It seems to be another theorem of the block world.
Whenever a player encounters danger, they will dig downward to trigger a specific emergency plan.
Dig three, fill one!
In the dark and enclosed space, he could only smell the scent of decay and hear the sharp, terrifying shrieks of the Ghasts outside.
"Mountwell, hang in there!"
"We'll definitely find an exit; maybe it's right ahead!"
"Oakmoor is already working hard to find diamonds. Don't give up!"
"It's all because of those damned Ghasts. How can there be such disgusting monsters?"
"The most disgusting ones are the Shadowlings. They even carried away the obsidian!"
"They can carry away anything. That kind of monster shouldn't even exist!"
"Exactly! Especially when the Nether resources are so rich!"
"What a waste, sigh!"
The audience of Samurai Nation felt very regretful.
After evading the enemies, it became apparent that the Nether resources were incredibly abundant.
Blackstone, basalt, soul sand, glowstone...
All sorts of resources that were scarce or nonexistent in the Overworld were everywhere here!
Especially in the Nether, there were no mining restrictions!
While mining Nether gold ore, Ronan Mountwell had already collected five stacks of gold nuggets.
Bringing them out would greatly enhance the strength of Samurai Nation!
However, after searching everywhere, Ronan Mountwell still hadn't found a way to leave.
Eating a baked potato to perk himself up, he checked his inventory.
He had brought nearly a stack of food when he came, and now he had eaten nearly half of it.
"Food is running low. The Ghasts should be gone by now, right?"
Fortunately, there were ways to obtain food in hell.
Forest mushrooms and chests in specific areas contained food.
Digging a tunnel out from the side, Ronan Mountwell poked his head out to ensure he wasn't discovered.
Once he reached a safe position, he frowned again.
Perhaps because there were too many blocks, his inventory felt very heavy.
He had to discard some items to make things easier.
"Can't throw away the gold ore, can't throw away the weapons, can't throw away the diamond pickaxe. In that case..."
He looked at the items he had just picked up.
[Ancient Debris]
He hadn't seen it before at first, so he had specifically searched for it. He had mined nearly a stack but still couldn't see any use for it.
"Heavy and useless. Throw it away!"
It certainly felt much lighter after he threw it all on the ground.
"There's a new structure ahead!"
Seeing a fortress-like building, he hurriedly used blocks to build a path toward it.
Maybe he could restock his food inside?
Thinking more boldly, maybe there was a way to let him go back!
The fortress was huge, with paths leading in all directions and monsters inside.
"Black skeletons?"
Ronan Mountwell was curious when he saw a skeleton.
The skeletons in the Overworld were all white and used bows, but the skeletons in hell were actually black.
Moreover, they used longswords and lacked long-range attack capabilities.
Because of the long-range ability of bows, he had kept his distance from Overworld skeletons, but now they lacked that range.
Ronan Mountwell had a bold idea.
"I have iron armor and an iron sword. If I can't handle a bow skeleton, can't I handle you?"
"Let's bully it a bit!"
Lowering his footsteps and approaching slowly, he swung his sword.
He successfully damaged the Wither Skeleton and drew its aggro.
With a total of twenty health points, Ronan Mountwell could kill it in three strikes.
Using superb maneuvering techniques, he won while only taking one hit from the opponent.
"What good items do Nether monsters drop?"
He looked down with high expectations, but the result disappointed him.
A piece of coal and a Wither Skeleton Skull.
"What's the use of a skeleton head?"
Ignoring the drops, Ronan Mountwell was just about to open a treasure chest.
Taking a step forward, he suddenly sensed something wrong with his body.
After being hit once by the Wither Skeleton, it was as if something was flooding into his body through the wound, causing continuous damage to him.
Looking closely, his health had somehow changed from bright red to a dull black, and it was dropping by half a heart every ten seconds!
"What the hell is this?"
He thought it would fade slowly over time, but after two and a half minutes, it was still there.
Health regeneration from food couldn't keep up with the loss of health, so he hurriedly stuffed the food from the chest into his inventory.
Ronan Mountwell blindly found a direction without monsters and hid himself.
Collapsing to the ground, he had only half a heart of health left.
"Mountwell! What's wrong with you!"
"It's because of those skeletons; they are poisonous!"
"Holy cow, I thought they were weak. Those guys are no weaker than Overworld skeletons!"
"He's really stepped into a trap this time. Is he going to die?"
"Hang in there!"
The audience of Samurai Nation broke into a cold sweat for Ronan Mountwell.
Fortunately, he had received a reward before entering hell, and its biggest function was to weaken the Wither effect.
Hanging on with his last half-heart, he didn't die, and five minutes passed.
Ronan Mountwell's eyes gradually brightened.
"I survived!"
He had endured the Wither effect!
Hurriedly eating food to recover health, Ronan Mountwell was now drenched in sweat and panting heavily even though he hadn't been in a fight.
The feeling of watching his life slip away while being powerless was too terrifying!
Those few minutes felt like he had actually died once; he definitely didn't want to experience it a second time!
Determined never to underestimate any skeleton again, Ronan Mountwell stood up and looked around.
Fleeing in a hurry, he seemed to have arrived at a special place.
There were no monsters here; it was self-contained and even had the foundation of the world.
Bedrock!
This kind of block could not be mined, and its existence was extremely special.
[Special Area, *** Button **, Breakthrough ***, ** Mod ** Small Civilization ***...]
His Hunter skill activated at the right time, allowing him to see part of its essence.
"This place is related to Small Civilizations!"
Ronan Mountwell's eyes lit up immediately.
Chunk Civilizations were divided from bottom to top into Micro Civilizations, Small Civilizations, Medium Civilizations, and Large Civilizations.
So far, they were still in the lowest level of Micro Civilization, and no one had found a way to advance.
Now, he had actually found it!
"It's the favor of the God of Luck!"
Surviving the Wither effect without dying was his reward!
Without thinking, Ronan Mountwell pulled the button.
The expected event of obtaining a reward did not happen.
Refusing to believe it, he pressed all the buttons at the same time.
After waiting for a long time without a reaction, just as Ronan Mountwell was about to give up...
Clack!
A wooden item flew out and fell into his inventory.
Seeing the name clearly, Ronan Mountwell's face was full of surprise.
[Golden Apple]
Eating it could resist damage and grant a health regeneration buff; the Golden Apple could be called a divine artifact!
He had only caught a distant glimpse of it in the previous civilization. At that time, hearing the Old Hunter's explanation, he had been incredibly envious.
He didn't expect to get it directly this time!
"This is a true divine artifact!"
"Mountwell, your luck is explosive!"
"It seemed like bad luck, but it was actually the guidance of fate!"
"With so many block resources plus the Golden Apple, who can be a match for my Samurai Nation!"
"Saving the whole country depends on you, Mountwell!"
Knowing how precious this item was, the audience of Samurai Nation was beyond excited.
Confirming there was nothing else, Ronan Mountwell left happily.
Feeling no fatigue, he fantasized about punching the Nine Provinces and trampling the Freedom Nation to become number one, advancing to a Small Civilization scenario.
He was completely unaware.
After he left, the floor cracked.
A strange Zombie crawled out with a smile on its face.
Watching Ronan Mountwell's departing back, it wasn't as dull as an ordinary Zombie.
It could destroy and place blocks, being so agile that it was no different from a real person.
A coarse voice came from its throat.
"Civilization Challenge initiated."
"Crisis, begin!"
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