Knock knock…
Knock knock…
A very rhythmic sound echoed in the empty abandoned warehouse, and Eric stood beside Leon and recorded descriptions of the surrounding environment.
Compared to Level 0, the space of Level 1 is extremely stable and has little impact on the mind.
Leon worked hard to dig at the walls of the warehouse, including but not limited to shelves, boxes, pipes, lamps, various signs...
In other words, wherever he looks, he is Leon's target.
However, the energy values contained in these messy things are generally only between 1 and 3 points.
Only some items that contain special energy can provide more energy value, such as almond water.
But this thing is not everywhere.
"Leon, look!"
Eric pointed at the ceiling not far away and shouted. Leon stopped digging the wall and took out a stone axe from his backpack to prepare for battle.
But when he looked towards the ceiling, he saw some red graffiti.
[Do you want to come to our party? =)]
"Leon, I could have sworn there was no graffiti here before."
Leon nodded slightly.
The Level 1 space is stable, but that doesn't mean nothing special happens, and this graffiti is one of them.
Leon said very seriously:
"Eric, remember! Never touch the graffiti that appears out of nowhere. It's a trap set by partygoers."
Eric nodded slightly. He trusted Leon's words very much, although Leon didn't look like a human being at all.
"Then...what would happen if it touched?"
"Of course, join the party! You will just be transformed into a new party guest or made into a cupcake for everyone to enjoy at the party..."
A gentleman does not stand on a dangerous wall.
"Eric, it's almost time. I'll take you back to rest."
He was not afraid that there were guests from the Sixth Party hiding nearby, but he was worried that Eric would accidentally get infected.
Entity C-233, also known as the Partygoer, is an aggressive and sentient entity.
Their "faces" display cartoonish smiles made of red material, and their "arms" end in mouths similar to those of bloodworms or lampreys, filled with rows of sharp teeth.
Partygoers have the ability to assimilate wanderers. When the teeth at the end of their arms pierce the wanderer's skin, a brown-yellow liquid PTG-A will penetrate into the blood vessels along the teeth and quickly infect the wanderer's central nervous system, causing their minds to assimilate into those of the partygoers within a certain period of time.
At the same time, within 24 hours the homeless person's physiological structure will be transformed to be the same as that of a partygoer.
The worst that could happen if he got bitten was that he would die on the spot, but he didn't want to lose the tool he finally had who he could communicate with.
"Open the door!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the reassuring portal appeared in front of him. Leon pushed open the wooden door and returned to the [Main World] with Eric.
"If you're hungry, I have a bottle of almond water here."
Eric shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry now. I was just observing and didn't move much, so I didn't consume much."
Seeing that he refused, Leon didn't say much and threw the gray bottle of almond water back into his backpack.
Glanced at the energy value.
Energy value 12487
"12,000... That's enough, upgrade!"
Eric was a little confused when he heard Leon's mumbling, but as the words fell, the original gray fog wall quickly dissipated, revealing a wider space.
The gray mosaic-like [bedrock] floor under my feet was replaced by green [grass blocks] in an instant, and a square [oak tree] appeared on the flat ground.
Can it be controlled manually?
Eric almost popped his eyes out. He originally thought that what Leon said about his world just meant that he occupied this space in advance, but the current situation told him that this space must have an inextricable relationship with the man in front of him.
At this time, Leon's voice came again.
"Just doubled in size?? The bedrock was replaced with grass blocks? At least give me a block size."
Leon took out a stone shovel and shoveled up the [grass block] under his feet. Looking at the gray [stone] exposed underneath, a smile appeared on his face.
"It's okay, at least there are stones. I don't know if there are any mines underneath."
Knock knock…
After knocking off three layers of stone, the familiar [bedrock] appeared in his sight again.
Leon smacked his lips and muttered, "I have a conscience, but not much..."
This space gave him a super-flat feeling like Minecraft, the kind with only three layers of stone.
Coming out from underground, Leon looked towards the lonely oak tree.
"Leon, is this your ability?"
Eric asked as he looked towards the oak tree swaying in the wind.
"Well, I guess so. You can record it in your little notebook, but I hope you can give me a better number."
He knew that Eric had never treated him as a human being and had recorded a lot of information about him.
It may be a little uncomfortable to think of Eric as a scientist, but if you think of him as a "historian", then isn't Eric a perfect biographer?
By then, his legend will be passed down forever in the world of [Back Room].
"serial number?"
"Yes, it's the number. When I have time, I'll take you to MEG to study. There's a lot of information about the back room there."
Eric didn't continue asking questions, mainly because the more he asked, the more questions he would have. What he had to do now was to write down some important things so as not to forget them.
After seeing him take out the small notebook, Leon just smiled. Sometimes he also admired people like Eric.
Keep the mission in mind and never forget the original intention.
So he never had the nerve to tell Eric that the chances of him getting out in this lifetime were almost zero...
[Oak Tree] is exactly the same as in Minecraft.
He took out a stone axe and hit the square tree trunk. The unique mosaic cracks of "Minecraft" appeared, and they became more and more as he hit faster.
"Only five pieces of oak...tsk tsk, almost surviving on a sky island."
Looking at the leaves floating in the air, ignoring the law of gravity, Leon prayed silently in his heart: "The saplings must fall... The saplings must fall..."
If there were no saplings, who knows when we would come across the next oak tree.
He did not take the initiative to destroy the leaves floating in the air, but waited quietly for them to disappear naturally.
Mainly because he feels that if the leaves are allowed to fall naturally, the chance of saplings dropping will be higher. (Fake, pure superstition.)
While he was waiting for the sapling, a new wooden door appeared on the wall. A little boy wearing glasses pushed the door open and stood at the door in a daze.