1. The Sound of Industry
Back in the shelter, Link didn't rest.
He dumped bags of ore besChapter 6: Silver Hands, Crimson Tide 1. The Sound of Industry
Back in the shelter, Link didn't rest.
He dumped bag after bag of ore beside the Furnace.
The fire roared to life, its crimson glow flooding the room with harsh light.
Heat surged outward, pushing away the lingering chill of the underground.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The hammer struck the Anvil in steady rhythm.
Each blow echoed through the quiet forest.
Inside the furnace, iron softened under extreme heat.
Impurities burned away, rising as faint black smoke.
One by one, solid Iron Bars were drawn from the fire and stacked neatly on the workbench.
[Smelting Result] Iron Bars ×37[Smelting Result] Silver Bars ×14
Link stared at the refined metal.
His fingers trembled slightly.
"…Finally."
Without hesitation, he opened the crafting interface.
Ten Silver Bars, fused with chains—
A sharp, precise clicking sound followed.
Something cold and compact dropped into his palm.
[Obtained: Silver Watch]
2. The Comfort of Precision
"Click."
The watch opened.
In this world, time was no longer abstract.
The ticking was real.
Soft.
Constant.
Precise.
[Time: 5:45 PM]
Link stared at the moving second hand.
For the first time since arriving—
He felt in control.
No phone.
No system clock.
No warning.
Until now.
"…Good."
He closed the watch slowly.
Then turned to the remaining Iron Bars.
Blue light flickered.
The materials dissolved and reassembled in midair.
He removed the worn Copper Breastplate.
Replaced it—piece by piece.
Iron Helmet.Iron Chainmail.Iron Greaves.
[Defense: 2 → 9]
When the helmet locked into place—
His vision narrowed slightly.
His breathing echoed within the armor.
Heavy.
Contained.
But safe.
For the first time—
He felt like something more than prey.
3. The Red Omen
Time passed.
6:10 PM
The light outside began to dim.
At first, it was subtle.
Like clouds gathering.
But then—
The color changed.
The golden sunlight turned thick.
Dull.
Tainted.
Red.
Link raised his head slowly.
The sky no longer felt natural.
Clouds rolled across it in heavy layers, their edges darkening—
Then staining into crimson.
6:20 PM
The wind shifted.
It grew colder.
Sharper.
Carrying something metallic.
Like rust.
Like blood.
"…Something's wrong."
He stood still, listening.
The forest had gone silent.
No insects.
No leaves.
No life.
Even the wind seemed to hesitate.
6:25 PM
A sound broke the silence.
Far away.
"…ghhh…"
Low.
Dragging.
Like something breathing through a rotting throat.
Link didn't move.
He listened.
Then—
Another.
And another.
More voices followed.
From different directions.
From everywhere.
Slowly gathering.
6:30 PM
Link pushed the door open.
The sky had fully transformed.
The moon had risen.
But it was no longer white.
It was crimson.
Heavy.
Almost as if it were bleeding into the sky.
The world felt wrong.
Unbalanced.
Hostile.
[System Warning: The Blood Moon is rising…][Effect: Enemies become faster, more aggressive, and can open doors.]
4. The Guide's Warning
"Link—seal the door!"
The Guide's voice cut through the silence.
For the first time—
There was urgency in it.
He stood in the shadows of the shelter, his face pale under the red glow.
"The Blood Moon isn't like other nights."
His voice was lower now.
Tense.
"It awakens what should remain buried."
He pointed toward the forest.
Darkness moved between the trees.
"If you think you can survive this the same way as before…"
He paused.
"…you're already dead."
Link glanced at the Silver Watch.
[Time: 7:30 PM]
Even the dial seemed tinted red.
"They can open doors?"
His grip tightened around the Iron Broadsword.
"They don't just open them."
"They tear them apart."
The sounds outside were no longer distant.
Scratching.
Dragging.
Impact.
Getting closer.
5. The Iron Defense
Link didn't hesitate.
He moved immediately.
The Golden Chest was placed at the center of the room—
His core storage.
Then—
He tore down the wooden door.
Replaced it.
With stone.
Layer by layer, he sealed every entrance.
No cracks.
No weakness.
Only a narrow opening remained near the top of the wall—
A viewing slit.
He stood behind it.
The Enchanted Boomerang in his hand.
The Iron Broadsword strapped to his back.
"…Come."
He looked outside.
The forest was no longer empty.
At the edge of the darkness—
A single pair of red eyes appeared.
Then another.
And another.
Until there were too many to count.
