Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 680 My World is not trash at all, on the contrary, it's very strong.

"Who! Who's talking?! What Great Rasengan?!" Fang Yu's pixelated face shrank in shock as he warily looked around the dark mine, his internal alarm bells ringing.

Besides zombies and monster spawners, could there be other sentient beings underground?

And what the heck is the Giant Rasengan? A blurry image of a blond boy making a Rasengan flashed through his mind, which doesn't fit with the Minecraft world at all.

Immediately afterwards, another, deeper voice broke in, carrying an undeniable air of dominance.

Pirate Fang Yu: "Enough talk! Catch!"

A vast and complex torrent of information, far beyond his comprehension, accompanied by the imprints of several distinct power systems, forcefully surged into the cube's consciousness!
In an instant, countless images and pieces of knowledge swept over his mind like a whirlwind!

The vast ocean and sailboats, strange eyes and fruit abilities, gene locks and magic. Fragments of life, memory imprints, and their unique extraordinary powers of several "Fang Yu" crudely synchronized with the rules of his own blocky world!
"Ugh!" The sudden surge of information caused Fang Yu to groan, leaning against the stone wall and breathing heavily. It took him a while to recover from the dizziness caused by the brain overload.

Immediately, one thought became crystal clear: food!

The agonizing hunger was still consuming his stomach, and he could "see" his invisible hunger bar nearly empty! His life hung in the balance!
Almost instinctively, Fang Yu focused his mind, imitating the feeling of the porridge solidifying in his memory. He clumsily wrapped his hands in front of him, and a semi-transparent liquid that glowed faintly and emitted a faint rice fragrance appeared in his hands with a "poof" sound!
Without hesitation, he picked up the "porridge of power" and, like a thirsty traveler in the desert finding a spring, greedily gulped it down!

After swallowing a few mouthfuls of the scalding hot liquid with a strange energy, a gentle warmth quickly spread throughout his limbs.

The agonizing hunger receded like the tide, replaced by a long-lost sense of grounded fulfillment.

He clearly "saw" his illusory hunger bar jump up quite a bit, returning to above the safety line!

"Phew!" Fang Yu let out a long, real breath, his heart finally calming down a little, his life temporarily escaping the brink of starvation.

As soon as he regained a sense of security, the stark contrast brought about by the fleeting images he had just witnessed immediately surfaced in his mind. Looking at his blocky hand covered in mud and holding the raw stone, he "recalled" himself in those images, sometimes transforming into energy lightning, sometimes riding flying swords, and sometimes becoming a giant Buddha.
A strong sense of loss and helplessness instantly welled up in my heart.

He abruptly shook off the remaining porridge residue from his hands, his voice tinged with barely suppressed frustration and self-mockery: "What is this? The 'me' from other worlds has Sharingan, Devil Fruits, and can unlock genetic locks. So powerful and imposing! And me? What can I do in this godforsaken place?!"

He looked up at the oppressive rocks at the top of the mine, then glanced at the lava pool next to him and the monster spawner spinning wildly. His bitter smile was tinged with despair: "It's a good thing I transmigrated when you guys were 'rich,' otherwise I would have died a terrible death. And I can't give you anything at all, I'm just a piece of trash."

In his mind, Pirate Fang Yu immediately responded, "Hey! Square Face! Don't be so discouraged, okay? Maybe with your block-manipulation skills, one day you'll be able to directly handcraft bedrock?!"

"Hand-rubbed bedrock?"

Fang Yu's eyes suddenly lit up.

Speaking of which, the rules of Minecraft are uniquely bizarre.

For example, indestructible bedrock.

Or, imagine jumping from a height of 10,000 meters and surviving a fall from a basin of water that defies gravity.

Or, no matter how high it is, if you pour water onto a block, you can create a "galaxy" below that ignores height.

A full stomach replenishes blood.

He can carry anything, no matter how heavy, even a steel coil stacked with 64 slots. He also has incredible arm strength, able to hold anything in his hands, as long as you can handle it and turn it into an "object," then he can lift it.

No need to drink water, perfect digestive organs, will never get sick.

Perhaps this most abnormal body can even be resurrected indefinitely?

Thinking about all this, Fang Yu suddenly understood! What was in front of him wasn't a monster spawner threatening death, but rather an unlimited supply of resources!
Although blood moons and such can cause zombies to dig up blocks and come looking for him.
But then I thought about it again.
Isn't this just free labor and resources?
Do we still need to dig the soil ourselves?

Find a place to bury yourself, and when the blood moon begins, all the zombies will come looking for you. They'll dig and dig, and you'll find countless resources and an endless supply of labor.
The scene changes.

The camera suddenly zoomed out to the clouds, hundreds of frames above the ground.

This is not a natural cloud, but the edge of a huge, precarious, suspended platform painstakingly constructed from pale spruce planks and sparsely scattered fluorite blocks.

Fifty or sixty people were crammed behind the iron railing blocks at the edge of the platform.

Their bodies are made up of simple, angular pixel blocks, all with "square faces"—the features are clear, but they are as if they were roughly engraved on a hard stone surface, with an indescribable stiffness.

The sunlight, which should have been bright and warm, shone down from high above, but instead made the hellish scene below even clearer, like a waterfall of warm yellow pixels splashed on their pale, cube-shaped faces.

Without exception, they all looked down.

What you see is no longer the peaceful meadow or forest of the blocky world.

On the vast land, the gray-green tide of corpses surged forward slowly but irresistibly, like an endless, sticky, decaying tide that covered every inch of soil and stone.

Their sluggish movements dragged out dull, dragging sounds, and countless low, hoarse "uh-uh. ah-ah" sounds converged into a terrifying background buzz that sent chills down one's spine, piercing through hundreds of grids and striking the heart of everyone on the platform.

One of the women, whose hair was styled in a barely recognizable square ponytail, moved her throat with difficulty.

A faint yet unusually loud "gurgling" swallowing sound was amplified infinitely in the deathly silence of the platform.

She raised her equally pixelated arm, her trembling fingers pointing to the writhing sea of ​​hell beneath her feet, her voice dry and almost unrecognizable:
“You’ve all seen it, haven’t you? Right now, it’s ‘just’ them,” she paused with difficulty, “but that notification… that damned ‘notification’ said… five days later… a full five days later.”

Her voice suddenly rose, carrying the desperate, piercing quality of a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood:
"Something is going to 'descend'! Those ghostly things that shouldn't even exist in the main world!! They can fly! They can teleport right in front of us! They...they..."

She abruptly twisted her stiff, blocky neck, her empty gaze sweeping over the other equally pale-faced "block people" beside her, finally settling on the simple workbench in the center of the platform—their only "safe zone"—her tone already carrying the urge to cry and the weight of a final verdict:

"With all this pitiful stuff we have, we're fucking doomed!"

Her voice trailed off abruptly, like a broken string, leaving only a deeper silence and the ceaseless roars of zombies below.

And the air was filled with a suffocating, chilling despair that was even more oppressive than an iceberg cave.

(End of this chapter)