Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 687 More Than Just a Blood Moon? There's Also a Man in the Mist!
"That's it"

"It's rotten flesh! A huge amount of rotten flesh!!" The blond, square-faced man's eyes widened, and he almost drooled.

In an instant, the deathly despair was replaced by immense ecstasy! Without any command, these survivors, who were already starving and whose hunger bars were practically glowing red, pounced on the rotting flesh like dumplings being dropped into a pot!

Forget elegance and safety, to hell with them!

No one cared about the little bit of health they lost from the fall. Dozens of people rushed towards the three mountains of rotting flesh like hungry dogs pouncing on excrement!
"Mine! This one is mine!"

"Don't grab it! There's more over there! Ouch! You stepped on my foot!"

"Quick! Equip your gear before the monsters respawn!"

"This taste is awful. It's really intoxicating. But I can't worry about that now!"

After everyone had taken a few bites...
“Smells good! It smells really good!”

The scene was extremely tragic.

They tore at the sticky, slippery, rotting flesh, juices splattering everywhere, covering their faces and bodies in a nauseating grayish-green hue, making satisfied yet slightly painful "smacking" and "glug" sounds as if they were savoring the ultimate delicacy.

Some people were so excited that they even grabbed a handful of rotten flesh and stuffed it into the innermost part of their inventory, covering it tightly as if it were a lost treasure that had been found again.

A square-faced middle-aged man in charge, disregarding his manners, stuffed his mouth full, but still retained a shred of rationality.

As he struggled to chew the tough, rotting flesh, he roared at the crowd in a muffled but unusually serious voice, "Listen up! Don't eat it all! Save some! Cough cough!"

He managed to swallow a large chunk, his face turning even redder, and he emphasized sternly, "This rotting flesh! It's the foundation of our survival! It's our lifeline! We absolutely cannot eat it unless it's a last resort! Keep it safe! From now on, we'll rely on it to stay afloat every day during the blood moon!"

He stared with a devout and solemn gaze at the piles of rotting flesh that were carefully added to his inventory, as if he were a missionary guarding a sacred relic.

On the other end.
While these high-altitude survivors were scrambling, ecstatic, and solemnly hoarding the rotting flesh...

The camera zooms out, passing over a pixelated forest and a pixelated river.

On the other side of the river, near the oak forest, Fang Yu, who had just slaughtered an innocent "pig" creature that looked like a pink box, was sitting leisurely cross-legged on the grass.

In front of him was his all-purpose workbench, with a furnace on his left.

He extended his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, with a strange sense of ritual.

Driven by his will, a stream of clear and sweet white porridge was poured into the furnace out of thin air. Then, he cut the roasted meat he took out of the furnace into evenly diced pieces and square chunks of pork with alternating layers of fat and lean meat.

Charcoal was added, and bubbles began to rise and fall in the furnace.

The broth gradually thickened to a brownish color, and a rich aroma of rice mixed with a subtle meaty fragrance wafted out.

The fragrance made me dizzy
The setting, square-shaped sun almost touched the pixelated horizon, painting the last trace of sticky, ominous orange-red onto the gray-blue sky.

But this warm color was quickly dissipated like the receding tide, and a deep, purplish-black color was silently spreading from the pixelated sky in the east, like a huge, cold curtain, slowly and firmly pressing down on the earth.

“The field of vision is shrinking.” A survivor on a high platform looked at the edge of the blocky forest gradually being swallowed by darkness in the distance, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his voice dry.

This is not simply a matter of the light dimming; rather, the omnipresent darkness, like a malevolent creature, is greedily devouring every frame of vision, leaving behind a suffocating unknown.

"Class 308 has them all!"

The person in charge, with his sharply defined, square face, spoke with a booming voice that brooked no argument in the increasingly silent environment: "Three people in a group! Form a human ladder! The Blood Moon could come at any moment, we must conserve every single block! Hurry!!"

The command lashed out like a whip, and dozens of blocky figures sprang into action instantly. The shadow of resource scarcity loomed over everyone; any waste could be fatal.

A person quickly placed three blocks of dirt vertically on the ground.

The other two immediately worked together to lift the third person up and steadily place him on top of the newly placed third cube.

Once they were in position, the person at the top immediately bent down, stretched out their arms, and pulled the two people below them up with all their might.

The three of them finally reached the height of the third block.

At this moment, they worked together, pulling one person along and having him break the two bottommost dirt blocks with his hands. With the slight sound of the blocks shattering and bouncing, and the sound effect of picking them up, this precious resource was returned to the inventory.

Now, they have collectively increased their height by two blocks using the cost of just one dirt block.

Starting from this point, a new round began.
Repeated lifting, climbing, and pulling motions raise the entire group two to three levels higher.

Destroy the bottom block again.

Repeat the loop.

A method for building ladders has emerged that doesn't conform to any scientific principles, but only to the Minecraft world.
The sound effects of placing and dismantling blocks, along with increasingly heavy breathing, echoed along the edge of the platform.

Everyone has only one thought in their mind.
Rise a little higher! Before the blood moon fully descends.
A little higher!
Meanwhile, deep underground in the dark and winding mine tunnels, a completely different scene unfolds.

Fang Yu was leisurely walking along the passage left by the Earth Escape Earthly Vengeance.

The twisted figure formed by the black lines was incredibly efficient, having already hollowed out the soft soil and rocks in front of it, leaving only a network of mine tunnels for people to pass through.

Along the passage, various colored ores shimmered alluringly in the flickering torchlight. Fang Yu hardly had to lift a finger; he only needed to wave his hand, and the Earth Grudge Fear, empowered by the Mole-Mole Fruit and as efficient as a diamond pickaxe, would knock down coal, iron, and even rare red gold nuggets for him.

But at this moment, Fang Yu's pixelated face didn't show much joy; instead, it bore a hint of impatient disdain.

"Sigh! It's full again!" he muttered, casually stopping in his tracks, and swinging his stone pickaxe a few times at the ordinary stone wall next to him.

Clang! Clang! Click!

The two raw stones shattered and fell to the ground.

Fang Yu was too lazy to bend down and pick up the raw stone. He simply dug into the two-block-deep hole that had been cleared in front of him, and a small pit that could theoretically hold tens of thousands of blocks appeared.

With a thought, he tossed dozens of sets of the 64 [Round Stone] icons that had piled up in his inventory into the bin, as if he were throwing a month's worth of garbage into the trash can all at once.

"So many junk stones, it's such a hassle to throw them away."

He looked at the finally empty space in his inventory, sighed seriously, and spoke with a tone of "worry" that came from having resources that were almost overflowing.

After tidying up his backpack and putting away the newly mined iron ore, Fang Yu clapped his hands and called out to the busy Earth Grudge Yu Yaoyao ahead, "Hey! Mole-kun! Be careful when you're scouting ahead! If you disturb the monsters in the lower mine, I'll have to spend a lot of time dealing with them!"

Despite his complaints, a relaxed smile appeared on his lips.

So what if we really alarm them?

What's there to be afraid of?
It's them!
Just as Fang Yu was leisurely supervising the construction, unnoticed by anyone, the moon in the sky suddenly revealed a strange face.
The whole world has become strange.

(End of this chapter)