Blood Zombies surged forward.
Their bodies twisted.
Their movements unnatural.
The night exploded into noise.
6. First Impact
"BOOM!!!"
The wall shook violently.
Dust fell from above.
Link didn't step back.
He stood firm.
Through the narrow slit—
He saw it.
A zombie's face pressed against the gap.
Rotting.
Close enough to smell.
"Now."
He raised his arm.
The Enchanted Boomerang flew.
A sharp whistling sound cut through the air.
It slipped through the narrow opening—
And struck.
A dull, wet impact.
It curved back.
Returned to his hand.
[Time: 8:15 PM]
More than ten hours until dawn.
Link exhaled slowly.
Tightened his grip.
Steel.
Blood.
Survival.
Tonight—
Would decide everything.
ide the Furnace, the red glow illuminating the entire room like daylight.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The hammer struck the Anvil in steady rhythm, echoing through the quiet forest.
He fed all 113 Iron Ore into the furnace, watching impurities burn away under intense heat.
Bar after bar formed, stacking neatly on the workbench.
[Smelting Result] Iron Bars ×37[Smelting Result] Silver Bars ×14
"…Finally."
His fingers trembled slightly as he stared at the refined metal.
Without hesitation, he opened the crafting interface.
Ten Silver Bars, combined with chains—
A precise mechanical click sounded.
A small, cold object appeared in his hand.
[Obtained: Silver Watch]
2. The Comfort of Precision
"Click."
Link opened the watch.
Inside the 3D world, the ticking was real.
Soft.
Sharp.
Constant.
The hands moved steadily across the dial.
[Time: 5:45 PM]
He stared at it.
For the first time since arriving—
He felt control.
No phones.
No clocks.
No warnings.
Time itself had been uncertain.
But now—
He could measure it.
"…Good."
He closed the watch.
Then turned to the remaining Iron Bars.
Blue light flickered as materials dissolved and reassembled.
He removed the worn Copper Breastplate.
Replaced it—piece by piece.
Iron Helmet.Iron Chainmail.Iron Greaves.
[Defense: 2 → 9]
When the helmet locked into place—
His vision narrowed slightly.
But the weight—
The full-body protection—
Made him feel like a walking fortress.
3. The Red Omen
6:30 PM.
Link was planning to reinforce the shelter when something felt wrong.
The light changed.
The golden glow outside the window—
Darkened.
Thickened.
Turned… red.
He pushed the door open.
The moon had risen.
But it was no longer white.
It burned with a sick, blood-colored glow.
The wind grew colder.
The air carried a metallic scent—
Like rust.
Like blood.
[System Warning: The Blood Moon is rising…][Effect: Enemies become faster, more aggressive, and can open doors.]
4. The Guide's Warning
"Link—seal the door!"
The Guide's voice came sharp, urgent.
He stood in the shadows, his face pale under the red light.
"The Blood Moon awakens what lies beneath the earth."
"If you think you can survive tonight the same way as before…"
"You're already dead."
Link glanced at the Silver Watch.
[Time: 7:30 PM]
Even the dial seemed tinted red.
"They can open doors?"
His grip tightened around the Iron Broadsword.
"They can tear through anything."
The Guide pointed toward the forest.
Scratching sounds echoed from the darkness.
Many of them.
Too many.
5. The Iron Defense
Link didn't panic.
He moved.
Fast.
He placed the Golden Chest at the center of the room as his core storage.
Then—
He tore down the wooden door.
Replaced it.
With stone.
Layer by layer, he sealed every entrance with dirt and rock.
No gaps.
No weaknesses.
Only one narrow opening remained near the top of the wall—
A viewing slit.
He held the Enchanted Boomerang in one hand.
The Iron Broadsword rested on his back.
"…Come."
He looked outside.
The forest was no longer dark.
It was alive.
Red eyes—
Hundreds of them—
Lit up in the distance.
Zombies rushed forward, slamming against his walls.
The night shattered into chaos.
6. First Impact
"BOOM!!!"
The wall shook violently.
Dust fell from the ceiling.
Link remained still.
Focused.
Through the slit—
He saw it.
A zombie's face pressed against the gap.
Rotting.
Close enough to smell.
"Now."
He raised his arm.
The Enchanted Boomerang flew.
A sharp whistling sound cut through the air.
It slipped through the narrow gap—
Striking with precision.
[Time: 8:15 PM]
More than ten hours until dawn.
This night—
Would decide everything.
Link tightened his grip.
Steel.
Blood.
Survival.
Tonight—
He would carve his place into this world.