Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

The vast majority of it was bones and rotten flesh...

"I wish there were this many partygoers on the pleasure floor."

Although party members can assimilate humans or be 'spawned', their growth rate is not fast.

He didn't even dare to try his best to catch them, for fear that the fish in the pond would eventually run out.

Looking up at the faintly visible silver castle in the distance, Yang Bo quickly flew towards the only building on level 73.

The red, cracked plain beneath our feet receded rapidly, revealing the entire desolate land in its entirety.

As the description of the level states, there are no valleys, dense forests, or caves here. Apart from the central Silver City, the entire island is a vast expanse of bare wasteland.

The closer you are to the Silver Castle, the fewer entities there are.

The large area that had just been cleared away by the Star Sea Waterfall was soon filled by new hounds, blunt men, and corpse rats.

As Yang Bo soared through the air, any entity that came within a hundred meters of him instinctively froze in place, not daring to move forward even an inch.

The Silver Castle is a massive Gothic building, surrounded by high, thin stone walls, and features a peculiar open gatehouse at its entrance.

Yang Bo fell from the sky, and there was no trace of his physical form around him. Behind the gatehouse, there was a stone path leading to the castle entrance.

As soon as you step through the gate tower, the castle gate opens automatically.

A man of extremely strong physique walked out of the castle, his 2.3-meter height exuding an imposing aura.

His black hair was neatly combed back, giving him a very sharp look, and the pair of small, bony black horns on his forehead proved that he was not a simple person.

Yang Bo stared at the hideous scar that ran across the entire face of the newcomer and the only remaining deep right eye. His previously casual gaze turned serious.

"I was just passing by."

The only friendly high-level entity in the hierarchy, the true ruler of Silver City, and the suppressor of the entire Red Soil region.

However, he is not the master of the level.

Kolan walked slowly out of the city gate, gilded chains running through his arms, swaying gently with each step, while three hearts beat steadily beneath his chest.

He possesses three independent life sources. As long as one heart remains, his body will be able to heal itself indefinitely and will be immortal.

“It is rare to see a level controller wandering outside alone.”

Kolan's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying the vicissitudes of years spent living in purgatory.

The strongest level controller is always within their own level, so level lords rarely wander to other levels.

Because it is easy for other levels of lords to see it as a provocation.

"Hehe, it's nice to go out for a stroll once in a while. My name is Yang Bo, nice to meet you."

"Coran".

Kolan simply stated his name, then stepped aside: "Welcome to my castle."

"It would be my great honor."

Yang Bo smiled and strode into the castle without any hesitation.

The interior of the silver castle was not dark at all; on the contrary, it was bright and holy. The castle's dome was extremely high, and a faint silver light flowed between the stone crevices, bright but not dazzling.

The floor is made of pure white marble, so clean that it reflects people's images.

"Your castle is quite interesting."

Hearing this, Coran frowned slightly, wondering why he had felt for a moment that he was about to lose the castle.

A giant banner hangs on the wall of the main hall, depicting a black heart with ram's horns.

Apart from that, only the stone platform in the very center remains.

Where are the homeless people here?

If Yang Bo remembers correctly.

Although level 73 Red Soil is extremely dangerous, some lucky wanderers will run to the vicinity of the castle and take advantage of the characteristics of the Silver Castle to avoid being hunted by the entities.

Some were also picked up by Coran when he went out to hunt entities.

Hearing his question, Coran raised his arm and pointed to the castle's resting area, causing the chains binding his wrists to rattle.

“Those children live in the rest area.”

He regarded all the wanderers as his own children, and those wanderers living in the castle also called themselves 'Sons of Coran'.

"Is there a level master in this hierarchy? Is there an exit?"

"nothing."

"Nothing at all? Not even an exit?"

Kolan's mood became noticeably low, and he exuded an aura of loneliness.

"At least I haven't found any way out of the level. Maybe... there is one in the sea, but I can't go too far from the castle."

The 334th Despair of Wanting Safety

Kolan walked to the stone platform in the center of the castle hall and sat down. A special energy emerged from the stone platform and entered his body.

This force seemed to be repairing him, or perhaps recharging him.

"Could you please help me find the exit of the level so I can take those children away?"

"take away?"

Yang Bo was somewhat surprised, not expecting that the special entity in front of him, Kolan, would trouble him to take those homeless people away.

"Why? Don't you want them to stay in the castle?"

"Do not!!"

Kolan looked up and stared at him with his single eye:

"For countless years, I have been sheltering the children who come here. They have brought me a lot of information from the outside world and brought my heart, which was about to be swallowed by loneliness, back to life."

But they could only remain in the castle, gradually growing disappointed, desperate, and numb, until finally turning into skeletons…

Yang Bo understood what Ke Lan meant.

There was no exit from the Silver Castle to leave the level, and the wanderers, lacking the strength to leave, were forced to remain inside.

One year, two years, ten years...

Even if there are no psychological threats in the castle, the sheer loneliness can drive those wanderers to a mental breakdown.

“I can build a portal in your castle, and I can also arrange for people to come here and open a shop to sell supplies that you and those people need.”

“However, I want my people to undertake this level of training, which means going out to hunt down those entities.”

Kolan found it hard to believe.

"You can freely connect two levels? Can the level master really possess such authority?"

Yang Bo chuckled and then said, "It has little to do with being a level master. It's just that I'm a bit special. I've already stated my conditions. What do you think?"

“I promise you, if you send people over, I can also provide them with shelter.”

"it is good."

Coran wanted to protect the homeless and didn't want to be alone, and he was also providing a training ground for the school's combat personnel, so it was a win-win situation.

Who knows what will happen after a long time?

He can also recruit a special entity that is not weak.

"Could I go check out the accommodation area?"

"I can take you there."

"That would be perfect."

After saying that, Kolan stood up and walked towards the residential area. Compared to the bright main hall, the residential area was a bit darker, but it had a more lived-in feel.

Upon arriving at the residential area, some homeless people gathered in small groups, some eating and some chatting, but most of them seemed listless.

Yang Bo glanced around the dozens of neatly arranged rooms, which were fully equipped with beds, stone tables, and storage shelves.

There were several thermos flasks containing almond water on the storage shelf; clearly, this level was a place where supplies could be replenished.

It can at least guarantee the use of the more than one hundred 'Sons of Coran' in the castle.

How many people are here now?

114 people.

Yang Bo nodded slightly.

Just as he was preparing to find a suitable room to place the portal frame and the shop, an incredulous voice came from the crowd.

"headmaster?"

Ok?

Yang Bo looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in his thirties staring at him in disbelief.

"Are you from the school?"

Normally, outsiders wouldn't call him that; only the homeless people who joined the school would call him that.

A man should be overjoyed to receive a response.

"Principal! I am a full member of the school!!"

He stood up and rushed to Yang Bo, reaching into his pocket to pull out a card.

"This is my student ID!"

Although it was somewhat amusing to see a 30-year-old man holding a student ID and waiting for verification, he was, after all, a man who had weathered many storms, and he didn't laugh out loud.

He reached out and took the student ID.

The small card contains not only a photo and name, but also the 'enrollment' date and 'class' information.

"They are definitely one of our own."

Upon hearing that he was one of their own, the man felt an instant sense of satisfaction from being recognized.