Terraria: The Digitalized Me Is Causing Chaos

Morning.

Pig Cage Alley. Yang Tao was leisurely sitting in his rented shop. In just three or four days, the originally shabby room had undergone earth-shattering changes.

Several paintings hung on the clean walls, adding some artistic color to the entire room.

Royal wooden flooring was laid on the ground, acting as the floor, giving a feeling of understated luxury.

Soft music played from the music box. Yang Tao picked up the exquisite teapot from the table beside him and filled himself a cup of tea.

Illuminated by the golden crystal chandelier on the ceiling, Yang Tao flipped through a manga he rented from a nearby comic book store.

“This plot is a bit cliché… It’s always either a dancer or a prostitute. Can’t they write about a married woman?”

He stood up, walked to the bookshelf made of gold, pulled out an illustrated book, and sat back down on the sofa.

These past two days, when he went home, he triggered a pirate invasion, obtaining a large number of golden furniture and some pirate-exclusive drops.

Of course, the most precious was the [Black Spot] mount.

Now he could summon a pirate ship that could fly indefinitely, which greatly enhanced his mobility.

“Wow, the imagination of people in the Republican era shouldn’t be underestimated. The drawings are really vivid.”

As he slowly satisfied his thirst for knowledge, the noise outside grew louder and louder. It was only six o'clock, but the residents of Pig Cage Alley had already started their day.

Yang Tao stood up and stretched.

“I’ll go get some breakfast first, and then farm some materials later. I don’t believe I can’t get a Three Kings summon.”

He didn't know if it was his bad luck or what, but he hadn't gotten any new Three Kings summons from farming monsters.

He pushed open the wooden door, feeling like he had traveled through time and space. Outside was still the same scene full of the atmosphere of the common people, completely different from the decoration in his room.

“Old Gui, two fried dough sticks and a bowl of lean meat porridge.”

Yang Wu Lang's nickname was Old Oil Ghost. He had been idle these past few days and had become familiar with the surrounding neighbors, so his address was also much more familiar.

Old Oil Ghost, who was busy frying dough sticks, heard Yang Tao's voice, immediately raised his head from the crowd and replied: “Okay, Brother Yang, please sit down and wait a moment.”

Yang Tao nodded and suddenly saw the Landlord eating. He was stunned for a moment, walked forward, and sat next to the Landlord.

“Landlord, why are you eating here today?”

The Landlord's face was flushed, and a burst of alcohol came from his mouth. He looked at Yang Tao with his somewhat blurred eyes and said:

“Hehe, I didn’t want to cook today, so I came out to buy something to eat. Little Yang, would you like to have a drink together?”

Yang Tao looked at the bottle of white wine in the Landlord's hand and quickly shook his head.

Putting aside drinking alcohol so early in the morning, I wouldn't dare to drink your wine even with your posture of drinking directly from the bottle.

Who knows if there is any private stock that slipped back from the Landlord's mouth in the wine.

The Landlord didn't continue to persuade him, but lowered his head and quickly finished the porridge in his bowl, unscrewed the wine bottle, and took a big gulp of white wine.

In Yang Tao's admiring gaze, he rinsed his mouth and then swallowed it with a gulp.

“Little Yang, I’m full, you wait a bit.”

Saying that, he swayed and stood up, walking towards Oil Frying Ghost's side.

“How much?”

When Oil Frying Ghost saw that the Landlord was full, he quickly walked out from behind the oil pot, handed the lunch box placed aside to the Landlord, and then took a paper-wrapped fried dough stick and handed it to the Landlord, flattering him:

“This is to show my respect to you… Just take it back.”

The smile on the Landlord's face became very bright, and he pointed at Oil Frying Ghost and said: “You guy…”

He took the fried dough stick and then took two more from the basket where the fried dough sticks were placed.

“I will definitely tell my wife to reduce your rent!”

Seeing this scene, a flash of light flashed in Yang Tao's eyes.

‘Is the plot starting??’

The movie didn't say how many days had passed. Yang Tao had been waiting for a week, and the plot was finally starting again.

Amidst the Landlord harassing the young girl, Oil Frying Ghost placed the meat porridge and fried dough sticks on the table.

Yang Tao nodded and started eating, but his eyes were looking at the only washbasin in the courtyard downstairs.

Sure enough, he saw Sauce Burst's figure. The half of his butt that was exposed was really too sexy. It was hard to forget after just one look.

‘Ah Xing and Fatty will be here near noon… Now the plot is messed up, should I help Ah Xing open his Ren and Du meridians?’

However, he didn't have any experience. If he didn't grasp the scale well and emptied Ah Xing's health bar, it would be over.

“Landlady! Landlady!”

Just as Yang Tao was eating, Sauce Burst's voice rang out. He saw him with his hair not yet washed, shouting towards the Landlady's room.

The window opened, and the Landlady's figure poked out from the window.

“What are you shouting for?”

Sauce Burst spread his hands and asked:

“Why is there suddenly no water?”

Hearing Sauce Burst's words, the Landlady directly closed the window and ran downstairs quickly, even faster than when Yang Tao rented the room before.

“Water bills don’t cost money, you bunch of bastards. You haven’t paid this month’s rent, and you still have so much nonsense to say.”

“But I only washed half of my hair, and you turned off the tap.”

The Landlady stood on the spot with her hands on her hips, and an aura of self-importance emerged from her body. Her eyes sharply stared at the people around her and roared:

“I’m not only turning it off now, but starting tomorrow, the water will be cut off on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and intermittently on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.”

“Hmph, what are you going to do?”

Each sentence that penetrated the hearts of the people came from the Landlady's mouth, making Yang Tao feel very satisfied.

‘Haha, this live version is just different.’

Watching the Landlady scold the three great masters like grandsons, Yang Tao happily finished his breakfast.

He took out two dimes from his pocket and threw them on the table, but he didn't rush to leave because there would be a big show next.

Just as Yang Tao thought, after the Landlady finished scolding everyone and left, a burst of noise rang out from the Landlady's room a few minutes later.

With a bang, the wooden window was knocked open. The bruised and swollen Landlord had just poked his head out when someone grabbed his hair and dragged him back.

‘Damn, the Landlady is amazing, she didn’t even drop the cigarette in her mouth while hitting someone!’

The Landlady’s face was ferocious at this moment. She jumped up and slammed the Landlord hard with her elbow, and finally threw the Landlord directly out of the window.

Amidst a flurry of chickens and dogs, the Landlord fell to the ground, and his face was down.

Bright red blood flowed from under the Landlord.

Sauce Burst, who was scooping water from the ditch to wash his hair, knelt on the ground and picked up a wooden stick from the side and poked the Landlord's body.

He saw the Landlord lying on the ground, reaching out a hand and waving it, saying: “Stop it!”

The onlookers who were originally watching dispersed one after another when they saw that the Landlord was still alive. Obviously, this kind of scene was commonplace for them.

Yang Tao looked at the flowing blood from afar, smiled, and murmured: “He’s still not dead like that? He really deserves to be in the Kung Fu world.”

He shook his head, stood up, and walked towards the room he rented.