There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 202, Xiao Yang’s strong declaration

Miner, lumberjack, fisherman, these are the three occupations available to residents of the shacks outside Bell Tower City. In Xiao Yang's view, these three shack occupations are not so much occupations as they are active choices against pollution.

Three common types of evil god pollution are selected as professions.

The choices are very fixed. Once you choose one, you can no longer choose the second one because the evil god's pollution is mutually exclusive.

Push the hypothesis a little further.

Assuming that there are resource areas corresponding to these three professions, then in the mining area, bushes, and rivers, there is a dungeon that is more gentle and not so aggressive?
Those goblins, murlocs, and living shrubs are the guardians of these dungeon areas.

If the inoculation of specific pollution is gradually assimilated to gain the ability to go deeper into these dungeon areas to obtain resources as the core ability of these shack professions.

All of a sudden, things became smooth.

Without a profession and without accepting the pollution of evil gods in these areas, can you obtain the resources of these places? Of course you can.

For example, Xiao Yang only needs to have the strength to overwhelm that dungeon, and then the resources in it will naturally be at Xiao Yang's disposal.

But do these shack dwellers, these poor survivors of the evil god's invasion, have such power and capital?
The answer is of course very clear, no.

Xiao Yang asked Little John what he had to do to become a fisherman.

The answer he gave was very simple and crude.

Find a river to soak in for a while. When scales start to grow on your body, you can officially become a fisherman and enter deeper waters to fish.

If this is the case for fishermen, then the employment methods for the other two professions are probably similar.

During the years since the world fell, whether the survivors wanted to or not, they were actively adapting to the pollution left behind by the evil gods.

For a very simple reason.

"Live."

Facing the little Bud in front of him who was very happy to eat real broth, and looking at the fish lady who was looking at the little Bud.

Xiao Yang regretted using this detection technique.

Xiao Yang, who was able to fight with the cultists for days and nights without blinking, felt a little sad.

Especially in his divergent thoughts at this moment, he thought about such a question.

Since both mother and son know that fishermen have the least future, and little Bud's biggest dream is to become a resident of this clock tower city, then the question arises why they both chose to become fishermen.

The answer doesn't seem complicated.

There are thresholds for miners and lumberjacks, because they have to leave the scope of Windmill Town and may encounter dungeon monsters and fanatics. However, fishermen do not have to do this, because not far from the Clock Tower City is another small river with dark and turbid water.

If the only purpose is to obtain food and survive, then becoming a fisherman is the easiest option.

[The player's mental state fluctuates and is difficult to describe]

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Suddenly, at this moment, a series of prompts from the God Game popped up.

Battle reports may deceive, but battle lines will not.

Xiao Yang was not as calm as he appeared.

That night, he planned to try to spend the night in this rotten place.

One is to verify the means of spending the night in this rotten place in a serious manner.

The second reason is that I can’t let go of what is about to happen here.

There are always unexpected things, especially during this period of time when he was always jumping back and forth between the boundary between night and day in this rotten land.

It's not a bad thing to try it out and gain some experience. It will help him be more confident in dealing with emergencies.
Then comes the second one.

When the day was about to get completely dark, little Bard was still talking excitedly. The little guy kept saying that in Clock Tower City he didn't have to sleep even at night.

Xiao Yang had already found a place to lie down. He was not very particular about where he slept and just casually found a piece of open space.

During this period of time, the world began to gradually quiet down.

Spending the night in this decaying place was risky, and not a small one, but not a big deal.

At worst, Xiao Yang could just switch directly into the state of a god.

If he was afraid of everything, he would never have entered this rotten land. With his current strength, he could have lived a carefree life for many years by staying in the real world and waiting for the evil gods to invade.

Or he could escape from the 33214 world and start wandering in the heavens and myriad worlds. Even if he was marked by the evil god, if he gave up his future, he would continue to hide from the evil god in the heavens.

Maybe nothing will happen to him until the day he dies.

There is one crucial thing needed to sleep peacefully in this rotten place.

That's the sleeping stone.

He had this in his hand, which he had obtained from the wandering knight.

This thing is very common in this rotten land, and the method of making it is also widely circulated. As long as a symbol is carved on the black stone that can be found everywhere in the wilderness, a sleeping stone will be born.

An extremely simple extraordinary prop with a very simple effect.

"Sleep."

When the sky was about to darken completely, Xiao Yang used the sleeping stone in his hand, and suddenly he felt drowsy, but he did not resist the drowsiness that was coming.

