specter".

"..."

With a helpless smile, he sighed.

What was with these Abyssal Hunters? Did they all enjoy playing the role of juniors? Or does he just have some kind of built-in 'senior aura'?

"What's wrong with her?!"

Steven turned to Skadi, the only one who seemed at least semi-normal, and asked:

"Did I hit her too hard last time? Did I break her brain?"

Still clinging tightly to him, Specter showed no intention of letting go.

Meanwhile, Skadi tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then—

Gave him the most standard answer possible:

"I don't know."

Steven: "..."

Never mind.

He took it back.

She wasn't exactly normal either.

At least not completely.

"Miss, don't you think I'm a bit too young to be called 'Uncle'?"

Steven wasn't embarrassed at all as he pointed out the obvious, since unlike Gladiia, Specter wasn't suffering from memory loss.

Her speech was clear, her eyes sharp and bright.

She was definitely not mentally regressed into a child.

But in response, Specter just tightened her grip and smiled.

"You're the father of the Swordfish."

"That naturally makes you my uncle."

"Also…"

"What you gave me yesterday helped me immensely."

"I should properly express my gratitude."

Though this was only her second meeting with him, Specter felt an inexplicable fondness for Steven.

As for why?

Perhaps it was because of the lingering scent of blood on him—

A scent that, although she couldn't recall whose it was, still filled her with an overwhelming killing intent whenever she thought about it.

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