Arknightcraft Modpack - Chapter 3.1: Steven O’Steven, How Could You Sink So Low
Steven had considered that the method of obtaining these so-called “World Acknowledgment Points” might be somewhat peculiar. However, what he didn’t expect was that he would obtain this thing for the first time just by patting someone on the head.
Turning to look at Gladiia, who had an expression of enjoyment on her face because of his head-patting, Steven now felt like she was a mobile point-generating machine.
In his previous Minecraft world, sustainable development like this usually required automated production lines.
However, Steven hadn’t reached the point where he needed to hang people on lampposts just yet.
The girl’s tall figure didn’t lose out even when standing next to Steven, who was 1.8 meters tall himself. Her current innocent and cute expression, along with her strange yet cool clothing, created a contrasting charm that made Steven inexplicably proud.
The current situation didn’t seem too bad, did it?
“But forget it, using a clueless girl with amnesia as a tool is a bit too embarrassing.”
With some regret, Steven gave up on the idea of keeping things as they were and using her to earn World Acknowledgment Points. Using a beautiful girl like her was enjoyable, but it wouldn’t be fun if he treated her as a tool for some ulterior motive.
He had to figure out a way to cure her first.
Checking the items he had brought with him from the previous world, Steven sighed in disappointment. His second transmigration had come without any warning. At least when he transmigrated to the blocky world, there was a reason for it—the damn mud truck that out of nowhere hit him in the back.
But this time, he had just been preparing to trade some Emeralds and gain some experience with the big-nosed villagers in his backyard, and the next moment, he found himself in the middle of the ocean at an altitude of ten thousand meters.
Aside from a few stacks of gold ingots for trading and some steak and milk for daily consumption, Steven didn’t even have basic armor equipped. His weapon was just an underworld alloy sword used for dealing with peasants who dared to trade one potato for his twenty emeralds.
After all, Steven had already reached the point of returning to the original survival mode and waiting to die. There was no need to carry so much stuff.
“No healing potions, but even if I had them, I’m not sure they would work for amnesia. I do have a bucket of milk, but can that really help with amnesia? I only have this one bucket, so I should use it sparingly.”
Talking to himself, pondering how to treat the girl’s amnesia, Steven couldn’t help but feel nostalgic for his omnipotent creative mode.
If he could use mod items, he had at least ten thousand ways to cure her. Unfortunately, he couldn’t use a single one right now. Steven didn’t want to be kicked out of this world so soon.
“So, does this mean that all I can do right now is pat heads to earn points?”
While expressing his resistance to this situation, Steven’s hand didn’t stop. He continued to gently stroke the girl’s silky white hair, as if he were petting a cute kitten.
Although this “kitten” was a bit on the large side, who could refuse a beautiful girl?
【Ding, World World Acknowledgment Points +1, +1, +1…】
“Umm, Steven, Steven, how could you sink so low?”
Self-deprecating, but Steven’s lips involuntarily curled up.
Just ten more pats, and then he’ll have thirty points.
As for the girl, Gladiia seemed to really enjoy Steven’s head-patting. Her face, which was excessively fair, displayed a happy smile. She looked like a girl receiving encouragement from her father.
Before losing her memory, this girl probably lacked paternal love.
Steven made this assumption while also considering where he should go next to earn some World Acknowledgement Points and how he could cure the girl in front of him.
Unfortunately, before he could achieve the achievement of patting her head ten times, a group of figures emerged from the sea in front of him, interrupting his actions.
Because of the moonlight, the seawater appeared somewhat dim. A foul smell of fermented seafood wafted in with the waves. Along with it, a group of creatures that Steven couldn’t find words to describe also appeared.