Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

'Cannot be synthesized?'

He walked to the furnace, took out the already-fired iron pellets, and put the cement powder he had just obtained into the furnace before the fuel went out.

The next moment, the firing progress bar started moving.

"It can be burned! Looks like it just lacks the crafting recipe. No problem, this Tinkers' Construct 2 mod has the Tinkers' Handbook, so having the recipe makes no difference."

Yang Bo was in a great mood after unexpectedly getting a new module, and even the low ceiling seemed much higher.

boom.

The sound of a light bulb breaking rang out, and only the light emanating from the furnace remained in the entire boiler room.

The area outside the door was completely swallowed by darkness, and the image of the smiling face immediately appeared in Yang Bo's mind.

"They're causing trouble again!!!"

He now strongly suspects that his luck is negative.

Putting the Tinkers' Construct mod aside for the time being, I took out my pickaxe, knocked down the furnace, and put it in my backpack.

Any change in the rear chamber is dangerous, especially in such an already unstable subordinate level.

Instead of taking out a torch, he applied moth jelly to his eyelids, and in an instant, the pitch-black environment became incredibly bright.

In this environment, a torch is no less effective at telling those entities that he is here and they should come and play!

Stepping out of the boiler room, the entire floor was eerily quiet except for the occasional sounds of conversation and footsteps coming from the ceiling, as if someone were active 'up there'.

There was no physical riot.

Yang Bo carried the axe and walked forward. He wanted to leave this level. Apart from the boiler room, which had some value, the entire level was just filled with various moldy items.

After taking seven or eight steps forward, he stopped and looked around at the walls with some suspicion.

'The sides have narrowed, no, the ceiling is lower too.'

Looking back at the corridor behind me, it looked no different from the one in front.

"That's interesting..."

His 'stocking' time was approaching, and he wanted to see what kind of medicine this level 1.01 basement was up to.

As long as it's not gunpowder... sigh, is it almond water?

As Yang Bo continued walking forward, he suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that there were seven or eight silver-gray thermos bottles on the storage shelves in the basement.

Its clean appearance seemed out of place compared to the moldy shelves.

"It can even refresh supplies, so this basement isn't so shabby after all!"

When you open a supply crate in a Level 1 Livable Warehouse, you'll find at most one or two bottles of almond water, and most of the time it only contains some basic supplies.

Nothing was found in front of the basement, but then seven or eight bottles appeared.

After confirming that there were no dangerous entities, Yang Bo reached out and picked up the silver-gray thermos.

"Almond water adulterated with chloride"

P.S.: Here comes some inspirational quote!

Yang Bo: "..."

Instead of releasing physical products, they've switched to posting on salt?!

He picked up another bottle.

"Cyanide adulterated with almond water"

P.S.: I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean!

What the heck... you're not even going to act anymore? Everyone else adds cyanide to their almond water, and you're adding almond water to cyanide?

The third bottle.

"Liquid Pain Object 48"

"Red almond water variant, high concentration of potassium cyanide + hydrogen cyanide, instant death if ingested or in contact with it."

P.S.: You don't know how?

Chapter 23 Original Iron Suit

"Three bottles of liquid pain, two bottles of cyanide almond water, one with salt, one with sugar, and one with capsaicin..."

Open the thermos and drink the "almond water mixed with β-D-fructofuranosyl-α-D-glucopyranoside" in one gulp.

"As expected, Lulu needs to add some more sugar!"

He stuffed these unusual 'treasures' into his backpack, left the storage room that had given him such a pleasant surprise, and continued on his way.

A few minutes later, Yang Bo looked at the wall getting closer and closer and sighed softly, but he did not stop walking, because there was no point in stopping, and the corridor behind him was also getting narrower.

The number of rooms on both sides was also decreasing significantly. According to his estimate, in a few more minutes, even all the rooms would disappear, leaving only an increasingly narrow corridor.

