Reborn with Steve Stand

Although somewhat bewildered, the little mage finally tacitly accepted the existence of the sword.

After all, compared to the prattling Manyullyn Cleaver, she found the taciturn heavy sword more reliable.

As for Fang Mo, after seeing off the little mage, he returned to the house.

Since turning into a block person, Fang Mo had become a light sleeper. The earlier commotion had disrupted his drowsiness, leaving him wide awake.

So, he decided to study his new ability, the "Mom's Love" module.

Based on Fang Mo's past experience, functional modules typically came with extremely powerful abilities, and the Mom's Love module was no exception.

In the game, this module's function was simply to grant new players a death-without-loss feature. But that was just its game function, not its operating principle.

The true mechanism was to designate certain players. When these players uttered the correct code words, the module's mechanism would detect it, trigger the rule, and execute pre-set events.

And this was Fang Mo's new ability.

Frankly, this power overlapped somewhat with the Dimensional Demon God's system. However, compared to the complex dimensional permissions, the Mom's Love module was clearly more user-friendly.

For example, Fang Mo could choose any living entity and set up a mechanism. Suppose Nick Fury encountered danger and Fang Mo set it so that if Fury whipped himself twice while shouting "We are their slaves," he would become invulnerable. If Fury really did that, he would indeed become invulnerable.

Of course, this was just a simple example. This ability was very flexible. Rather than a special ability, it was more like a power system in itself, with Fang Mo at the core and others as his followers.

If Fang Mo wished, he could even create systems akin to magic nets, levels, or sequences. Followers could activate pre-set spells or event models by reciting specific incantations, making specific gestures, or fulfilling certain prerequisites.

Since this ability was a reality-modified module, it was easier to operate than the godly permissions of the Dimensional Demon God.

The only trouble was that Fang Mo had to set up these event models himself. If he wanted Logan to breathe fire, Logan just needed to say something flippant, but Fang Mo would have to create the fire model using arcane rings, Laevatein, ghost paths, ninjutsu, or dimensional power.

To experiment, Fang Mo wrote an event and then pulled out a test subject: "Alright, you're up, Little Black."

"Huh? What's this?" The pulled-out black sperm looked bewildered but quickly noticed Fang Mo. "Uh, Master?"

"I just created a new skill, let's test it on you." Fang Mo, without further ado, pressed his hand on the black sperm's forehead.

"Ah???" The black sperm was initially stunned but then quickly realized something was wrong: "Wait! Master, I can't handle this..."

Before he could finish, Fang Mo's hand was already on his head.

With a thought from Fang Mo, the Mom's Love module instantly bound to the black sperm. Expecting a deadly attack, the black sperm closed his eyes, but nothing happened. Soon, the pressure on his head lifted as Fang Mo withdrew his hand.

"Done."

Fang Mo's voice quickly followed.

"Uh… what?" The black sperm opened his eyes, still confused. "Master, what did you do?"

"Oh, it's like this." Fang Mo thought for a moment, then started making things up: "I just developed an auto-feeding spell. I remember you lack protein, so this should help."

"… Huh?" The black sperm scratched his head, puzzled. "What's an auto-feeding spell?"

"Do it like this." Fang Mo demonstrated, suddenly shouting angrily: "Centaurs be damned!"

"Uh… Centaurs be damned!?"

The black sperm didn't understand the significance but was quick to mimic Fang Mo.

As soon as he said it, a steak dropped from above without warning.

"Uh, this…"

Black Sperm instinctively grabbed the steak, feeling a bit bewildered.

"Try it," Fang Mo said at just the right moment.

"Okay." Black Sperm hesitated slightly but didn't dare to defy the terrifying Fang Mo. He quickly stuffed the steak into his mouth.

After chewing for a bit, Black Sperm showed a somewhat surprised expression: "Uh… this is actually quite good. What kind of meat is this?"

"It's iron beef," Fang Mo replied with a smile. "I learned it on the spot from Uncle Ba. How's my cooking?"

"Master, you're amazing," Black Sperm said as he devoured the steak. "Though the steak is a bit tough, it's very chewy, high in protein, and extremely tasty. I guess it was freshly grilled?"

"Yes, it was grilled," Fang Mo nodded. When the Twilight Minotaurs are killed, they drop cooked meat, and the mob tower has a burning function. It's an automated process from slaughtering to grilling. The key is freshness.

Combined with the MC guarantee of high-quality products, the taste was excellent.

"This is really delicious," Black Sperm said, finishing the steak in a few bites. He rubbed his hands together and awkwardly asked Fang Mo, "Master, can I have another piece?"

"Oh, this was all for you," Fang Mo said nonchalantly. "Eat as much as you want. If you're hungry, just recite the spell. I have tons of this meat. If you don't eat it, I would just throw it into the lava."

"That's awesome," Black Sperm cheered. "Long live the Master!"

"Alright, you can go back now," Fang Mo said, satisfied with the experiment's success. He raised his hand to send Black Sperm back to the pure white dimension. But at that moment, the entire room suddenly began to shake violently, and a sound of creaking filled the air.

In an instant, the room became a mess.

"Huh? What's this…" Black Sperm was stunned. "Is there an enemy?"

"Hm?" Fang Mo glanced at the mini-map but saw nothing unusual. The shaking soon stopped.

"Probably an earthquake…" Fang Mo thought about his new ability and didn't pay much attention to the shaking.

"Let me help you clean up," Black Sperm said, starting to tidy up the fallen furniture and sweep the floor. Surprisingly, he did it quite professionally.

