At the Ursus border, the massive landship of Rhodes Island plowed through the snow-covered terrain, carving a broad path through the vast, icy landscape. After pushing through the seemingly endless white expanse, it continued its journey toward the nearest mobile city.
Even though Rhodes Island was based on technology from a previous civilization, its operation still required fuel, supplies, and provisions for both operators and patients. These necessities could only be replenished in other mobile cities.
In fact, as a nominal medical company, Rhodes Island primarily sustained itself through trade and business deals with various nations.
The rumbling movement of the landship caught the attention of the people living in the endless snowy plains. But these people, long since numbed by hardship, only glanced briefly at the massive man-made structure before returning to their daily struggles.
For those living in the borderlands, at the absolute bottom of society, there was an unbridgeable gap between them and the elite citizens of the mobile cities.
Rather than wasting time marveling at such things, it was far more important to figure out how to survive the increasingly harsh winter and where their next meal was going to come from.
Thus, no one noticed as a figure suddenly leaped off the landship's bridge, plunging straight into the snowy wasteland below.
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"Damn~ so this is Ursus? It's even more… desolate than I expected."
A long moment passed.
Then, in the snow-covered path left behind by Rhodes Island, a figure suddenly emerged from beneath the snow, brushing off the frost as he tightened his thin black trench coat around himself.
It was none other than Steven, who had just departed from Rhodes Island.
After leaving the medical bay, he didn't bother visiting Gladiia's ward before leaving.
Not because he didn't care, but because he genuinely had no idea what to say to his "temporary daughter."
Might as well just dip first and deal with it later.
After all, he'd be back eventually.
By the time he returned, maybe her memory would've come back? That way, he could avoid any awkward confrontations altogether.
With that flawless (or so he thought) logic in mind, Steven decided to leave in style—by jumping straight off Rhodes Island's bridge and executing a perfect landing.
—Well, almost perfect.
If you ignored the two-meter-deep crater he left in the snow.
And the fact that he only survived thanks to enchanted boots with [Feather Falling IV] that cushioned his fall.
From the start, he had dismissed Kal'tsit's "sensible suggestion" to leave via the mobile city Rhodes Island was heading to.
If he was gonna start an adventure, then randomly parachuting into the unknown sounded way more fun.
Besides, if he kept seeing the same mobile cities that looked too similar to the world he remembered, wouldn't that just get boring?
He knew that most of the world wasn't like the developed cities.
Most people lived in places like Iberia's Sea Breeze Village, where they weren't even allowed inside mobile cities to begin with.
Come to think of it, those cities were built to escape something called "Catastrophes," right?
Steven was actually pretty curious about those.
If he got the chance, he definitely wanted to observe one up close.
The only thing that caught him off guard so far was just how brutal the weather in Ursus really was.
Back on Rhodes Island, his black trench coat had been more than enough thanks to the temperature control systems onboard.
But the moment he stepped outside?
Yeah…
Now he understood why they called this place "Frozen Tundra."
It was cold as hell.
Exhaling a cloud of frosty breath, Steven thought it over for a moment before deciding to ditch the Rhodes Island-marked trench coat and uniform.
Instead, he swapped into a more comfortable set of leather armor.
Though… now that he looked at it in this world, it felt more like fur-lined winter wear.
But at least it kept him warm.
No wonder this armor could prevent frostbite from powdered snow in higher versions of Minecraft—it really did a great job at insulation
As for his helmet, Steven had really wanted to wear his beloved Ender Dragon head.
But both Kal'tsit and Gavial had seriously warned him about the kind of trouble it would bring.
So, after some reluctant thinking, he gave up on the idea.
And then… he just slapped a carved, glowing pumpkin onto his head instead.
Honestly, Steven had no clue how this thing managed to light up while still being wearable.
But considering how /hat commands could let you wear TNT blocks, this was probably not the weirdest thing in the world.
If anything, a glowing pumpkin helmet was way cooler.
It even came with built-in night vision!
A walking light source, how could he not use it?
Taking out a small mirror, he admired his newly-disguised look, nodding in satisfaction.
"Yeah, no way anyone's gonna recognize me now."
At least this way, he wouldn't be immediately noticed like before, when people could somehow sense his inexplicable "kingly aura."
