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

Steven wanted to refuse her "good person card." 

While he wasn't some irredeemable villain, being a good person wasn't easy these days either.

When you might have a gun pointed at you at any time, being a good person wasn't as comfortable as being a carefree joker.

Still, for Steven, the feeling of being trusted was rare, so after a brief moment of silence, he smiled again. 

This time, however, his smile carried no teasing for Irene but instead held a touch of reassurance.

"Just for that trust of yours, little Inquisitor, I'll be the good guy you want me to be this time," he said.

Stopping mid-run, Steven turned to face the terrifying horde of monsters charging toward him like a swarm of locusts.

If he wanted to be a joker, it was about finding ways to make himself happy. Irene's words had made him feel good, so he didn't mind helping her out. 

Originally, he'd planned to see just how far this so-called Inquisitor could go and learn how people in this world used their powers. But it seemed those questions would have to wait.

Planting his Netherite Sword into the ground, Steven leaned both hands on the hilt and rested, standing as if ready to take on the entire horde by himself.

Irene, who had been running away, was dumbfounded by his sudden action and could only stop and stare at Steven's not-so-imposing figure against the backdrop of monsters.

She couldn't understand what Steven was thinking. She had told him to run first, so why was he suddenly volunteering to stay behind?

"Are you crazy? These things are mainly trying to hold you back, but if you just stand there, they'll overwhelm you!"

Not sensing any Originium energy fluctuations from Steven, Irene would have thought he was just seeking death if she hadn't witnessed his lightning-fast sword strike earlier.

Without Originium Arts, even her mentor, the High Inquisitor Dario, wouldn't dare face so many Sea Terror alone. Everyone understood that enough ants could kill an elephant.

"I'm not just standing here," Steven said. "I promised to help, so I won't lie to you. If you trust me, stand behind me and just watch."

He waved casually to the girl behind him, his confidence making it seem as though he were facing a horde of insignificant bugs rather than terrifying monsters.

"We've been running for a while, and this open space is as good a place as any to send these things on their way."

Stretching his shoulders, Steven glanced at the monsters now mere meters away, then grinned—a cruel, almost sadistic smile.

"But even if you can do it," Irene retorted, "if these things manage to hold you up, who knows what bigger, more dangerous monsters might show up next? You should think about your companion , even if you don't care about yourself!"

She looked at Steven with doubt, her instincts telling her that he wasn't bluffing. Otherwise, she would have already taken Gladiia and left him behind.

"Ah, but have you considered that's exactly what I want?" Steven replied, turning to pat Gladiia's head. The little amnesiac trusted him implicitly, no matter what he did.

"Besides," he added, "I don't think I've mentioned this, but I'm actually pretty strong."

With those words, Steven raised his right arm high. 

Dealing with a swarm of monsters? That was no big deal to him. 

He'd survived zombie hordes and monster sieges. What could these ugly things possibly do?

Irene was still puzzling over his words when the next moment challenged everything she thought she knew. 

A flash of light appeared in Steven's raised hand, and instead of unleashing some Originium Art, as she'd expected, he somehow conjured a large, meter-wide gray block of stone.

It was just a stone block. Nothing more, nothing less. It didn't differ fundamentally from the rocks by the roadside or beneath her feet. The only notable traits were its unusual sharp edges and its disproportionately large size.

Holding the block effortlessly with one hand, Steven casually flung it like a pitcher throwing a baseball.

Boom!

A deafening roar cut through the air like a meteor streaking across the sky. 

Irene couldn't fathom how such a massive stone could reach that kind of speed. 

By the time she realized what was happening, a wide area in front of Steven had already been cleared, leaving only wreckage in its wake.

The Sea Terror along its path had been reduced to debris, and where the stone landed, it created a crater more than ten meters wide, as though a meteor had struck. 

The heat from the high-speed impact had left scorch marks along its path, and the crater's depths were scorched black as if it had been incinerated.

What kind of monstrous strength was this? Was Steven a human-shaped Feranmut?

What left Irene speechless was Steven's expression, still casual and nonchalant. 

He conjured another identical block of stone out of nowhere and prepared to throw it again.

Irene never imagined someone could produce such jaw-dropping results just by throwing rocks.

Staring as if in a dream, she rubbed her eyes and watched Steven operate like a human catapult, hurling block after block at a frequency of one per second, decimating the sea of monsters in front of him.

Only Steven himself knew that if he had access to his usual mod, he wouldn't have to resort to throwing stones like a caveman. 

While the "brute force and bricks" approach was undeniably effective, it was also utterly lacking in elegance or flair.

What kind of grown man still fought by throwing rocks? How embarrassing!

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