'For ordinary homeless people, encountering such a ghost is even more troublesome than encountering a physical one... Without special items, they'd probably die in despair.'

Whether it's starving to death or having a mental breakdown, both are actually more painful than being physically killed.

I quickened my pace a bit, and now I can't see a single mushroom man, who was so enthusiastic at first.

As Yang Bo continued forward, the corridors on both sides shrank as expected, and now he could touch the walls on both sides simply by stretching out his arms.

The doors that led to the different rooms had also disappeared.

'Oh…'

Yang Bo knew he had probably entered a situation where an ordinary homeless person would inevitably die.

Keep going.

The distance between the walls on both sides continued to shrink until it became a narrow alleyway that could only be walked by one person at a time.

"The harem is incompetent, and the basement is lacking in intelligence! If they build a wall in front of us, won't we all have a mental breakdown?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Bo's smile vanished, because a wall had indeed appeared not far ahead.

"Don't panic!"

He turned around, only to find his way out blocked by a mottled wall covered in mold.

"..."

Great! What a wonderful basement!

He took a pickaxe out of his backpack and stared at the mottled wall.

'Let's see how thick your walls are today!'

He swung the pickaxe and slammed it against the wall, the dull thud echoing through the incredibly narrow corridor.

As the number of cracks increased, the stone wall suddenly collapsed into the backpack with a bang.

Instantly, dim light shone through the broken wall. Behind the wall was not the void Yang Bo had imagined, nor was it an endless expanse of bricks and stones.

Behind the wall, which was only a single layer of red bricks thick, was a safety passage, exactly the same safety passage he had come through. Yang Bo even suspected that this was the same passage that had been blocked off by the wall when he came.

He reached out and easily broke off a red brick from the wall with a little force.

Normal red bricks are no different from those taken from old houses. The cement used to bond these red bricks is not very strong, and there is even some mud mixed in.

With a thought, the red brick in Yang Bo's hand became extremely clean.

"Red bricks"

Original materials

P.S.: The king of street weapons!

"No destruction, no construction; destruction precedes construction, is that right? Interesting!"

The brick wall in front of us is not unbreakable; any ordinary person with a do-or-die mentality could surely break it down.

However, in the pitch-black environment, with the surroundings almost the size of a coffin and the moldy air gradually thinning, it would be almost impossible to stay calm, find the wall, and break it down.

Level 1.01, the basement level, is not a dead zone, but it is definitely not a vacation paradise.

As I walked up the stairs, an iron door with the words "Emergency Exit" on it came into view. I stepped forward and pushed the door open.

"He's back as expected."

Having stayed at level 1.01, now that I'm back at this habitable warehouse level, the air feels much fresher.

Perhaps because it was a level 1 designation to indicate welcome, there were two gray bottles of almond water on the shelf next to me.

"No child cries every day, no gambling addict cries every day! This time, try and give me cyanide again!"

Walk over and pick up the bottle.

Almond water

P.S.: It's definitely not Lulu Almond Milk.

A light mist appeared to one side, growing thicker over time. Yang Bo lifted the empty shelf in front of him, turned around, and walked into the mist.

"I absolutely must have some of this treasure..."

Not far away, a four-man MEG patrol stopped and watched helplessly as the mist and figures disappeared before them.

"Sir, what is that entity? Is it the Skin Thief?"

The man at the head, with a calm gaze and several scars on his face, said indifferently:

"Record the information, upload it to the database, and let those guys in the office who process data organize it properly."

"Another humanoid entity, damn it... I wonder how many of these guys are among the homeless."

Before being discovered on a large scale, skin thieves caused terrifying, legendary events in human settlements.

People frequently disappear from the settlement without leaving a trace.

Yang Bo, who had already returned to the main world, was unaware that he had been discovered by MEG, but even if he did, he wouldn't care.

He needs intelligence from MEG, not to freeload off MEG.

The sun has already risen over the horizon.