Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

A white, sticky liquid flowed from the wound.

"Grass…"

Yang Bo put the dagger back into his backpack. He hadn't adjusted his mindset yet, so dissecting a humanoid creature was still a bit difficult for him.

He turned around and looked at his surroundings.

Not far away, against the wall, stood a tool table that looked rather worn out.

Upon approaching, a small bench vise was fixed to the edge of the table, and a drawer was half-open, filled with rusty hardware tools.

"This is a huge profit!"

Although the old table is covered in grease and scratches, the vise and tools on it are genuine.

This table is 1.5 meters long, 70 centimeters wide, and about one meter high.

Yang Bo reached out and supported the bottom, lifting it up very easily.

"It would be nice if it were made of pure iron as a weapon."

His current power is quite interesting.

For example, he can easily lift a 100-kilogram weapon and wield it with great skill, but he cannot lift a 101-kilogram object at all, or even move it.

Of course, this is just an estimate; he has no idea where his strength limits are.

Chapter 7 Mindset Changed by Reality

Lift the tool table and put it into your backpack.

The tools hanging on the table were not categorized separately, but rather treated as a whole.

'Looks like I'll have to find some sacks, or some boxes that won't be converted.'

An apple takes up one backpack slot, and a pear also takes up one backpack slot, but if you put them in a bag, then you'll have "a bag of fruit".

The maintenance corridor is only a few dozen meters long, but the stench of blood still lingers in the air.

There were three doors in the corridor, two of which were open, and the last one had a large, gleaming padlock on it.

The first room was completely empty, without even a screw.

"Not even a crate?"

The so-called "relatively abundant resources" level means that various resources are easy to obtain and appear frequently.

Level 1 habitable warehouses are a prime example, offering not only unlimited electricity and a stable water supply.

While exploring the warehouse area, you can also find crates in various locations.

Yang Bo, weapon in hand, walked toward the second open door. He stood at the door and glanced into the room, but felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

A nameless anger and sadness welled up inside me.

The core meaning of "the rabbit dies and the fox grieves" is to sympathize with one's fellow human beings and share a common fate. Seeing others suffer misfortune reminds one of one's own dangerous situation, and one feels sorrow.

Yang Bo now understands the specific meaning of this idiom.

The cramped room was filled with bones, white and red skeletons piled up in layers.

Some broken bones lay on the ground, some still wrapped in tattered, blackened cloth. These were the last remains of countless homeless people, forcibly piled up here.

He saw at least twenty skulls.

Yang Bo silently reached out and slowly closed the door, and the bloody smell that permeated the maintenance corridor seemed to fade considerably.

He didn't go to the last locked door, because in the back room, you can't trust any closed door.

He took the dagger and returned to the iron gate of the corridor.

Looking at the empty corner, a look of astonishment appeared on Yang Bo's expressionless face.

"What about a skin thief as big as me?!"

He regretted it; he should have just honestly skinned and dug out the bones. Unfortunately, the skinner had already disappeared, and it was too late for regrets now.

He slowly exhaled, mentally reassuring himself, "From now on, I must strike hard against hostile entities..."

If they treat humans as food, then they should be prepared to choke to death on their food.

I took a small crate out of my backpack and placed it on the ground. The crate, which was a meter high, wasn't really suitable as a stool, but it was enough to sit on.

He opened his backpack, looked at the various odds and ends inside, and took out the baguette and bottled water he had gotten from the crate.

He took a big bite of the baguette.

The taste is very authentic.

It has a hard texture, just like biting into a steamed bun that has been left to dry in the sun, and it also has a slightly sour fermented taste and the fragrance of wheat.

Overall... it was a bit of a waste of flour.

'Is this what humans call a teething toy? No wonder Europeans have such strong facial features; it would be strange if they didn't have strong features after chewing on this every day.'

Taking a sip of water slightly softened the baguette.

As images of his parents, family, and friends flashed through his mind, Yang Bo's movements as he ate his bread became sluggish.

'We need to find a way out of the back room. Since we got in, we can definitely get out too.'

Just like getting stuck in a crate in the game CrossFire, if you can get in, you can get out, unless you use a crate-skimming method to get from the Transport Ship map in CrossFire to the White House map in Counter-Strike.

Just then, a green countdown suddenly popped up in front of him.

"09:59"

A ten-minute countdown.

Yang Bo paused slightly while practicing his teeth.

"???"

Is it the countdown in the back room or the countdown to his cheat code?

He put the leftover baguette back into his backpack, and with a thought, the cleaned pipe wrench appeared in his hand.

He held his breath and focused intently. Apart from the faint hum of the incandescent light bulb overhead, the only sounds around him were his own heartbeat and breathing.

'What does this countdown mean? Is it a respawn of entities? Forced death? Or a respawn of supplies?'

The sudden countdown left him somewhat bewildered.

The countdown ticked by, second by second.

5… 4… 1

As the countdown ended, a sudden fog instantly engulfed Yang Bo.

"Holy crap, where are 3 and 2?!"

The thick fog vanished quickly after engulfing Yang Bo, leaving behind only a resentful question.

In an unknown space.

Yang Bo stood still and looked around. Everywhere he looked, there was a thick white fog so thick that he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face.

"What did you give me this time?"

Level 71 "The Road in the Fog"? Level 31 "The Fog City"? Level 112 "The Demon's Mouth"? Level -69 "The Path Through the Fog"?

I compared my vague memories with those deep in my mind, but none of them matched the situation before me.

While there is dense fog at the aforementioned levels, it is absolutely impossible for it to be this dense.

He could barely see his own feet when he looked down, and at that moment a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

'You'll reach your destination no matter where you go!'

Yang Bo gripped the pipe wrench tightly in his hand.

This is the back room; any abnormal situation may be due to the mental influence of the back room.

The thick fog did not harm him. He took a step forward and suddenly a yellow-orange dot of light appeared in front of him.

In the eerie thick fog outside, the light reminded Yang Bo of anglerfish in the deep sea.

'A trap? Or a guide?'

The back room was full of traps, such as two slides that appeared on the walls, one for life and one for death.

"When a person dies, the bird flies to the sky! If they don't die, they live for ten thousand years!"

Even if he were to die, he couldn't just wait to die; he strode forward and continued walking.

He hoped that even if the point of light was a trap, it would be better if it were a physical object, so that he could at least understand why he died.

After walking only a few steps, he could vaguely make out that what was emitting an orange light looked like a torch.

'A torch?'

Continuing forward, the thick fog suddenly disappeared.

He appeared on a vast, flat grassland, where red and yellow flowers bloomed on the lush green grass.

Not far from him was an extremely simple wooden house, square and neat, like a child's creation.

"My...world? Superflat?!"

A square sun hung in the sky, and some irregularly shaped square clouds drifted by.

The bright sunlight fell on him, allowing his previously tense body to relax.

"Plank! Take off!!"

Although there are no trees in this superflat world, the simple matchbox in front of us is the best source of planks!

Chapter 8 The First Visitor

The matchbox-shaped wooden house was not empty.

The space, which is several tens of square meters, contains a classic red and white single bed, a workbench, a furnace, and a large chest.

Aside from that, the only valuable things in the room were the few torches stuck in the wall.