One month later, new cities rose from the scorched earth across the land of China.
The broken walls and ruins of the past had completely vanished, replaced by neatly planned, brand-new towns. Paths crossed through fertile fields, the sounds of life filled the air, and lush farmland stretched toward the horizon. The Chinese land, once ravaged by the fires of war, radiated incredible vitality under the driving force of Minecraft powers.
The people's faces beamed with long-lost smiles—a look of cherishing a new life after struggling out of the abyss of despair. The admiration and gratitude for the Magnetic Field Sect, and specifically for Sect Master Ian, reached a peak in the hearts of every survivor. Across the country, shrines for the living were spontaneously erected for the magnetic field experts, especially Ian. Incense burned brightly, day and night without end.
Ian stood in the center of a newly built plaza. Watching the thriving scene before him, he couldn't help but marvel at Zambo's professionalism.
A month ago, Ian had selected a high-ranking Japanese officer—a man burdened with heavy sins whose hands were stained with the blood of countless innocent Chinese people. Ian had placed his palm on the officer's crown, and as invisible power surged, a stream of information was injected into the body. The officer's frame shook violently; the terror and malice in his eyes were rapidly replaced by a hollow, vacant stare.
The next moment, a completely different consciousness, carrying extreme fanaticism, awakened within that shell.
"Master! Your most, most, most loyal Zambo offers you his highest respects!"
This was indeed Zambo, summoned by Ian from another world.
"Stand up. I have a job for you."
"To ease the Boss's worries is Zambo's supreme honor!"
Zambo immediately straightened his back, his face filled with unconcealed ecstasy. Ian then bestowed upon him the heavy responsibility of "Commander-in-Chief of Post-War Construction." At the same time, Ian "converted" a large number of Japanese invaders who had been captured or killed in battle. These walking corpses, retaining basic motor functions, became the most loyal "Zombie Laborer Clones" under Zambo's command.
Under Zambo's efficient and fanatical direction, this special construction army plunged into a grand nationwide reconstruction effort. Tireless and fearless of death, they repaired the wounds of war with astonishing efficiency.
Zambo brought more than just "laborers" possessing partial Minecraft player abilities—those who could freely manipulate blocks. He also brought the special Minecraft crop seeds Ian had gifted him previously. Once planted in this world, these miraculous seeds could reach maturity in just one or two days.
The ripened wheat stalks were as thick as an adult man's arm, and the rice grains were fuller than pearls. The one-cubic-meter watermelons grown from the earth carried a fragrance that wafted for miles. The staggering yield quickly resolved the most severe post-war famine risks. The commoners hailed these crops as "Miraculous Immortal Grains," and their reverence for the Magnetic Field Sect deepened even further.
The earth-shaking changes that occurred in China within a single month were as unbelievable as a myth. This news spread rapidly across the globe through various secret and public channels. The global powers were shaken, their hearts filled with indescribable wariness and fear.
The Magnetic Field Sect.
This name became a sharp sword hanging over the hearts of every world leader. They frantically gathered intelligence, attempting to analyze the true goals of this suddenly risen Eastern power, as well as the terrifying strength and capabilities hidden behind this "god-speed construction" that could overturn the world order. Various factions speculated on exactly what Ian and the Magnetic Field Sect intended to do.
Early one morning, as sunlight filtered through the mist onto the streets of the new city, Ian gathered Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, and the other magnetic field experts.
"The 'Purification' within China and the preliminary reconstruction are complete."
Ian's tone was calm, yet beneath that calm seemed to simmer a sky-turning rage.
Zhang Chulan rubbed his hands together, his face showing a hint of excitement. "Brother Ian, does that mean it's time for us to go to that place?"
Wang Ye leaned against a doorframe and yawned, though his eyes were sharp and clear. "Yeah. It's time to pay a 'visit' to the originators of this war. Brother Ian, when do we leave?"
"Now. Destination: The Japanese Home Islands—Mount Fuji."
Ian then drew out the Human Emperor Banner. The banner's surface was now a weave of gold and red; blood-color and golden light reflected off each other as if magma were flowing within it. Upon it, the phantoms of hundreds of millions of heroic souls roared and shrieked. The concentrated resentment and battle intent emitted a pressure more terrifying than ever before.
When the Human Emperor Banner sensed the crystal-clear goal in Ian's heart, the staff began to hum violently. The golden-red light surged, as if it couldn't wait to drink the blood of its enemies and wash away the accumulated hatred.
"It seems it can't wait either."
Ian gripped the banner pole tightly. He offered no further words and gave the others no time to prepare. Powerful magnetic field strength erupted from his body, and the space before him was easily torn like fragile cloth. A pitch-black, deep spatial rift appeared out of thin air, radiating an unsettling aura.
"Let's go."
Ian took the first step, entering the rift. Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye exchanged a glance, both seeing an irrepressible battle intent and excitement in each other's eyes. They followed closely behind.
The next moment, atop Mount Fuji—the sacred mountain of the Japanese people. On the snow-capped summit, the wind howled. Ian's group appeared out of thin air on the edge of the volcanic crater.
At the same time, the light screen that had been silent for a while lit up again without warning, this time directly covering the entire globe. North America, Europe, Asia, Africa, Oceania... No matter where one was, as long as they looked up, they could see the crystal-clear images.
The eyes of the world instantly focused on the summit of Mount Fuji, looking at Ian and the golden-red banner in his hand that radiated an ominous aura. A powerful premonition rose in the heart of every viewer: a storm far more terrifying and grand than the previous clearing of the war was about to arrive.
Inside the cabinet meeting room in the Japanese capital, piercing alarms rang out the moment the light screen appeared.
"Baka-yaro! How could he appear there?!"
"Mount Fuji! They aren't planning to detonate it, are they?!"
"Quick! Mobilize all Self-Defense Forces! Stop him at all costs!"
"We absolutely cannot let him detonate it! If it goes off, Japan will cease to exist!"
The hysterical roars were filled with unconcealed terror and despair.
Ian stood on the peak of Mount Fuji, overlooking the towns below and the distant ocean. The Human Emperor Banner in his hand vibrated even more violently as it sensed the disgusting aura permeating this land.