Kasenhis walked out of the Headmaster's office.
What Dumbledore had suggested, directly wiping out the entire giant tribe down to the last member, was absolutely something he could not do.
Dumbledore was the White Lord, but he himself was not. Still, giants...
He had to admit that Hagrid's magic resistance was indeed absurd, and Hagrid was only a half-giant. So if there were a whole group of pure-blood giants, considering the magic resistance of giants...
Then there really was a possibility of weak infantry encountering a steel torrent and being utterly unable to win no matter how hard they fought.
And Hogwarts did not have any place where giants could quietly stay...
"Sigh, if there's no place, then I'll just have to find one." With a helpless sigh, he used Ender teleportation to leave Hogwarts. Asking him to follow Dumbledore's idea and start a massacre over that kind of speculation was something he absolutely could not do.
And since he still did not possess enough power to protect the entire giant tribe, he could only use the dumb method.
Find the giants a place, or create one, where Voldemort and everyone else would never be able to find them.
"What a pain..." Kasenhis appeared above the Ural Mountains. His monocle quickly discovered a tribe deep within the mountains that possessed faint traces of magic.
Kasenhis pulled out an Invisibility Potion from his pocket and drank it before slowly descending.
The entire giant tribe was not very large. At a glance, there seemed to be only a little over thirty giants in total.
Looking at it this way, it still was not too troublesome. If a single tribe had hundreds or even thousands of giants, then he really would have created a miserable job for himself.
After landing on the ground, Kasenhis casually found a rock to sit on and rubbed his chin nonstop. At first, he had thought about manually creating a space somewhere in the mountain range, maybe making something like a lush cave and directly having the giants move in...
Then roughly ten seconds after coming up with that plan, he slapped himself across the forehead.
Wasn't that just taking off his pants to fart? It would merely change Voldemort's method of obtaining giants from "pick up" to "loot box opening."
Other than improving Voldemort's gameplay experience, it would be completely useless.
But now, after leaving the Headmaster's office and breathing in some fresh air, he suddenly had an idea.
In a certain sense, he might actually be able to create another dimension. Of course, this dimension would not be the Nether or the End...
Though calling it the End wouldn't exactly be wrong either, because the dimension he was researching really did have countless connections to the End. For example... the Ender Chest.
At worst, he just needed to use the almighty power of Minecraft to make this Ender Chest a bit bigger. As for exactly how to do it, ah, don't ask.
Very quickly, he placed down a preliminary Ender Chest that was slightly wider than a giant. This was so those giants could also fit inside the Ender Chest properly.
And this Ender Chest had been specially modified by him using the power of "I reckon," separating it from his own Ender Chests. So this Ender Chest made for the giants was one of a kind, with no other connected Ender Chests existing anywhere.
At that moment, he sensed a strange gaze on him. He turned toward its direction and saw a broad, heavyset man in mountaineering gear staring at him curiously.
Fortunately, there was only a giant chest in front of him, and the giant tribe was at least two mountain peaks away from this place. No matter how you looked at it, this man was probably just curious about him. There was no way he would connect any of this to magic.
After thinking it through, he slowly opened the enormous lid of the Ender Chest and directly jumped inside. Meanwhile, the man watching Kasenhis from afar rationally told himself that whatever was happening right now had absolutely nothing to do with him. That giant chest was probably just some bizarre and interesting shelter.
But emotionally, something inside him kept urging him on.
Go. Hurry over there! Damn it, hurry the hell up and climb into that damned Ender Chest!
In the end, the man's rationality lost to his instincts, and he slowly walked toward the giant Ender Chest.
Meanwhile, the moment Kasenhis jumped into the Ender Chest, he felt an extremely strange sensation. It was as though he had fallen into the void itself. Fortunately, he could fly, and quickly stabilized himself within the emptiness.
But before he could figure out where to even begin creating anything, he heard a scream coming from above.
Kasenhis slowly raised his head and discovered it was the strange man he had seen outside the Ender Chest earlier. Right now, the man was free-falling straight downward.
With a helpless wave of his hand, a giant hand made of sponge blocks caught him.
"Buddy, what you just did was pretty rude," Kasenhis said helplessly as he walked toward the man.
"Sorry, sorry, I was just too... too curious. Uh... my name's Marcus Poisson. Thanks for saving me... and also, where the hell is this place?" Marcus gave an awkward grin and held out his hand.
Kasenhis raised an eyebrow. He actually found himself rather fond of this man, who had remained so calm despite such a huge shock. He did not know where that favorable impression came from, but he still reached out and shook Marcus's hand.
[Contact with the Creator God - Notch. Creator God Mod successfully unlocked.]
Kasenhis looked at the suddenly revived light screen before him. His expression remained calm on the surface, but internally, his pupils were practically shattered from shock.
Right...
The creator of Minecraft really was named...
Markus Alexej Persson...
"So... your full name is?" Kasenhis took a deep breath and continued asking.
"Uh... Markus Alexej Persson. What's wrong, respected... who exactly are you? Of course, if you don't want to answer, that's totally fine. I'm just a little curious. I absolutely won't tell anyone about what I saw today, I swear."
Markus promised seriously.
"Oh... I don't really mind that." Kasenhis calmly borrowed the name without even blushing. "You can call me... Steve."
But he did not feel ashamed about it. In fact, Steve's name was itself borrowed from Steve's name.
Of course, this Steve was not that Steve...
And also...
Alright, that sentence sounded like it gave people pointy heads just thinking about it...
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