Steve thought.
Since there are no mods, only vanilla MC, I will personally create a national-level Super Mod.
I will let the nation help me create unique mods specifically for these creatures.
General Randy's posture, which had been stiffened by shock, now began to tremble slightly involuntarily.
A deathly silence fell over the room.
It took a full half minute before General Randy seemed to recover from the massive shock.
He suddenly raised his head, his gaze no longer scrutinizing, but filled with an urgency akin to seeking confirmation of a miracle.
"Mr. Steve, I need to confirm the infinite resources you just mentioned again."
General Randy's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, his voice becoming dry.
"When you say infinite, do you mean a quantity vast enough for us to squander for a century? Or do you mean... truly inexhaustible and endless in the literal sense?"
Steve looked at the General before him, who had lost his composure, yet Steve's expression remained calm and indifferent. He casually picked up the block of coal on the table and tossed it lightly.
"General Randy, in that world you call the Overworld, there is a mechanism called Refresh, and a structure called a Mob Spawner Tower."
"As long as I set up the corresponding automated facilities, such as a Tree Farm, I only need to stand there, and tons of Raw Wood will be chopped, automatically collected, and entered into my inventory. The same applies to coal."
Speaking up to this point, a smile played on Steve's lips, as if he were discussing a trivial matter.
"As for Gold? That stuff is practically garbage in the Overworld except for making a few special Redstone Components and eating."
"As long as I build a Pigman Tower above the Nether Bedrock Layer, utilizing the Aggro Mechanism to make them continuously drop and die, I don't even need to lift a finger; I just need to stand underneath and wait."
"In less than a day, Gold Nuggets and Gold Ingots will pile up into mountains. If I wanted to, I could make the Gold flow like water and fill this Base."
"Garbage, flowing water."
General Randy muttered to himself, his brain feeling as if it had suffered a heavy blow.
As a General overseeing the whole picture, he knew all too well what Steve's words represented.
Are these even resources? This is clearly the pen that rewrites the course of human civilization.
He suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the cramped room, his military boots clicking rapidly on the floor.
As he walked, he began to rapidly hypothesize, as if a magnificent blueprint for a powerful nation had already unfolded before him.
"Mr. Steve , do you know what the infinite coal in your hands means?"
General Randy suddenly stopped, staring at Steve with bloodshot eyes, his voice passionate.
"Currently, thermal power still accounts for the majority of our country's electricity structure, 59% to be exact. For the sake of environmental protection and carbon emissions, we have been forced to shut down a large number of small thermal power plants, and even implement rolling blackouts when energy is scarce."
"Moreover, a significant portion of our high-quality coal relies on imports, which poses the risk of being strangled by others."
"But if we had your infinite coal..."
General Randy took a deep breath, as if seeing thick smoke transforming into clean electric current.
"All of our Thermal Power Plants could operate at full capacity, or even over capacity, without needing to consider cost or reserves."
"The cost of industrial electricity in our country would drop directly to freezing point. This would instantly ignite the Fourth Industrial Revolution."
Before Steve could reply, General Randy turned his attention to the golden concept, his breathing becoming more hurried.
"And Gold, infinite Gold..."
"In the eyes of ordinary people, Gold is money and jewelry, but in the eyes of technology, it is the best industrial conductor and corrosion-resistant material on the surface."
General Randy violently waved his hand in the air.
"It's because it's rare and expensive that we have to use Copper and Silver as substitutes. If we possess infinite Gold, I could order the Military Industry Institute to replace all circuits in precision instruments with pure Gold."
"Our satellites, our missile chips, our supercomputers—their transmission efficiency would increase by an order of magnitude, and their heat dissipation and stability would reach theoretical limits."
"We could even use Gold to lay submarine cables. This would be the most extravagant, yet most powerful, information superhighway in human history.
And it wouldn't even cost a nickel...funny that."
At this point, General Randy's gaze finally settled on the concept of iron ingots. His voice became low, yet carried a chilling, iron-willed aura.
"Iron."
"Steel is the skeleton of industry and the backbone of national defense."
"If Iron resources were also infinite, and of extremely high purity."
General Randy placed his hands on the desk, staring intently at Steve.
"Mr. Steve, currently, the cost of steel and the difficulty of smelting specialized steel are the biggest roadblocks in aircraft carrier manufacturing. But with infinite high-quality iron ingots, we wouldn't need to be so frugal."
"We could build aircraft carriers like dropping fries into a pan—no, not just aircraft carriers."
"We could forge a true steel torrent. We could equip every Tank with double, or even triple, Heavy Armor."
"We could construct a High-Speed Rail Network spanning the entire North American continent, with even the rails laid using solid steel blocks."
"This wouldn't just be an increase in wealth; this would be an infinitely raised strategic fault tolerance."
General Randy finished saying all this in one breath, his chest heaving violently.
He picked up the water glass on the table, intending to take a sip to wet his throat, only to find that half the water had already spilled due to his previous movements, and his hand was still trembling slightly.
That wasn't fear; it was extreme excitement.
It was the ecstasy of watching his nation about to soar, about to leave behind those rivals who had once sanctioned, blockaded, and suppressed them.
Steve quietly watched the General who had lost his composure, and a sense of respect involuntarily rose in his heart.
This was the country's vision.
While he was still thinking about using these items to earn some money and kill a few monsters in another world, the US military was already thinking about using them to recast great national assets and truly cement global hegemony.
Listening to General Randy's grand blueprint regarding the Industrial Revolution and the steel torrent, Steve did not show the expected excitement.
Instead, he simply listened quietly, then gently shook his head, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.
"General Randy, the scope is too small."
Steve's simple statement instantly brought the excited General Randy to a halt.
"The scope is too small?"
General Randy was astonished. Possessing infinite resources to recast national industry—was that scope still too small?
Steve leaned back slightly against the chair, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick rock layer above his head, looking toward the vast and boundless Multiverse.
In truth, General Randy did not know that Steve's true secret was not just Minecraft.
To be precise, Steve possessed two cheats.