Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 678 Fang Yu's Most Miserable Start, Not Given a Breath of Breath

Fang Yu collapsed in the cramped cave, his heart pounding wildly, almost bursting out of his chest.

Sweat mixed with dirt covered my face, and my lungs were convulsing violently like a broken bellows, each breath bringing excruciating pain.

His tense nerves suddenly relaxed, almost causing him to faint.

"It's safe, it's safe for now," he silently comforted himself in the darkness.

However.
The deathly silence lasted for less than ten seconds.

snap snap snap snap
The heavy footsteps stopped directly above his head.

Immediately afterwards——

*Crack. Crack. Crack.*
A tooth-grinding, sticky, damp sound, like fingernails scraping against hard soil, came clearly from the two blocks of soil he had just placed above his head! It went straight to his skull!
Fang Yu's heart suddenly stopped beating! A chilling fear, even more intense than facing a horde of zombies on the ground, instantly gripped him!
They're digging?! They know I'm down there?!
"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!!!"

Fang Yu was terrified, finally understanding—under this damned Blood Moon MOD, hiding underground was by no means a safe haven! The zombies began digging!

Escape! We must keep escaping! This is a dead end!
The will to survive instantly overwhelmed the stiffness brought on by exhaustion and fear.

He turned around abruptly and groped in the darkness for the stone pickaxe lying beside him, the only thing that could give him a sense of security!
The cold pickaxe handle touched my hand, and a fierce feeling surged into my heart.

"Dig! Dig right through!" Fang Yu no longer hesitated, swinging his heavy stone pickaxe and aiming it at the deeper, darker ground beneath his feet—

Clang!
The stone pickaxe struck the cold stone block hard, sparks flew in the darkness, and a piercing sound of metal clashing against stone was heard!
Deeper underground, their fate remains unknown.
Deep underground, in a narrow pit, the screeching sound that sent chills down Fang Yu's spine constantly gnawed at his taut nerves.

"Dig it through!"

Each heavy impact echoed in the narrow space, making his arms go numb.

Without torches or light, darkness swallowed everything. Only the sporadic sparks from the clash of stone picks and the relentless digging reminded him that death lay above and an unknown abyss below.

Time slipped away in this desperate digging, becoming blurred and indistinct.

My arms were already so sore that I had lost all feeling, and I was driven by mechanical instinct to raise and lower the stone pickaxe.

The blocks of dirt and gravel were smashed open and picked up.

He couldn't tell which way was which; he only thought about going down, and down!

Just as he numbly prepared to strike with his pickaxe again, a subtle yet clear unusual sound pierced through the dull cracking of the earth and rocks, reaching his ears.

Shasha gurgle
It's the sound of water!
A soft, gentle sound of flowing water!
Fang Yu's movements suddenly froze, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed by an icy hand!
The sound of water?

In this deep underground darkness, what does the sound of water represent?
His experience as a seasoned Minecraft player instantly triggered an alarm – underground water!

This means that there is a high possibility that there are natural mines or underground cavities nearby!
In a blocky world with a terrifying mod like "Blood Moon," what does a mine mean?
Spiders! Skeleton archers! Zombies!
Even more terrifying creatures that he never dared to imagine, creatures that had been drastically altered beyond recognition!
They must be lurking in the dark corners, waiting for the opportunity to devour lost travelers.

Compared to the zombies digging and chasing you from above, an unknown underground water vein that may connect to a giant monster's lair is just as dangerous!

"Damn it! This way is a dead end!"

Fang Yu made a decisive decision and immediately changed the direction of the excavation.

Ignoring his physical exhaustion, he frantically swung his stone pickaxe in the opposite direction of the sound of water, guided only by instinct.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Sweat soaked through his tattered clothes, which were covered in mud. Hunger churned in his stomach like a red-hot iron, mixed with dizziness from overexertion.

He dared not stop, and could only smash desperately, continuing to dig deeper into what he considered a safer place, away from the sound of water.

Darkness enveloped him, leaving only heavy breathing, the frantic pounding of his heart, and the repetitive, weary digging sounds. He dug for an unknown amount of time.
Or just a few minutes?

boom!
An unusual, crisp sound suddenly broke the monotonous cycle.

Fang Yu felt a sudden lightness in his hand, and the heavy texture that had accompanied him as he fled for his life, chopped down trees, and dug rocks vanished!

He looked down and saw that all that was left in his hand was half a bare wooden handle!

The stone pickaxe broke!
The pickaxe head shattered into useless fragments!

"Damn it!" Fang Yu cursed, as a wave of immense frustration and panic washed over him once more.

He immediately focused his mind and "opened" his mental "backpack":
Wooden stick: [2]
Other miscellaneous items: [Dung Blocks] x several, [Granite] x several
You only have 2 sticks. To craft a new pickaxe, you need 2 sticks for the handle and 3 cobblestones for the head.
The scratching sound from above continued to clearly convey the deadly urgency.

There's no time to hesitate! It's better to lose all our supplies than to die instantly at the hands of zombies!

"Do it!" Fang Yu gritted his teeth, set up a workbench, and assembled a stone pickaxe on it.

Before he could catch his breath, Fang Yu lifted it up again and slammed it hard into the soil in front of him!
Clang!

Clang!

The torment of hunger became increasingly clear, even overshadowing the soreness in his arms.

It felt as if a hand was churning and tearing inside my stomach, accompanied by waves of dizziness that felt like heart palpitations.

Fang Yu felt his strength rapidly draining away, and even controlling the pickaxe became difficult.

"Oh no! My hunger level is almost depleted!"

An even closer shadow of death completely loomed over him!

He suddenly remembered the cruel rules of the game—when the hunger level is completely depleted, the body will start to lose health continuously!

In this terrifyingly real world, what's being deducted isn't just a virtual health bar, but his life!

No food, no time, no way out!
He endured the intense hunger and spasming wrists, and with his last ounce of will, he smashed the stone pickaxe into the hard rock—to survive!

We need to find something as soon as possible!
Even if it's rotten flesh, I have to give it a try!

The darkness and oppression underground felt tangible, weighing heavily on Fang Yu's nerves.

The grating scraping sound overhead, the dull, wet scraping of fingernails digging into the soil, never ceased, like a blunt knife hanging from his neck, coldly and persistently reminding him of the horde of corpses chasing death on the ground.

Fang Yu mechanically swung his stone pickaxe, digging deeper in the opposite direction of the sound of the water, attempting to carve out a path to survival.

However, each heavy echo of the pickaxe striking the rock consumed his already dwindling life force.

The red-hot iron in my stomach churned more and more violently, and the feeling of hunger was no longer a faint warning; it had transformed into a substantial weakness that spread to every part of my body.

Each swing of the arm pulled at my spasming stomach, and waves of palpitations and dizziness washed over me, my vision blurring in the thick darkness.

Sweat and dirt clung to my face, my lungs felt heavy as if they were filled with sand, and every breath I took carried the burning, bloody smell.

The shadow of death has never been so clear; deadly diggers loom overhead, and emptiness devours life from within.

Only one desperate thought remained in his mind: "It's too late. To die in the jaws of a zombie or to starve to death. It seems my stomach will take my life first!"

"Find food! We have to find food!"

"God, please let me live. I'd rather format my D drive, which contains scarce resources."

(End of this chapter)