Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

Having gone through this several times, Yang Bo gradually adapted. Carrying his pickaxe, he stepped into the white mist and walked towards the torch that was guiding him.

Chapter 20 Heading to a New Level

"Let's plant the saplings first, at least to ensure we have enough oak logs."

In the main world, Yang Bo emerged from the mist, a satisfied smile on his face.

The world of Demon Slayer is far better than that awful place called the back room.

"If I can go to the world of Demon Slayer again tomorrow, I'll see if I can find some iron ore or dig some sand."

I glanced at the sun overhead, which looked like a sticker; it was still very early.

Back at his home, which was practically bare, he walked to the workbench and took out the oak logs from his backpack and put them inside.

They directly broke down a group of logs and made them into sticks to synthesize a large number of wooden fences.

"Let's take advantage of the daytime to plan out the forest farm, farm, and future ranch in advance, so we don't end up in a rush later."

Holding the wooden fence, he walked into the distance, having already mentally planned out the approximate boundaries of the farm and forest.

Point the arrow at the grass block under your feet and silently chant "use," and a square wooden fence of wood color will appear on the ground.

"That's quite convenient!"

In the game, you need to click the mouse, but in the game you only need to think about it. Moreover, the placement distance is about five meters, which is even farther than his attack range.

Thump...thump...

After a busy half-day, Yang Bo planted all the oak saplings in his backpack on the ground and also cultivated a large amount of farmland.

However, in the nearly 1,000 square meters of farmland, there was only one patch of lush green crops, which were carrots that he had dropped when he killed the sad corpse.

"It seems that crops in the real world are calculated based on a 24-hour day..."

In the game Minecraft, 20 minutes in real life is equivalent to a whole day in the game. Normally, crops like wheat, carrots, and potatoes only take 1 to 4 days to mature after being planted.

The carrot in front of us had been planted for at least two hours, but had only grown a small section.

Judging from this pace, it will take at least two or three days to mature.

He turned away from the lush green leaves of the carrot and headed home.

"Two or three days is much faster than real carrots. Never mind, let it grow slowly. We can grow more crops later and that will be enough to eat."

Now he has solved his food problem, and in ten days to two weeks he will no longer have to worry about food.

Walking to the furnace, I quickly tidied up the things in my backpack and stuffed them into the box, gazing at my home, which had no walls at all.

"The cement walls in the back room are still cement walls after being dug up. They're too ugly to use for building a house. We need to find more stones in the world of Demon Slayer and then make more bricks to rebuild the shop."

Stuff the raw bear meat from the backpack into the furnace, and put the scrap wood that had been placed in the wooden crate into the fuel bin.

"I wonder what bear meat tastes like..."

Standing quietly by the furnace, I waited for the bear meat to be roasted. The dark reddish-brown roasted bear meat looked even darker than beef, and after roasting, the edges were charred and shiny.

Yang Bo took it out and brought it to his nose to smell it. A scent mixed with grass, wood, and nuts filled his nostrils.

"It looks alright, but I wonder how it tastes!"

He has never actually eaten bear meat, after all, bears are protected animals, but in some countries they are not protected.

The moment it hits your mouth, the fatty part of the roasted bear meat melts in your mouth, sweet and savory without being greasy, and has a nutty sweetness.

It's just that... the lean meat is a bit tough to chew.

"good!"

As his hunger level slowly recovered, Yang Bo sat on the wool bed, and the image of his parents resurfaced in his mind as he took a break.

The movements of eating have become somewhat sluggish.

To be honest, he himself didn't believe he could return to the 'front hall'. Even if he did, he worried that it wouldn't be his original world.

It's important to know that the rear room connects to more than just the front hall.

As night fell, the pixelated moon peeked out from the horizon.

"Damn it, even if we have to search every front hall, we have to take the risk. The worst that can happen is death. Anyway, we'll be buried sooner or later!"

He stood up and strode forward. A cloud of white mist appeared out of thin air in front of him, and he walked into the mist without pausing.

After walking a few steps, the fog dissipated, and he returned to the Level 1 habitable warehouse level. The damp and cold air immediately put Yang Bo into a state of caution.

Unlike the pseudo-peaceful main world, this back room is truly fraught with danger; even he, who is already somewhat 'inhuman,' died once.

If we're not careful, his corpse could probably pave the way home.

"Let's see if we can find anything good today..."

Scavenging for various resources can satisfy many people's inner collecting obsession, and many games revolve around this.