Seeing this, Fang Mo decided not to interfere. He had other tests planned for Black Sperm later.

From the recent operation, Fang Mo gained a better understanding of his new ability. While it didn't enhance his strength, it had high potential and could be convenient if studied thoroughly.

For instance, Black Sperm, who was severely weakened and needed to consume protein continuously to regain his strength, could benefit from the grilled steaks dropped by the Twilight Minotaurs. Fang Mo had an abundance of these steaks, filling up not just ordinary chests but even diamond ones. They were now stored in resonant storage boxes.

Since he hadn't unlocked any modules that required food consumption for power generation or magic production, it would be a waste to throw them into the void. So, it was better to use them to feed the black slaves.

With his new ability, Fang Mo was like a child with a new toy, continuously researching it. Black Sperm cooperated well, and before they knew it, a whole day had passed. It wasn't until a knock on the door interrupted them that Fang Mo snapped back to reality.

"Master, it seems someone was knocking on the door," Black Sperm reminded.

"Oh, it's probably that little Nunu coming back," Fang Mo said casually. "Today's experiment ends here."

"Understood," Black Sperm nodded in agreement.

Fang Mo used a gravitational field to open the door. With a creak, the wooden door opened, revealing the pitiful figure of a small demon from the outside.

Fang Mo glanced at the little mage and found that they were already in a disheveled state. The once white and soft snowman outfit was now soaked with brown stains, covered in dust and mud, and even had a few leaves stuck to it. They looked as bedraggled as could be.

"What's this...?"

Seeing this, Fang Mo couldn't help but comment, "Did you go out scavenging for food?"

"You..."

The little mage was about to explode in anger but suddenly remembered something. They turned weakly to glance behind them, their tone softening, "Could you... please put that big guy away first? He's had a tough day."

"Alright, I can do that."

Fang Mo casually raised his hand, summoning back the Cosmic Neutron Heavy Sword, which he then stored behind him.

"What's with all your weapons, anyway!?"

Just as Fang Mo put away the Degenerate Neutron Heavy Sword, the little mage began to jump up and down, venting their frustration, "Do you have any idea how close I came to being killed by that thing today!?"

"How do you manage to be both 'arrogant' and 'timid' at the same time?"

Seeing the little mage's reaction, Fang Mo couldn't help but retort, "The last person I saw with both of these traits was Empress Dowager Cixi…"

"Should I just kill myself then?"

Suppressing their anger, the little mage asked.

"Oh, no, don't do that." Fang Mo waved his hand. "Anyway, tell me about the sword. My command was for it to protect you… Did you insult it or something?"

"Of course not!"

The little mage couldn't help but shout, "I just couldn't defeat a minotaur named Sauta, so I sought its help..."

"Minotaurs are just asking to be killed!"

Before they could finish, a voice full of righteous indignation suddenly interjected.

"?"

The little mage instinctively turned towards the voice, only to see a black entity devouring a steak, "What... is that?"

"Hello, I am Master's Sperm."

The black entity mumbled through a mouthful of steak.

"What is that supposed to..."

"Cough, cough, cough!!" Fang Mo quickly interrupted, "Ahem... Let me introduce you, it's my summoned dark elemental spirit, Cermintic."

"???"

The little mage, well-versed in magic, immediately widened her eyes, "You call that thing Cermintic? Do you even know how big Cermintic is supposed to be?"

"When I first summoned it, it was indeed very skinny…"

Fang Mo shrugged, "So I fed it steaks. Look how strong it is now. It's almost evolved into a high-ranking dark elf, Merkel..."

"That's not Cermintic at all!"

The little mage yelled.

"Alright, alright, if you say so." Fang Mo nodded dismissively, then grabbed the black entity and stuffed it back into the pure white dimension. "Alright, now that the summoning is canceled, can you continue with what you were saying?"

"Continue?"

The little mage paused, then recalled the matter, immediately getting furious again, "Yes! I was saying I couldn't defeat that minotaur, so I asked for help. Do you know what it did!?"

"What did it... do?" Fang Mo prompted.

"I don't even want to talk about it, I'm exhausted."

The little mage sighed deeply and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, "Go see for yourself."

"Huh?"

Curious, Fang Mo stood up and walked towards the door.

After stepping outside, he looked up and instantly teleported to ten thousand meters above ground, then turned his gaze.

"Uh... what the hell?"

Even from a distance, he could see a huge portion of the Grand Flores had inexplicably vanished, leaving behind a massive crater, as if something had wiped it out completely. The destruction rivaled that of Pain's Shinra Tensei. It was utterly absurd.

Seeing this, a thought crossed Fang Mo's mind.

He seemed to understand the cause of today's earthquake...

"...damn!"

Realizing this, Fang Mo's vision went dark. The next second, he teleported back to the ground, grabbed the little mage, and walked away.

"What are you doing?"

The little mage looked up at Fang Mo.

"Cough, cough, anyway, I saw what happened in the Grand Flores. I didn't expect the Degenerate Neutron Heavy Sword to go all out like that." Fang Mo walked, awkwardly clearing his throat. "But this was a minor mistake; anyone could make it..."

"Wiping an entire area off the map is a minor mistake!?"

The little mage looked up in disbelief, "Then what's a major mistake?"

"Getting caught is a major mistake!!!"

Fang Mo immediately replied, "This incident is quite serious. We should pin it on the Creator God Carloso and make a quick exit."

"Exit?"

Suppressing her exasperation, the little mage asked, "Where are we going?"

"To the west coast." Fang Mo answered straightforwardly, "You need a serious upgrade. Let Sharan change your profession first. I've already planned your career path."