Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

"It's just one monster. The four of us shouldn't have any problem taking it down."

Taff smiled upon hearing this: "You're right. If the four of us are careful, we can definitely kill that hound. But... this is the back room. If any one of us gets injured, it will be troublesome."

"Sometimes you don't need to be very strong here, but you must be able to assess the situation."

Taf slung his rifle over his shoulder.

"In addition, there are a large number of entities in the power outage area. If you get caught up in it, there is only one outcome."

Although he didn't say it, Yang Bo knew that if an ordinary person were surrounded by several physical entities, there was only one way out: death.

"This is the parking area. Compared to the warehouse area, there are fewer resources here, but the power supply is stable. Even if there is a power outage, it will be restored within one or two hours."

Yang Bo adjusted his breathing and looked in the direction Taff had indicated.

It's very similar to the underground parking lot of a large shopping mall in real life, except that you can't see the end of it at all.

Some parking spaces still have old cars from the 1980s and 90s parked in them, giving people a feeling of going back in time.

Yang Bo followed Taf deeper into the parking lot.

"How many people are there in the MEG? And how many humans are there in this godforsaken place?"

“MEG has about 2 registered users, and as for homeless people… well, they are countless.”

"More than 20,000?"

Yang Bo didn't think it was too many, but rather a bit too few. Of course, if we consider the scale of cities in the Western world, 20,000 people would already be a terrifying number.

"Yes."

The four of them walked a little further, and Taf pointed to the area blocked off by a concrete wall ahead: "That's a small gathering place for our MEG located on level 1."

"After we take you there, someone will greet you. Don't be nervous. They will verify that you are the real person and register your information."

It was a dark cement wall with firing holes, searchlights, rust, and various physical traces.

As soon as they passed through the gate, several heavily armed soldiers came up. They not only checked Yang Bo, but also separated Taf and the other two for questioning.

A Minion wearing a yellow protective suit and a gas mask walked up to him.

'Minions?!'

Many backroom-related games feature Minions as their 'protagonists,' and the number of Minions dying every day is enough to circle the Earth.

"Don't be nervous."

The other person took out a folder, opened it, and looked at him: "Newcomer, I need to complete some simple registration. These are the necessary procedures for your life or temporary residence in MEG."

"I see."

The sense of vigilance around them remained undiminished.

"Name."

The Minion's pen landed on the folder, the sound coming through the gas mask with a slightly muffled thud, his tone full of formulaic cadence.

"Yang Bo".

"From which floor did you enter the back room? Which floor did you stay on before reaching Level 1? What entities did you come into contact with? If you don't understand the concepts of levels and entities, I can give you some simple explanations."

"I can understand it."

Yang Bo didn't pretend to be clueless; instead, he explained, half-truthfully, "I accidentally ended up in this godforsaken place while walking down the street."

"I first landed on Level 0 and was trapped in the yellow corridor for several days without encountering anyone else, but I did encounter a... well, Taf said it was a bacterial monster."

"It took me a lot of effort to get rid of it, and then I came across a wall that was noticeably darker than the rest of the walls. I touched it out of curiosity, and that's how I ended up in the warehouse district. After living there for two days, I met you guys."

The Minion kept taking notes while watching Yang Bo's expression. After Yang Bo finished speaking, the man stopped writing.

"You're lucky. Do you have any external injuries or scratches? Have you been in contact with any unknown liquids or fungi within the building? Have you experienced any symptoms such as dizziness, auditory hallucinations, or distorted vision?"

"No."

Upon hearing this, the other person took out a small testing pen from their toolbox and gestured for him to come closer:

"Please cooperate with us for a simple infection screening. If there are no problems, the registration is complete."

The testing pen was gently swept across his neck, wrists, and pupils. A string of green numbers flashed on the screen, but no abnormal alarms appeared.

The Minion retrieved his tools, checked a box on the registration form, then pulled out a white paper card, stamped it with a black seal, and handed it to Yang Bo.

"This is a MEG temporary residence card. With this card, you can receive basic supplies and use public water sources within the outpost. You can move freely within the camp for the time being, but do not approach military restricted areas or quarantine zones, do not touch the equipment in the camp at will, and do not leave the assembly area without permission."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone serious: "If you want to apply for long-term residency, join the team, or receive more supplies, a designated person in charge will talk to you later."

