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

Isn't it common courtesy to show sincerity before asking for help?

Oh wait, shouldn't there be some display of goodwill before making a request?

Steven squinted his eyes. He didn't need to think too hard to know what the girl in front of him, named Warfarin, wanted—to ask him for something. Most likely, she was just drooling over his body.

But Steven owed her nothing, so why should he agree to anything?

Or rather, what's in it for him?

"No need to reject so decisively. We could chat first, and maybe you'd change your mind," Warfarin said.

Even after being rejected, Warfarin didn't seem discouraged. Instead, she took a step closer, closing the gap Steven had deliberately created.

"There's really nothing to talk about. I'm in great health—not to the point where I need a doctor," Steven said with a slightly sheepish smile, but still refused her invitation.

A pretty girl suddenly being overly kind to him? Steven wasn't vain enough to think it was all because of his charm.

"That's not necessarily true. I've seen plenty of patients who said the same thing, only to find out too late when something was wrong."

"Can I assume this is just professional advice from a doctor and not some subtle curse?"

Steven shrugged. No one knew his physical condition better than he did. His status bar displayed everything clearly. Except for the tag "Rejection of World Will I," which seemed permanently stuck on him, all indicators showed he was in excellent health.

He could probably punch a cow to death without breaking a sweat.

"Of course, it's just advice. But if you're this resistant, Mr. Steve, I won't press further. Everyone has their secrets they don't want others to know," Warfarin said.

Seeing how firmly Steven rejected her, Warfarin didn't insist further. She moved away from him and sat behind the medical table, resting her face on one hand while her eyes remained fixed on him.

The scent of this man was unique—so unique that in Warfarin's long life, she had never encountered anything quite like it.

It wasn't the scent of any known race recorded in this world. Yet to Warfarin, it held an inexplicable allure, making her blood-drinking instincts as a vampire almost unbearable. She had to fight the urge to taste Steven's blood.

However, her rationality won out. Her instincts told her that if she acted impulsively, she might face something terrifying.

"Can you stop staring at me like that? I know I'm handsome, but you can't just keep staring without paying. I'll charge you," Steven said, scratching his head.

What's with these old monsters who love pretending to be young? One speaks in riddles, and the other looks at him like she wants to eat him.

Outcast and Carmen, who openly embraced their ages, were much easier to deal with.

On second thought, Steven realized he wasn't in a position to criticize. He wasn't exactly a fresh cucumber either, and his personality was pretty eccentric by his own admission.

"Alright, here's 1,000 Lungmen dollars. Let's start with five minutes," Warfarin said.

To Steven's surprise, she handed him a wad of cash—the same type of bills Gavial had given him before. With that, Warfarin's pale, sickly face moved closer.

Perhaps because she had paid, her gaze became even more bold and unrestrained. She stopped just short of reaching out to touch him.

"Tsk. Let's just have a normal conversation. You're scaring me," Steven said.

Now he understood how others felt about his erratic personality. Probably no different from how he felt now.

She had paid, so he couldn't just brush her off.

Instead of awkwardly being stared at, he decided to talk about something to pass the time.

"So, Mr. Steve, what do you want to ask? I'm listening. I tend to ask more questions, but if yours aren't too difficult, I'll do my best to answer."

Although she said this, Warfarin's gaze never left him.

"You're not going to talk in riddles, right?" Steven asked, frowning.

"Riddles? Oh, I think I know what you mean. Don't worry. While I'm on good terms with Kal'tsit, I'm nothing like her. If your questions aren't too tricky, I'll answer them directly," Warfarin said, covering her mouth and chuckling lightly.

"Good. There's something I've been curious about, and I didn't know who to ask. Since this is your field of expertise, you might have an answer," Steven said, stroking his chin as he pondered his question.

"What exactly is Originium, and what is Oripathy?"

This question had puzzled Steven for a long time. This world had something called Originium-based arts and technologies. Outcast and Kal'tsit often mentioned Oripathy, and even the synthetic monsters in the ruined church had dropped unstable Originium shards.

What exactly was this stuff?

It wasn't just curiosity. During his experiments, Steven discovered that Originium could be used as an equivalent exchange material for EMC points. Most things in the mod only recognized items from the Minecraft world.

If Originium turned out to be easy to acquire, it would solve his resource problem.

After all, a single unstable Originium shard was equivalent to a gold ingot. And it dropped from monsters—it's practically a gold mine!

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