Speaking of this, Steve changed the subject and spoke confidently.
"But, Randy, why must we force people to adapt to the guns?"
"Since the hands cannot be changed, then we will change the guns."
Steve pointed at General Randy's blocky arm, his tone ringing with conviction.
"The structure of living beings is determined by rules, but the weapons of the real world are made by us."
"No fingers to pull the trigger? Then eliminate the trigger. Have the Military Industry Department change the firearm firing mechanism to pressure-sensitive or brainwave-linked."
"As long as the blocky contact surface of the palm senses gripping pressure, it will automatically fire."
"The hand is blocky and can't grip the gun stock? Then completely redesign the stock, making it a grooved clasp style, or directly making it a sleeve style, allowing the warrior's arm to be inserted directly into the gun body and locked in place like an exoskeleton."
Steve's words were like sunlight breaking through the clouds, leaving General Randy stunned.
A moment later, that Villager looked up and laughed heartily, though the sound it made was strange.
Ha! Ha! Ha!
But it conveyed a sense of sudden enlightenment and boldness.
"You're right kid, damn it, I was overthinking things."
General Randy looked at his square arm, his eyes gleaming with fervor, as if he could already see countless fully armed block armies.
"How can a living person be stifled by something so trivial? So what if they don't have fingers?"
"Since this is a national-level cooperation, let those eggheads in military production get moving and custom-build an exclusive Block Weapon System for these block creatures."
"I'm going back now to issue the order. Three days—no, within one day—I want to see the first assault rifle that these block hands can wield."
With the finalization of the Block Weapon System concept, Steve knew that the most difficult period of adjustment in the cooperation had passed.
He looked at General Randy, who was still excitedly gesturing with the block hand, and spoke up at the right moment.
"Randy, since we have the plan, let's have the subordinates arrange the personnel quickly."
"My suggestion is not to rush a full rollout. Please arrange for some personnel to enter the Minecraft World with me. I need to first massively replicate the basic Redstone facilities, such as the Iron Farm, Automatic Chicken Cooker, and Villager Breeder."
"Troops should not move until provisions are ready. After securing logistics and infinite resources, we can then arm the first batch of special forces."
"At the same time, we can dispatch a small elite scout team to enter that Other World through the portal for reconnaissance."
Speaking of this, a trace of apprehension flashed in Steve's eyes.
"I've been to that world before, but because I only had a sword, I was instantly killed by monsters not far into the exploration and died back quite a few times."
"Therefore, I'm not too clear about the specific distribution of combat power over there. We need professionals to investigate the situation."
"Good, no problem."
General Randy replied.
Immediately, Steve had a thought and released the state of consciousness possession.
Buzz!
That dull-witted Villager instantly slumped to the ground, then turned into a plume of white smoke and vanished.
Meanwhile, General Randy, sitting in the chair, trembled suddenly and slowly opened his eyes.
After waking up, General Randy subconsciously raised his hands.
Looking at these large hands, calloused, with distinct fingers and flexible joints, he felt a momentary sense of unreality.
The sense of power and constraint brought by the block hand seemed to linger in his nerve endings.
He clenched his fists hard, then let out a long breath, completely withdrawing from that strange experience.
"There's no need to go through the trouble of arranging things below."
General Randy stood up, tidied his slightly wrinkled military uniform, and looked out the door with profound eyes.
"The President and the others heard all of our conversation just now. Given his decisiveness, the relevant orders were probably issued while we were still testing."
After speaking, General Randy looked at Steve, his gaze carrying a hint of encouragement.
"Let's go, Steve. The President wants to see you."
Hearing that, Steve, who had just been speaking eloquently and directing strategy, felt his breath catch slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.
If it were just meeting General Randy, he could remain calm relying on his confidence from his technological contribution.
But meeting the President who often appeared in the news—as an american across two lives—that ingrained sense of awe was impossible to erase.
Yes, Steve was actually a transmigrator.
In his previous life, he was an enthusiast obsessed with Minecraft Redstone Engineering.
In his dictionary, Villagers were not people; they were vending machines.
Iron Golems were not protectors; they were White Zombies.
Exploiting Villagers, mass-slaughtering monsters via assembly lines, and industrializing the entire world—that was the correct way to play Minecraft.
Eighteen years ago, he transmigrated into this parallel world.
Everything here—history, culture, technology—was almost identical to Earth in his previous life.
Only one thing was missing.
Harambe was alive.
The game Minecraft did not exist.
The President was surnamed Kennedy.
This led to an extremely boring childhood for Steve. Without blocks and without Redstone, he felt life had lost its color.
It wasn't until three days ago that he awakened his System and gained a real Minecraft World.
Initially, he considered being a lone adventurer, relying on his immortality to roam the Overworld.
Reality, however, gave him a harsh slap.
Without the support of powerful mods, he possessed a Zombie and was hacked to death, and possessed another and was shot dead.
Whoosh!
Steve took a deep breath, suppressing the anxiety in his heart.
Since he had already come this far, there was nothing to fear.
I have the world, and the country has the power; this is a mutually beneficial win-win situation.
"Let's go, Randy."
Steve regained his composure and followed General Randy out of the secret room that had changed their destiny...
Meanwhile, in the Pentagon, inside a conference room currently at the highest alert level.
The air seemed to have solidified, with only the faint whirring of the projector audible.
The huge screen had just finished playing all the dialogue and footage of Steve and General Randy in the secret room, including the astonishing Villager possession experiment.
Seven or eight generals and politicians sat around the conference table.
Every one of them was a figure whose mere stomp could shake all of the USA, and even the world.
But at this moment, these leaders—who normally wouldn't flinch even if the world trade building collapsed before them—were all, without exception, filled with undisguised shock.
"The entire country ascending, every man a king..."
An politician wearing a beige suit took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with a trembling hand, his voice shaking slightly from excitement.
"Multiverse theory? Has something that only exists in theory truly been presented before us?"
A veteran general in a military uniform next to him slammed the table, his eyes bursting with sharp light.
"What's impossible about it? We saw the block creation and the consciousness transfer with our own eyes. This is genuine supernatural power. First of it's kind"
"God truly blessed the USA..."