After registering, the Minion put away his folder and stepped aside to make way for the passage behind him:

"Follow me. I'll take you to the temporary living area to settle in and get some food and water. After that, you can go to the information area to check the Level 1 tier information and learn about the outpost rules."

"it is good."

Yang Bo glanced at the three of them, and they smiled and nodded at him. In response, he nodded back.

But for some reason, he always had the feeling that he had been sold to 'MEG'.

In fact, his feeling was correct.

Patrol teams receive points for rescuing homeless people, which not only increases their motivation but also helps ensure the survival rate of the homeless.

Where there are people, there is hope!

Crossing the main street, we arrived at the temporary housing area, where there were simple prefabricated houses everywhere, and various noises mixed together, creating a lively atmosphere.

"This is the temporary residential area."

The Minion led him to a simple prefabricated house and handed Yang Bo a booklet: "This is a brief introduction to the base."

"If there are any problems, you can look for the staff in charge of this area, those who wear black clothes and MEG."

Yang Bo took the thin booklet: "Thank you very much."

The Minion simply nodded and turned to leave. Yang Bo, holding the book in his hand, walked into the prefab house.

As soon as I stepped inside, I was hit by a strong smell.

"Holy crap?! A poison gas bomb?"

It was a fermented smell, a mixture of sweat, foot odor, and body odor.

He could smell the odor as he approached the temporary housing area, but compared to the smell inside the prefabricated houses, it was nothing.

Chapter 16 Entity 15 The Mourning Corpse

MEG camp, temporary residential area.

Yang Bo sat on a dirty chair, flipping through some rules about the MEG gathering place in his hand.

Occasionally, some 'neighbors' would cast curious glances at him, but no one came over to disturb him.

'The settlement…MEG's intentions are good, but without a stable source of supplies, supporting so many people is clearly difficult.'

He was in a small community with about a thousand people, of whom about two hundred were official members of MEG.

The rest are basically nomads who depend on MEG for survival.

MEG will only provide some clean water and a small amount of food as basic necessities for survival, since MEG's supplies don't just appear out of thin air.

The homeless living here can use supplies scavenged from outside or work to exchange for various living necessities and even weapons.

You can also officially join MEG and become a full member.

Yang Bo closed the manual, looked into the distance, and got up to walk towards the entrance.

His shopping time was fast approaching, and he didn't want to perform a magic trick in front of these homeless people, nor did he want to be targeted by MEG.

The reason I came to the MEG community is twofold: firstly, to obtain some information, and secondly, to see if I could gain any benefits.

As soon as we approached the entrance, two guards with weapons stepped forward.

"Stop and show me your identification."

Yang Bo immediately took out the hard card that the Minion had given him earlier: "I want to go out and look for supplies."

Upon hearing his words, the two guards took their identification documents and lightly scanned them on a device that looked exactly like a supermarket cash register.

Beep beep—!

A green lamppost lit up nearby, and the guard handed the card back to Yang Bo: "That's fine. Go out and search for supplies, be careful."

The other party did not stop Yang Bo from going out, as MEG also needed people to find supplies and gather information.

Even at level 1, there are still many unknowns.

"I understand, thank you."

Yang Bo didn't linger and left the MEG gathering place directly.

The parking lot near the gathering place was very empty; there were no cars, not even plastic bottles or waste paper.

"We need to go further. The scrap metal in my backpack is enough to make an anvil. I'll enchant the weapon later so that I won't be so passive when I run into Smiling Nightmare again."

Continue straight ahead, passing through an open iron gate in the wall to return to the warehouse area.

As soon as he arrived, Yang Bo stopped and stared at the figure crouching in the corner not far away.

The figure had its back to him and let out a suppressed sob.

'A tragic corpse?'

The name of an entity flashed through Yang Bo's mind, and with a thought, the iron sword and shield in his backpack appeared in his hands.

"Don't...come any closer..."

"It hurts...it hurts so much..."

Suppressed sobs were mixed with words full of pain; if Yang Bo hadn't had such keen senses, he probably wouldn't have been able to hear what the other person was saying at all.

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Bo walked towards the other party. As soon as he got closer, a strange smell of mold, blood, and vomit hit him.

However, because of the baptism of the prefabricated house, although the smell was very strong, Yang Bo still felt that it was still lacking something.

The corpse was covered with dense scratches and festering sores. In some places, the flesh was rolled up and oozing murky yellow fluid. Just one glance made Yang Bo feel nauseous.

This guy had a greater impact on him than the remains left by the skin thieves after killing humans.