To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 670 - 381 Underworld (First Update)_2
Chapter 670 -381: Underworld (First Update)_2
Chapter 670 -381: Underworld (First Update)_2
In the video, Eric could hardly see the monkey’s position; he could only see a gust of wind blowing through, and the surrounding zombies fell like wheat.
Taking a deep breath, he said to the others, “It’s okay, I’ve got it, we can…”
“Level 428!”
“That fast!”
The top three spots on the leaderboard were all occupied by the monkey, indicating that it must have come up with a new approach that allowed it to slaughter en masse in a very short time.
Doubting Thomas, Eric watched the monkey’s third video and discovered it indeed had a new idea.
Every time a player leveled up, they would get new skills, and among these skills was one that almost no one would choose: “Skip.”
This skill would directly skip several floors, but the monsters inside would not die; instead, they would all appear at once.
If the number of skips was too high, the player would then face a screen full of zombies and could barely last a second.
It could only be said that the monkey had its team give up leveling and fully commit to skipping, allowing them to power-level quickly.
So, why were they doing this?
The thought of competing with the monkey had vanished, and Eric could only stare blankly as it continuously dominated the leaderboard, claiming the top ten, twenty, and even fifty spots for itself.
Such frenzied behavior left Eric clueless about what the monkey was trying to do.
All he knew was that he seemed to have lost quite thoroughly.
“Eric, are you okay?” a buddy asked worriedly.
“I’m fine,” Eric immediately replied.
“So are you going to continue the challenge?”
“No, I’ve decided to play house instead.”
Watching Eric go offline, his buddies knew another streamer had become depressed because of the monkey.
But soon after, they also had a question.
What exactly was the monkey trying to achieve with such frequent leaderboard runs?
This question was known only to the Monkey, Xiemen Waidao, Mukuai 1234, and Black Tech.
To help Black Tech acquire useful skill combinations, they tirelessly spammed Infinite Mode, striving to reach level 400 every time.
Since skills were random, Black Tech didn’t always get the skills it wanted, thus the monkey had to keep grinding, repeating the process over and over again.
However, the monkey didn’t feel fatigued by this; on the contrary, it enjoyed the game more and more.
New skill combinations continuously popped up in its mind, making it feel like its understanding of the game was improving dramatically; the game seemed to have no more secrets, as various routines for boosting their efficiency kept emerging.
If this continued, even it wasn’t sure to what extent it could grow.
Perhaps it could finally have a fair duel with the boss.
Just as the monkey was having the time of its life, Black Tech breathed a sigh of relief.
The forever languid Black Tech finally became serious; it had the skill combination it wanted, allowing it to discern what those mysterious underground voices were saying.
“What do we do, I feel that something is constantly eating my leaves, do we have worms?”
“I feel the same, and they’re eating the leaves faster and faster; I think my growth rate can’t keep up with their pace of consumption.”
“This is troublesome, if it continues like this, will we end up malnourished?”
“I don’t want that! Just thinking about going bald makes me feel like I’d rather wither away.”
Listening to these voices left Black Tech somewhat bewildered.
What were these voices talking about?
As Black Tech hesitated, something finally took notice of it.
“Huh, there seems to be a little guy eavesdropping here, is it a new companion?”
“Don’t be scared, little one, I know you’ve just woken up and might be confused. But it’s okay, we’ll protect you,”
With a gentle voice, Black Tech felt the soil around him loosen, and tentacle-like roots wound around him, enveloping him tightly.
Then, he felt himself sinking, something gentle wrapped around him, drawing him downward until he fell into the warm underground.
When the wriggling of the roots ceased, he could finally make out the things in front of him.
There was no light underground, so “seeing” here wasn’t in the strict sense of optical reflection, but rather a consciousness-based perception.
Here, he clearly perceived the existence of three other consciousnesses.
They each glowed with a faint green light, and from their appearance, they bore a resemblance to humans, but without arms or legs, replaced by masses of roots that formed tentacle-like organs.
Though only partly human-like, they all had very attractive faces, with an ambiguous gender that lent them an exotic beauty, making Black Tech marvel at how deeply hidden the easter egg of “Animal Crisis” was, taking such great effort just to see it.
If not for Monkey’s involvement, he felt that just with his and Xiemen Waidao’s power, it might take half a year to see everything here.
As Black Tech observed these beings, they also observed him.
One of them extended its roots, gently stroking Black Tech’s body as one might a kitten.
“Are you scared, little one? Don’t be; it’s quite safe here, mostly.”
“It must have been hard to grow to this stage, you look so thin. Although we don’t have much here in terms of supplies, it doesn’t matter, we’ll protect you,”
Black Tech silently listened to the conversations of the consciousnesses beside him and analyzed the situation, then it dawned on him.
They were the plants of this place!
And those Zombies above were actually their leaves.
This revelation made Black Tech realize that the worldview of this game was extraordinary.
The thought that behind an ordinary shooting game there lay a vast universe made Black Tech want to say, “Fang Cheng Studio, you really outdid yourselves. You’ve turned an easter egg into part of the story.”
Aren’t you afraid no one will see it?
Black Tech wanted to ask something else, but soon, he felt a disturbing tremor.
The other consciousnesses felt it too, and a mass of roots entwined him, protecting him within.
The thoughts of the three beings appeared in his mind, allowing Black Tech to hear the voices of the other consciousnesses.
“Don’t be afraid, don’t speak, we’ll protect you.”
“Relax, entrust your consciousness to us, and then think of nothing.”
“Just wait for it to leave. Trust us.”
After being enveloped by roots, Black Tech sensed something approaching.
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The realism of his gaming rig had already been cranked to the max, at 21% realism he felt a cold chill as some brutal and terrifying presence passed by them, showing him that underground was not safe.
The three consciousnesses protecting him, aware they were being watched, did not panic but quietly broke off part of themselves.
They shrank in size as the portion they released was consumed by that terrifying entity from outside.
Only after the other was sated did it slowly move away.
Only then did the three consciousnesses breathe a sigh of relief and released their roots from Black Tech.
“Don’t be scared anymore, little one, that thing only appears once in a while, and each time we just give it a part of ourselves. It knows if it kills us, it’ll starve, so it won’t decimate us,”
“Why aren’t you speaking, are you hungry? We have some food here, eat up.”
Before Black Tech could respond, a flood of nutrients was sent his way, entering his body.
With the influx of nutrients, Black Tech felt his level continually rise, new skills emerged, allowing him to perceive the underground world more clearly.
His senses extended, and the dark underground seemed clearer, livelier.
As Black Tech reveled in this brand-new world, Xiemen Waidao lay on the ground above, looking at the surrounding Zombies and commented, “Weak, these Zombies are too weak. They are really useless.”
“The most useless here is you,” Mukuai 1234 said helplessly.