Holding an iron axe that emitted a faint purple glow, Yang Bo stepped into the puddle and walked forward.

The incandescent light overhead was still making a hissing electrical noise, but compared to the electrical noise in the level 0 tutorial level, the sound here didn't have that annoying feeling.

tick.

Water droplets would occasionally drip from the gaps in the ceiling and fall into the puddles below.

Yang Bo put the randomly appearing iron shelves into his backpack, gazing at the faint mist rising from the depths of the warehouse, and murmured:

"The supplies are noticeably less today. We only found two bottles of almond water, and the only food we have is canned tomatoes... By the way, who makes canned tomatoes?"

For Yang Bo, canned goods other than fruit and meat are basically heretical.

Even if it's canned meat, it's at most luncheon meat.

Continuing forward, a supply box was casually placed in the corner. Yang Bo's eyes widened slightly, and his pupils instantly lit up.

Just now you were saying the harvest wasn't good, and now there's a supply box?

He quickly stepped forward, carefully observing the surroundings to make sure that no one else was lurking nearby, before putting the entire supply box into his backpack.

'We'll open it when we get back.'

He discovered that his transformation ability was controllable; as long as he didn't want to transform, the item would retain its original details instead of becoming a material in Minecraft based on its inherent characteristics.

As he stepped forward, Yang Bo's gaze was suddenly drawn to the staircase that clearly led underground not far away.

'exit?'

Any staircase or doorway that clearly leads away from the current area on any level is basically an exit for that level.

However, some levels have fixed exits, while the exits of other levels are completely random.

Yang Bo subconsciously pursed his lips.

Level 2 Pipe Nightmare is not as good as Level 1 for other wanderers, but for Yang Bo, Level 2 Pipe Nightmare is more valuable than Level 1.

With a thought, he took out his iron axe and shield and walked towards the downward staircase in the distance.

Chapter 21, Level 1.01: The Basement

The staircase was extremely dark; the lights on level 1 could only illuminate a very short section.

It's similar to the safety passage leading to the underground parking garage in a high-rise building, except that the stairs in front of me are more dilapidated, and stepping on them even kicks up some dust.

Yang Bo had already put away the iron axe and replaced it with a torch, the orange-yellow light illuminating the stairwell.

As I turned the corner of the stairwell, a chilly blast of air hit me.

'Something seems off...'

Turning around, I saw that the stairs I had come up from had disappeared, replaced by an extremely rough cement wall.

He had no way out, or rather, he had reached a new level. He continued to descend, and soon the stairs reached their end.

An endless, dilapidated corridor appeared before him, darker, damper, and more oppressive than Level 1.

The air looked hazy, like smog. The walls were rough, gray cement, covered with cracks, rust, and lots of black mold. The ground was covered with puddles of murky water.

"This... is a sub-level of level 1?!"

Yang Bo was in a somewhat unpleasant mood.

Generally, sub-levels are more barren and dangerous than primary levels, and are extremely unstable.

Take out the MEG-provided handbook from your backpack and find the detailed information about the exit of level 1.

Exit: Down the stairs/elevator → Level 1.01 Underground Industrial Hub

High temperatures, increased piping → Level 2

Specific doors → Level 4, Level 153, etc.

"Level 1.01, basement?"

Looking at the old, flickering, yellowish fluorescent lights in the corridor, Yang Bo put the manual into his backpack.

The manual does not provide a detailed description of the basement at level 1.01, suggesting that even MEG may not have fully explored this sublevel.

Or... for a wanderer like him, it would be good enough to get detailed information on levels 1 to 5 for free.

If you want more detailed information, you have to join MEG. Otherwise, you can't expect to get all the information that people have risked their lives to find without contributing anything.

He took out an iron axe and shield from his backpack, his eyes fixed on the humanoid monster walking towards him in the distance.

"They were quite welcoming; there was a physical person to greet us as soon as we arrived."

Instead of retreating, Yang Bo stepped forward, wading through the murky puddles, and charged towards the humanoid figure.

The entity in front of me was almost identical to a human. If it weren't for its skin covered in black spots and its empty eye sockets, it would look more like a normal person than the "Faceless Man".

The entity in front of me is moving very slowly, about the same speed as an average person moving at high speed.

With a swift movement, the axe fell.

There was absolutely no stiffness or resistance; it was as smooth as a sharp cleaver cutting through tofu, not even comparable to cutting cabbage.

Reddish-black blood splattered out.

The orange-red flames instantly enveloped the two segments of the solid body in front of them.