"Go to sleep, it will still be daytime when you open your eyes tomorrow." After leaving these words, I fell into a deep sleep in a trance.

In the haze, a face suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Yang. In the gray and white, the curious Xiao Yang wanted to see more clearly, but he couldn't do it.

He slept very uncomfortably that night, with a strange feeling as if he was asleep but not asleep at the same time. However, no matter what, Xiao Yang successfully spent a dangerous night in this rotten place.

He got up from the ground, stretched his body, and got up with a crackling sound.

A strange sound was heard in the simple tent and he noticed it.

With a hunched figure, she got up earlier than Xiao Yang who slept particularly poorly yesterday.

Xiao Yang did not make any move in response to this scene, but just watched calmly.

After a long time, the figure calmed down and turned around with a bit of daze. She looked at Xiao Yang who was standing there.

At this moment, a trace of panic appeared on his face, then quickly turned into fear, and finally into a hideous look.

His body became more hunched, his palms opened, his sharp claws were exposed, his mouth opened, and sticky saliva flowed down, making him look like a fishman.

Just like the fishmen Xiao Yang had killed in this wilderness during this period, they were almost identical, without the slightest difference.

Until suddenly, a loud shout was heard.

"mom!"

At this moment, everything faded away.

Xiao Yang's breakfast today was still the broth mixed with all kinds of strange ingredients.

After breakfast, little Bud happily left the shack with a small bucket and went fishing.

Xiao Yang did not stay in this shack either.

He has his own goals, and time is precious and cannot be wasted.

Xiao Yang guessed that this Windmill Town, no, it was the Bell Tower City, should also have a dungeon inside. From his observations over the past few days, this world was really going to become a dungeon theme park.

The monsters in the wilderness come from the dungeon, the fallen gather next to the dungeon, the survivors rely on the pollution in the dungeon to complete their inauguration and gain strength, and the evil gods rely on the dungeon to pollute and devour the world.

Everything is inseparable from the dungeon, everything is related to the dungeon. In this case, what's so strange about the core of these survivors' strongholds being a dungeon?

Theoretically speaking, as the dungeon king, when Xiao Yang faces these dungeons, his reaction and response methods will only be simple and crude.

Anything related to the dungeon would not be difficult for Xiao Yang.

But this is just a theory. He has now hit a wall in front of this towering city wall.

At this moment, he was somewhat helpless about the simplest question.

"How do we get into this city?"

This clock tower city is only open for one day a month, and ten days have passed since the last time the city was open.

"The city won't reopen until 20 days later."

But he had arrived here now and was standing at the city gate.

This problem gave Xiao Yang a headache. It would be great if this Clock Tower City was really a city occupied by dungeon monsters.

He couldn't help but get angry at the thought.

If that's the case, there's no need to worry so much. Just rush in and fight. As long as he can do it, he will always be able to get in.

But this is not a city occupied by dungeon monsters.

I suddenly had no idea what to do.

He also didn't quite understand why the God Game chose Windmill Town as one of the three major novice villages.

First of all, the journey from the landing point to the Windmill Town was not peaceful. Secondly, although the situation in this city was stable, it was still a bit weird.

The gate opens once a month to collect extraordinary materials produced by the shanty dwellers outside the city, or to communicate with the arriving caravans.

Unexpectedly, even in the current situation, the Rotten Land still has channels such as caravans connecting the survivors' residences.

There may not be many survivor settlements like Windmill Town.

Although some of these dungeon monsters and evil gods are intentionally kept in captivity, it is still incredible that even though the world has become so corrupt, there are still so many creatures struggling in this cesspool?
This is a bit off topic.

Shaking his head, Xiao Yang got his thoughts back on track.

The exchange of materials once a month and once a day is definitely not enough for the residents of this city to support themselves, but the Clock Tower City has continued to exchange resources at this pace once a month and once a day.

"Is there a dungeon inside that can produce a large amount of resources?"

Xiao Yang thought of such a possibility. If this is true, it is really possible. After all, this can also explain why the God Game would choose this place as one of the three starting points for entering the Land of Decay.

"But this place is occupied!"

He could also use the mission selection of the God Game as a declaration to the residents of this clock tower city.
"Now! This place belongs to me!"

To some extent, this claim may not be without merit, after all, the status of God Game is really high.

But Xiao Yang also knew very well that this was valuable to a certain extent.

Looking up at the towering city wall in front of him, Xiao Yang felt a headache for some reason.

(End of this chapter)