Arknights: I'm Pretty Strong With Minecraft — Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Foxmoon Blade

The Lungmen wind whipped across the rooftop, carrying the faint scent of exhaust and ozone. Ivan crouched in the shadow of a ventilation unit, wholly absorbed in whatever he was turning over in his hands.

The Doctor leaned over, peering past Ivan’s shoulder to see a plain, blocky wooden sword resting in his grip. A dry, muffled laugh escaped from beneath the Doctor’s visor.

“Ivan, what exactly are you tinkering with over there? You suddenly have the free time to whittle children’s toys? What is that even for? Whac-A-Mole?”

Ivan didn’t bother looking up. His thumbs brushed over the pixel-perfect edges of the wood. “If you don’t know the meta, keep quiet. This right here is the base material for a god-tier weapon. Whatever, you wouldn’t get it even if I drew you a tech tree.”

He stood up, dusting off his knees, and raised his voice across the roof. “Hoshiguma! Come here and give me a hand!”

The tall Oni turned, her massive triangular shield resting easily against her shoulder. She walked over, her heavy boots thudding against the concrete, a puzzled expression crossing her features. “Sure. What do you need?”

Ivan pointed the wooden tip toward an open stretch of the rooftop. “Plant your shield right there. Dig your heels in and try to block my swing.”

Hoshiguma stared at the flimsy piece of wood, then at the towering slab of Originium-resistant alloy in her hands. A wooden stick against a riot shield built to shrug off artillery fire? She didn’t voice the absurdity. Trusting his bizarre track record, she slammed Prajna into the concrete. The metal ground against the stone as she dropped into a flawless defensive stance.

“Alright.”

The sudden shift in atmosphere drew the attention of the rest of the squad. Ch’en crossed her arms, her tail flicking in mild irritation. “What exactly are you two doing?”

Hoshiguma offered a helpless shrug from behind her metallic fortress. “No idea. He just told me to brace.”

Ivan rolled his shoulders, gripping the wooden hilt with both hands. “Ready? I’m holding back a decent chunk of my stats, but this still might sting a bit. Don’t drop it!”

Hoshiguma took a slow, measured breath, sinking her center of gravity lower. “I’m ready. Bring it!”

The casual demeanor vanished from Ivan’s face. His eyes narrowed. He stepped into the swing, driving his weight forward. The seemingly weightless wooden blade tore through the air, emitting a sharp, high-pitched whistle. It carried a terrifying, kinetic momentum that entirely betrayed his promise of holding back.

The wood crashed into the center of Prajna’s face.

A deafening, metallic shockwave erupted across the rooftop. The sheer kinetic force blasted outward, rattling the nearby ventilation grates. Hoshiguma grunted. The surging, impossible weight behind the blow forced her mountain-like posture to yield, her boots skidding half a step backward across the concrete.

She lowered the shield, her eyes wide with shock. Right in the center of the dark, battle-hardened alloy, a distinct white groove had been carved.

‘Just… a small wooden sword? And it packs this much kinetic force?!’She swallowed hard, staring at the casual gamer.’If he swung his usual heavy blade… what kind of monsters are the Reunion Movement about to face?!’

Ivan didn’t even notice her existential crisis. His gaze was locked onto the empty air in front of him, reading the floating translucent text.

[Achievement Unlocked: Cross-Section Intent!]

[Reward Obtained: Foxmoon Blade ‘Immortal Fox’]

[Reward Obtained: Foxmoon Blade ‘Spirit Fox’]

“Oh man… Holy shit!”

Ivan’s eyes practically sparkled as he skimmed the item descriptions. “This is top-tier! They aren’t fully forged yet, but I can upgrade these beauties myself.”

He gripped the wooden sword tighter, throwing his head back and letting out a booming, maniacal laugh.

The sudden outburst of joy left the tense onlookers entirely bewildered. They exchanged confused glances, completely out of the loop.

The Doctor merely stroked his chin beneath his hood, nodding slowly. ‘That guy… he definitely just rolled some high-tier loot.’

Ch’en looked from the ecstatic Ivan to the fresh white scar on Prajna. She let out a long, exhausted sigh, shaking her head. The Reunion Movement was about to experience a very painful, very unfair reality check.