The view shifted, and the ceiling was replaced by the iconic blocky clouds and square Daniels.
At this moment, the Minecraft World was in the early morning.
Steve, in observer mode, floated in mid-air, looking down at the land below.
Below him, there were only a few solitary buildings.
A simple String Farm.
And a small 9x9 automatic farm, also deserted.
There was also an unfinished Iron Farm foundation, standing alone on the plains.
Looking at these few shabby small workshops, Steve couldn't help but laugh wryly.
"This is the limit of what I could grind out by myself a few days ago. Exhausting work, yet pitifully inefficient."
Because Steve felt that without the ability to control creatures, redstone machines would be useless, and no matter how many there were, they would just be materials. So he didn't put all his effort into building, spending more time risking his life to explore the outside world.
When he used to play games, he was a lone wolf player, having to do everything himself.
That sense of loneliness and the grind sometimes really made people want to quit.
But tomorrow, everything would change.
Steve's gaze swept across the vast plains, and the future vision had already appeared in his mind.
Tomorrow, there would be thousands of sappers who had undergone the most rigorous training.
Iron Farms, Gold Farms, and Guardian Farms with millions of efficiency would spring up like mushrooms after rain.
Redstone Automatic Sorting Production Lines would categorize and archive hundreds of millions of resources.
"I used to be a struggling redstone player."
Steve floated in the air, looking at his territory, and an unprecedented sense of pride surged within him.
"Starting tomorrow, I will be the owner of the redstone server."
This feeling was simply too exhilarating.
Steve had originally wanted to go down and finish that abandoned Iron Farm, but then he remembered that a large army of free labor would arrive tomorrow, so he retracted his outstretched hand.
"Forget it, no more grinding."
"Thousands of people entering tomorrow will be much faster than me, why should I stay up late?"
Steve took one last look at this tranquil blocky world, and with a thought, his consciousness instantly withdrew.
In the real world, at the villa.
Steve laying on the bed, turned over, a relaxed smile on his lips.
The quilt was soft, and the air conditioning temperature was just right.
This was the soundest sleep he had had in eighteen years since transmigrating.
Outside the window, the night was deep.
But Steve knew that when the Daniels rose tomorrow, not only he, but the entire USA, would usher in an earth-shattering awakening!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
With even breaths, Steve fell into a deep sleep.
The next day
When Steve opened his eyes, the sun outside the window had already risen to its zenith.
He had slept so soundly, as if to make up for all the fatigue of his past and present lives.
After a simple wash, Steve changed into a crisp casual outfit and pushed open the door to the courtyard.
Fred Jones, who had been waiting outside, immediately came forward, his expression respectful and efficient:
"Director, you're awake. Lunch has already been ordered from the kitchen, it's your favorite home-style cooking."
"Thanks, Fred."
Steve stretched, enjoying the warm midday Daniels of late autumn.
Fred reported while leading the way.
"Oh, Director, General Randy called earlier. He said he didn't want to disturb your rest, and asked me to take you directly to the real Pentagon after you woke up."
"The real Pentagon?"
"The one hidden deep in the Appalachians."
At this point, Fred Jones's tone held a hint of unconcealed awe.
"General Randy is currently stationed there. As per your instructions, the first batch of required personnel, supplies, and equipment has all been assembled."
"Additionally, General Randy specifically emphasized that a top-tier think tank, approved by President Kennedy, has also arrived."
"General Randy said that once you're there, feel free to propose any wild ideas you have; those experts are specifically responsible for turning your ideas into reality."
"A think tank..."
Steve nodded slightly upon hearing this, a glint flashing in his eyes.
This was exactly what he needed most.
There were many black technologies in the Minecraft World that he couldn't utilize alone.
For example, Bone Meal.
In the game, Bone Meal could only be used to accelerate crop growth or turn saplings into large trees.
But what if it was brought into reality?
If industrial mass production could be achieved, scattering tens of thousands of tons of Bone Meal over deserts and the Mojave... perhaps within a few days, those deserts that had plagued the USA for years would instantly transform into lush green oases and forests.
What kind of godlike strategic significance would this have for the country's ecology and the red line of cultivated land?
"And potions, redstone circuits..."
Steve pondered silently. These things all required professional scientists to analyze and localize.
After a hurried lunch, Steve wiped his mouth and stood up.
"Let's go, Fred, take me to see our new base."
"Yes, Director."
Fred Jones immediately whispered a few words into his earphone.
Less than half a minute later, a black armored bulletproof sedan with a special pass steadily stopped at the courtyard gate.
Fred Jones personally opened the car door, and after Steve sat in the back seat, he quickly got into the driver's seat and started the vehicle.
Boom!
The armored car, like a black leopard, drove out of the villa and sped towards the deep mountains west of the capital... As the vehicle left the urban area, the surrounding scenery gradually became desolate, and the road became increasingly rugged.
But Steve keenly noticed that while there were fewer cars on the road, there were more eyes in the shadows.
Every few kilometers, hidden checkpoints could be seen.
Later, even armored vehicles with live ammunition could be seen patrolling by the roadside.
This was a critical area of the capital, and the hardest shield of the USA's heart.
After about an hour of driving, the convoy arrived at the foot of a majestic mountain.
Ahead was a seemingly ordinary checkpoint, but the towering watchtowers and dark machine gun barrels on both sides indicated its unusual nature.
Fred Jones rolled down the window, said nothing, and simply handed over a dark gold token.
The sentry took the token and swiped it on the obviously modified instrument.
"Beep! Permission confirmed: SSS-Rank."
The sentry's pupils constricted sharply, and he immediately stood at attention and saluted, his movements flawless, his eyes filled with fervent admiration.
Although he didn't know who was in the car, he knew what this token represented: a rank three levels higher than an official, as if President Kennedy himself had arrived.
At the same time, the seemingly dead-end mountain wall ahead slowly split open to both sides with a dull roar.
This was actually a giant blast door disguised as a mountain.
"Director, hold on tight."
Fred Jones stepped on the accelerator, and the armored car drove into the deep tunnel.
Passing through the tunnel, the scene before them suddenly opened up, and even Steve's pupils contracted slightly.
A world of its own.
The interior of this large mountain had actually been completely hollowed out.
What met the eye was a huge underground domed space, illuminated as bright as day by countless high-power searchlights.
"Director, welcome to the Fortress."