General Randy closed his eyes to rest, and Steve remained silent, merely looking at the rapidly receding streetscape outside the car window, his expression calm.
About an hour later, the vehicle drove into a deep mountain base with no distinguishing marks.
After passing through numerous checkpoints, Steve was led into a special room.
This was not an interrogation room, but rather a makeshift wartime command post.
The four walls were silver-white metal, the furnishings extremely simple, with only an alloy table and two chairs, but the red light flashing in the corner and the precise recording equipment on the table indicated its extremely high specifications.
All conversations here would go straight to the top.
General Randy gestured for Steve to sit down, while he sat opposite him.
He took off his military cap and placed it on the table, his sharp eyes, accustomed to judging countless people, locked onto Steve, and he spoke directly.
"Steve Stevenson, it is you who contacted the President in a dream and claimed he could bring a foundation for ten thousand generations to the USA. Now can you explain your power?"
Steve nodded, his tone frank.
"Indeed, it was I who, through special means, invited the President to find me."
Although he had prepared himself mentally before coming, and the intelligence department's analysis of Steve's recent abnormal behavior had led to similar conclusions, hearing Steve admit to such supernatural means firsthand still caused General Randy's hand, holding the water cup, to pause slightly, and a storm raged in his heart.
But he was, after all, a battle-hardened General, and he quickly suppressed his shock, getting straight to the point.
"Since that's the case, let's not beat around the bush, Mr. Steve. What exactly is this method of strengthening the nation and enriching the people that you promised the Grand Elder in his dream?"
Steve leaned forward slightly, his hands clasped on the table, and slowly said.
"Three days ago, a world awakened in my mind."
"That world is vast, almost boundless, with inexhaustible resources—trees, minerals, water—that will never dry up. But most importantly, there is a door there. A portal"
Steve paused, his gaze deepening.
"That world has a portal that connects to other worlds. The worlds I've been to are real, but..."
Steve sighed, shrugging his hands somewhat helplessly.
"My strength is too weak. In those Worlds, I couldn't move an inch and died countless times."
"A world? Infinite resources? Died countless times?"
General Randy frowned deeply. He understood every word Steve said, but put together, they completely exceeded his cognitive scope.
As a staunch materialist warrior, he felt these words sounded more like a mythical tale or a science fiction novel.
"Mr. Steve, what you're saying is a bit too advanced and abstract for us. We need more practical evidence."
"Evidence? That's simple."
Steve didn't offer further verbal explanations. He simply raised his right hand slightly and casually waved it towards an empty corner of the room.
Whoosh!
Without warning, the previously empty corner of the room was instantly filled with objects that appeared out of thin air.
These were not ordinary rubble, but neatly stacked piles of grey stones, forming perfectly cuboid shapes.
Each stone was sharp-edged, with a peculiar pixelated texture on its surface, as if cut to a molecular level by precise industrial machinery, stacked together seamlessly.
General Randy suddenly stood up, the chair behind him toppling to the ground with a clang.
He stared wide-eyed at the stones.
"Is this spatial technology?"
Before he could recover from his shock, Steve waved his hand lightly again.
Swish.
The pile of grey stones filling the corner instantly changed color, turning a deep, dark black.
A rich scent of coal wafted over.
"These are the most basic products of that world: Cobblestone and Coal Blocks."
Steve pointed at the black blocks, his tone calm. "In this world, matter can be transformed in an instant, General Randy, do you believe me now?"
General Randy walked to the pile of Coal Blocks, his trembling hand caressing their cold, smooth, perfectly right-angled surfaces.
As a high-ranking military official, he knew very well what this meant.
Creation out of thin air, perfect material forms.
This was not just resources; this was a complete subversion of modern science.
After a long while, General Randy took a deep breath, forcibly calmed himself, and sat back in his chair.
His gaze became unprecedentedly solemn and fervent.
"Alright, Steve Stevenson, I believe you indeed possess a magical world, but you just said you died countless times, what does that mean?"
At this, Steve's expression became somewhat peculiar.
"The creatures in that world, whether Zombies, Skeletons, or Iron Golems, have no intelligence. You can think of them as NPCs in a game, only wandering mechanically."
Steve began to explain his bitter history.
"My original idea was simple: use the rules of that world to build fully automated monster grinders, mass-produce monster legions, and then use numerical superiority to directly sweep through the Overworld."
"However, those creatures don't obey my commands at all. Once released, they're like wild dogs off the leash, either running around aimlessly or fighting among themselves."
At this point, Steve was furiously complaining inwardly.
God knows what he went through these three days.
He thought that awakening Minecraft would be like playing a modded survival game, getting Draconic Evolution or IndustrialCraft, directly crafting nuclear bombs by hand, and sweeping through All The Heavens in Dragon God Armor.
But what happened?
That unreliable world gave him nothing but a vanilla map and a door to other worlds, no auxiliary mods at all.
Redstone Engineering was useless except for farming items.
There was no high-tech equipment, only the most primitive swords and bows.
He tried possessing a Zombie to explore, but as soon as he went out, he was instantly killed by something unknown.
He thought mastering a world meant being a Creator God?
Turns out it was just going out to feed kills to others.
"Later I discovered..."
Steve collected his thoughts, looking at General Randy with burning eyes.
"Only when I imbue my consciousness into these creatures can they be commanded like extensions of my own body and unleash their true combat power. But the problem is, I only have one person's consciousness."
"Facing tens of thousands of enemies in the Overworld, I can't control them all by myself, nor do I have enough powerful firepower support."
Steve leaned forward, stating his final conclusion, and his biggest objective for the night.
"This is why I sought cooperation with the country."
"I have biological carriers that can revive infinitely and possess various characteristics, but I lack manpower and equipment that can make them undergo qualitative changes."
"And our country has countless military personnel with strict discipline and extremely high tactical literacy, as well as the world's top military industrial technology."
"So I provide the bodies and the world, and the nation provides the manpower and weapons."
"What we will face are the resources of all the Infinite Worlds."