With his fresh new look, Steven scratched his head, squinting at the endless, snow-covered plains stretching out in all directions.
One thing was for sure—the scenery was amazing.
But if he stayed out here too long, he was probably going to get snow blindness.
"So… what the hell am I supposed to do now?"
Taking out a baked potato, he chomped down on it, casually restoring his hunger bar as he fell into deep thought.
Back on Rhodes Island, his original plan had been simple:
Find a mining site and start digging.
But now?
Forget finding a mine, he hadn't even seen a single person since landing.
This… wasn't exactly what he had expected.
His whole mind had been focused on how to mine faster and get more Originium, but he'd completely forgotten that he knew nothing about Ursus.
His minimap mod was still grayed out, meaning he hadn't discovered anything yet.
'So much for trying to use it to find a village.'
Scratching his head, Steven glanced down at the frozen ground beneath his feet, then back up at the endless white plains and the rising sun in the sky.
After a moment of internal debate, he decided to let fate decide.
Pulling out a silver coin—one he'd "borrowed" from Closure—he flipped it into the air and made a deal with himself:
Heads → Go east.
Tails → Go west.
Lands on its edge → Build a house and slack off.
And, of course…
The coin landed straight into the thick snow, standing perfectly on its edge.
"…Well then. Looks like fate has spoken."
Steven nodded solemnly, as if this was a divine revelation, and definitely not an excuse to not move because he was already freezing.
"Yep. Absolutely not because I'm too cold to walk. No way."
Muttering to himself, Steven fished the silver coin out of the snow, then casually glanced around to find a relatively flat spot nearby.
After selecting a suitable location, he pulled out his Crafting Table from his inventory.
Standing in front of the empty plot, Steven fell into deep thought again.
Sure, he had decided to build a simple wooden house, but… shouldn't it at least have some style?
Should he go for a cozy rural cottage, or maybe a Western-style villa with a bit more aesthetic charm?
Every time he had to build something, Steven would inevitably get a headache.
After all, as a long-time vanilla player, once he reached the endgame, the only real fun left was building things.
It might just be a temporary residence, sure—but it needed details, right?
For example, he'd definitely need a storage room for his stuff, a farm for food, and of course, a kitchen.
Then there were bathrooms, a workshop for his crafting tables, and obviously kennels and cat houses for his pets.
And if he was adding all that, then how could he not build an outdoor swimming pool and a fishing dock?
Not to mention a garden, greenery, and a proper fence.
But by the time Steven had fully mapped out his supposedly "temporary" matchbox house, he suddenly realized that this had nothing to do with a simple wooden house anymore.
In fact, rather than a matchbox house, this was shaping up to be a luxurious mansion—probably better than most people on Rhodes Island were living in.
"Hmm… yeah, this might be a bit too extravagant. If someone finds out, that could be a problem."
Scratching his head, Steven ultimately settled for building just a 5x5 wooden cube—perfectly square and ridiculously simple.
—At least, on the surface.
In reality, he dug out a three-story basement, filled it with dozens of large and small chests, and even cleared a small patch of land outside his front door to plant some bright green potato sprouts—a stark contrast against the endless white snowfield.
Because no matter what, as a true Minecrafter, he had his principles:
You can lack everything, but you must have chests and farmland!
Once all that was done, Steven solemnly pulled out his pink wool bed from his inventory, his expression almost sacred as he gently placed it in the center of his tiny wooden cabin.
Placing this bed down meant one thing—
This was his real home now.
Sure, it was a bit basic, but at least it was handmade.
And most importantly, this entire land was now his.
Satisfied, he clapped his hands, then cut a skylight into the roof, sealing it with glass to let in some natural light.
For extra ambiance, he placed a redstone lamp beside his bed before nodding in approval.
Finally, stepping outside, Steven took a long look at the first structure he had built since arriving in this world.
Objectively speaking?
It was… just a matchbox house.
Not much to comment on, really.
But hey, at least it was better than digging a hole in the ground, right?
Looking at his decidedly unimpressive "house," Steven grinned wryly.
Now that he had a place to stay, it was about time to see if there were any interesting "neighbors" nearby for a friendly chat.
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