Chapter Seventy: Seeds (2)
“Catapult Tower…”
Within the central castle, a symbol of power and honor, Mo Fangyuan paced relentlessly inside the meeting room.
He glanced at the kingdom map spread across the table and let out a deep sigh.
No matter how he racked his brains, Mo Fangyuan could not recall any structures related to catapult towers.
In his previous life, ancient defenders would simply mount catapults behind city walls, hurling stones over the ramparts to fend off enemies.
“Damn it…”
“It seems this thing really only exists in games…”
Only now did Mo Fangyuan realize that such defensive buildings as catapult towers did not exist in reality. The idea had occurred to him because so many strategy games he played featured them.
“But… Block World isn’t like those old worlds! If it didn’t exist before, I can just build one, right? There’s no rule against it!”
“At least in this half-game world, creating such a thing should be possible…”
Newton would be furious!
“Hmm… This should be pretty simple; after all, Block World doesn’t bother with scientific rules!”
Mo Fangyuan carefully recalled the catapult towers modeled in those games.
The tower’s base was much like an archer tower, only the upper platform needed to be larger to accommodate a catapult.
The catapult tower would be a fixed structure; the catapult atop it wouldn’t move, so the four wheels weren’t necessary…
He could install a rotating platform beneath the catapult, allowing it to spin 360 degrees without blind spots, so it could fire in any direction…
The base could be modified with pistons—after all, in Block World, gravity didn’t exist, so there’d be no stress no matter how much weight was placed atop a piston… And there was still some redstone left in the kingdom, so using a bit would raise no objections from Fangzhi…
With just a few thoughts, the prototype of the first catapult tower took shape in Mo Fangyuan’s mind.
Of course, mere imagination wouldn’t do; it had to be built and tested to see if it worked.
Resolving himself, Mo Fangyuan decided to assign a team the next morning to construct a catapult tower outside the city and experiment.
“Do you know what happened today? I met His Majesty the King in my mother’s workshop!”
“Really! His Majesty is so charming! So handsome!”
“I think I’m falling in love!”
Yue Jingjing stood at the podium, her cheeks flushed, proudly boasting to the children below about her encounter.
“I will definitely become a great hero in the future! A hero who protects the King and the Block Kingdom!”
Recalling the final words exchanged with the King, Yue Jingjing could barely contain her passionate excitement.
The original school consisted of only a single room; the space was small, and even filled with desks, it could only hold about twenty students. The environment was quite modest.
But as more families immigrated to the Block Kingdom, and the kingdom enforced mandatory schooling for every minor, the number of students steadily increased.
Now there were sixty-one!
A single room could no longer suffice.
To address this, Old Duan deliberately selected two clever young people, intending to train them as teachers to help him manage the children.
When Mo Fangyuan learned of this, he paid special attention, allocating two additional rooms as classrooms and began preparing resources to build a proper school.
Education is the foundation of national prosperity, a matter of utmost importance—children are the hope of the future.
This is a truth known to all who live in the information age.
Determined that these blossoms of the Block Kingdom should be nurtured, Mo Fangyuan resolved to build a good school.
As a half-experienced builder, he had plenty of experience in school construction.
He had built no fewer than five schools in his previous life.
Among them were medieval-style, modern Eastern and Western styles, and classical designs.
Though, admittedly, all these schools built by Mo Fangyuan had ultimately been demolished by his own hand…
Of course, building a school was just the first step; additional plans awaited implementation once conditions allowed.
After all, education is a hundred-year enterprise, and must not be rushed.
“Really?!”
“How amazing!”
“Jingjing, tell us about His Majesty the King~”
“Is His Majesty powerful?”
To the other children, meeting and conversing with the great King was a tremendous honor.
For many, their greatest dream beyond career aspirations was to speak with His Majesty.
“That’s for sure! His Majesty is really tall and strong… and so charming!”
“And His Majesty fully supports my ideals!”
Thinking of the King’s encouraging words, Yue Jingjing felt deeply grateful, wishing desperately to grow up and devote herself to His Majesty.
“Wow!”
“That’s so cool!”
“Me too!”
The classroom erupted like a boiling kettle; those still uncertain about their career dreams or wavering in their choices suddenly veered toward the warrior’s path.
In this era where block people lived on the edge, a powerful, capable King was the best spiritual idol the block people could have.
“I’ve decided! From now on, I’ll strive to be a warrior!”
“To serve His Majesty the King!”
“Me too!”
“Count me in!”
“Me too!”
Amid the lively chatter, the values of these children—symbols of the future—began to take shape.
Subconsciously, they gravitated toward Mo Fangyuan’s values.
The seed of Block People’s supremacy had cracked open, awaiting the day it would take root and flourish.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~
As the sun set, crimson light bathed the weathered Block Land.
The eastern sky was already darkening, and after a week of respite, the fierce winds returned to the land.
The wind howled, snow fell in wild torrents.
“What abominable weather!”
After today’s intense stimulation, Mo Fangyuan felt feverish, shedding several layers of robes.
But the moment he stepped outside, he was blasted by a snowstorm.
The sensation was like swimming in a frigid lake in winter without underwear—exhilaratingly intense.
In such cold weather, no one could work for long—even if someone tried, Mo Fangyuan wouldn’t allow it, as it would severely harm them.
He needed resources, but would never trade the health or lives of block people for them!
Standing by the balcony, watching the hurried passersby, Mo Fangyuan’s tears could not be restrained. The snowfall meant an early end to the workday, which meant no overtime…
His youth had come to an end!
That night, the blizzard grew fiercer, as if the raging heavens wished to vent their wrath upon the world.
Temperatures in Block World plummeted; many freshly spawned monsters froze to death before even opening their eyes.
The king of monsters slumbered, block people huddled in their homes, animals gathered for warmth…
While the main world slipped into slumber, Hell erupted in fierce warfare.
The Pigman Empire could no longer contain its ambition, reigniting the flames of war within the Nether Fortress.
Countless pigmen, clad in brand-new armor, led zombie pigmen in an assault on the former overlord of the Nether—the Fortress faction.
Having plundered resources from the main world for nearly a year, they were well-supplied and powerful, no longer a force that ordinary factions could contend with.
Their target was clear: the largest city of the Fortress faction—Erninia.
This colossal fortress, perched above the Sea of Molten Lava, was once the city with the most Nether monsters and connected to other fortresses, its transport routes extending in all directions.
Once this city fell, the Fortress faction would be left powerless to resist.
At that point, the Pigman Empire, having unified all Nether forces, would be even stronger when invading the main world.
For further development, the Pigman Empire sought conquest, while the fortress monsters fought to defend their homeland, beginning a world war in the Nether that would last for years…