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Thump…
Thump…
A highly rhythmic sound echoed through the empty, abandoned warehouse, while Eric stood beside Yang Tao, recording descriptions of the surrounding environment.
Compared to Level 0, Level 1's space is extremely stable, and its impact on one's psyche is also minimal.
Yang Tao diligently excavated the walls inside the warehouse, including but not limited to shelves, boxes, pipes, light fixtures, various signs…
In other words, everything within his sight was Yang Tao's target.
However, the energy values contained in these miscellaneous items were generally only between 1 and 3 points.
Only items containing special energy, such as Almond water, could provide more energy.
But this stuff wasn't everywhere.
"Yang, look!"
Eric pointed at the ceiling not far away and shouted. Yang Tao stopped digging the wall, took out a stone axe from his backpack, and prepared for battle.
But when he looked up at the ceiling, following the direction Eric pointed, he saw some red graffiti.
"Do you want to come to our Party? =)"
"Yang, I swear there was no graffiti here before."
Yang Tao nodded slightly.
Level 1's space is stable, but that doesn't mean special things don't happen, and this graffiti was one of them.
Yang Tao said very solemnly:
"Eric, remember! Never, ever touch graffiti that appears out of nowhere; it's a Partygoer's trap."
Eric nodded lightly. He trusted Yang Tao's words very much, even though Yang Tao didn't look like a human at all.
"Then… what happens if you touch it?"
"Of course, you join the Party! But you'll either be transformed into a new Partygoer or made into a cupcake for everyone to enjoy at the Party…"
A wise man does not stand under a tottering wall.
"Eric, it's about time. I'll take you back to rest."
He wasn't afraid of a rogue Partygoer hiding nearby; he was worried about Eric accidentally getting infected.
Entity 67, also known as Partygoer, is an aggressive and sentient Entity.
Their "faces" display cartoon smiles made of red matter, and the ends of their "arms" have mouths similar to redworms or lampreys, filled with several rows of sharp teeth.
Partygoers have the ability to assimilate Wanderers. When the teeth at the ends of their arms pierce a Wanderer's skin, a brownish-yellow liquid, PTG-A, will seep into the bloodstream along the teeth, rapidly infecting the Wanderer's central nervous system and assimilating their mind into that of a Partygoer within a certain period of time.
At the same time, within 24 hours, the Wanderer's physiological structure will also transform to be identical to a Partygoer.
If he got bitten, at worst, he'd die on the spot, but he finally had a tool-person he could communicate with, and he didn't want to lose him just like that.
"Open the door!"
As soon as his voice fell, the reassuring portal appeared before him. Yang Tao pushed open the wooden door and returned to the Main World with Eric.
"If you're hungry, I still have a bottle of Almond water here."
Eric shook his head and said, "Not hungry now. I've been observing and haven't moved much, so I haven't consumed much."
Seeing his refusal, Yang Tao didn't say much, throwing the gray bottled Almond water back into his backpack.
He glanced at the energy value.
"Energy Value 12487"
"12,000… enough, upgrade!"
Eric heard Yang Tao's mumbled voice and was a bit confused, but as the words fell, the original gray mist wall quickly dissipated, revealing a wider space.
The gray mosaic-like Bedrock floor beneath their feet was instantly replaced by green Grass Blocks, and a perfectly square oak tree also appeared on the flat ground.
Can it be manually controlled?
Eric almost popped his eyes out. He originally thought that when Yang Tao said his world, he just meant he had occupied this space in advance, but the current situation told him that this space must have an intricate connection with the man in front of him.
At this moment, Yang Tao's voice came again.
"It only doubled in size? Bedrock replaced with Grass Blocks? At least give me a chunk size."
Yang Tao took out a stone shovel and shoveled the Grass Block beneath his feet. Seeing the gray Stone revealed underneath, a smile appeared on his face.
"Not bad, at least there's Stone. I wonder if there's any ore underneath."
Thump…
After knocking off three layers of Stone, the familiar Bedrock reappeared in his sight.
Yang Tao clicked his tongue and muttered, "Conscious, but not much…"
This space gave him the feeling of a Minecraft Superflat world, and only with three layers of Stone set.
Coming out from underground, Yang Tao looked at the lonely oak tree.
"Yang, is this your ability?"
Eric followed him, looking at the oak tree swaying without wind, and asked.
"Sort of. You can record it in your little notebook, but I hope you can give me a better number."
He knew Eric had never seen him as human and had recorded a lot of information about him.
If you consider Eric a scientist, it might be a bit uncomfortable, but if you consider him a 'historian,' isn't Eric a perfect biographer?
Then his legend will forever be passed down in the Backrooms world.
"Number?"
"Yes, a number. When I have time, I'll take you to M.E.G. to study; there's a lot of information about the Backrooms there."
Eric didn't continue to ask, mainly because the more he asked, the more questions arose. What he needed to do now was record some key things to avoid forgetting.
Seeing him take out his small notebook, Yang Tao just smiled. Sometimes he really admired people like Eric.
Remembering the mission, never forgetting the original intention.
So he had never had the heart to tell Eric that his chances of getting out in this life were almost zero…
The oak tree was exactly like those in Minecraft.
He took out the stone axe and struck the square tree trunk. The unique mosaic cracks of Minecraft appeared, becoming more numerous with the speed of his strikes.
"Only five oak wood… Tsk, tsk, it's almost like skyblock survival."
Looking at the leaves floating in mid-air, defying the law of gravity, Yang Tao silently prayed, 'Must drop saplings… Must drop saplings…'
If there were no saplings, who knew when he would encounter the next oak tree.
He didn't actively destroy the leaves floating in the air but waited quietly for them to disappear naturally.
Mainly, he felt that if the leaves fell naturally, the sapling drop rate would be higher. (Fake, pure superstition.)
While he was waiting for the saplings, a new wooden door appeared on the wall, and a small boy wearing glasses pushed open the wooden door and stood dumbfounded at the entrance.
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