There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 335, God of the Spring

Starting with zero frames, the immediate goal is to throw the fleshy ball in hand into the surging black mud in front of you.

The movements were realistic and genuine, without the slightest feint.

In this resolute action, change finally occurred.

A voice suddenly rang out, and the ball of flesh was not thrown out by Xiao Yang.

"Stop, stop!"

A pair of hands and feet, as well as a human face, grew from the fleshy ball in my hand.

This is a scene that's hard to describe.

It's a bit disgusting, and a bit bizarre.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the god of the spring."

At this moment, this guy was using the hands and feet that grew from the fleshy ball to tightly hold onto Xiao Yang's fingers.

"It's absolutely disgusting."

Xiao Yang began swinging his arms, silently trying to fling the fleshy ball in his hand away.

Upon hearing Xiao Yang's actions, the God of Springs, who was now being held in Xiao Yang's hand, began to beg for mercy.

"Don't do that, there's still a lot I can do to help you."

“I am a god, a real god.”

You will need me!

Finally, Xiao Yang stopped what he was doing.

It wasn't that I was really moved, it's just that this thing was holding me too tightly. I tried several times, but I just couldn't shake it off, so I decided to just listen to what it had to say.

“Tell me what you can offer.”

After catching his breath, the face that had grown on the fleshy ball regained some composure.

"Anything is possible, as long as you give me enough faith power, I will give you anything!"

Xiao Yang noticed the key words in that sentence.

Do I need to give them something first?

He spoke these words in a subtle tone to the fleshy ball in his hand.

In return, I received a dismissive response from the other side.

"Of course, I only have a portion of my power left now."

After a moment of silent contemplation, Xiao Yang finally decided to give up on this somewhat disgusting thing.

Then, he swung his arms vigorously again.

"It's possible now, it's possible now! What do you want? What do you really want!"

The god of the springs compromised.

Of course, even if He didn't compromise, He had no other choice, since He only had one ball of flesh left, and Xiao Yang was holding it in his hand.

Xiao Yang reiterated his request.

Given such an opportunity, it is only natural to make a reasonable request.

"I need a blessing."

Now that we've found a weakness in a god, it would be unreasonable not to bestow a favor upon him.

He didn't think he was asking for an exorbitant amount.

The God of Springs was about to agree to Xiao Yang's words almost instantly, until Xiao Yang said something else.

“A complete, genuine gift, is coming now.”

The God of the Spring froze upon hearing Xiao Yang's resolute words.

Soon, his face turned purple.

Under Xiao Yang's crimson gaze, there was still no answer. The surrounding black mud surged even more violently, as if the corrosive blood would soon completely lose its deterrent effect on them.

At this point in time.

The water god, now reduced to a mere ball of flesh, opened and closed his mouth, but neither gesture indicated agreement.

Xiao Yang, who has no respect for the word "god," is now extorting a real god.

"I can't give it to you."

He didn't lie, and even if he had, he couldn't have fooled Xiao Yang.

"So what use are you?"

This question has been raised once again.

Xiao Yang stretched out his other hand, preparing to pull the fleshy ball off his palm.

In the chaos of panic, more words were uttered. "You're a player, aren't you?"

"Don't do that, take me away from here, and I can offer you a special career."

"And my own body, and some lost artifacts, I can take you to find them."

"The path to godhood, I can guide you to godhood."

"I can also provide guidance on agriculture."

"Let me go, I just want to live!"

Finally, filled with a sense of helpless indignation, he shouted loudly.

But then a twist of fate occurred.

Xiao Yang stopped what he was doing.

What else can you do?

The god of the spring, relieved, quickly responded.

"Guide to Ascension to Godhood!"

"No! It's the next line!"

"Guiding agriculture?"

The god of the springs repeated himself somewhat hesitantly.

But it was this one sentence that made Xiao Yang change his mind.

Xiao Yang truly cared about the City of Hope and its survivors.

However, no matter how much you care, there's one thing you need to confirm first.

"What's wrong with this world and these snake people?"

Faced with Xiao Yang's aggressive questioning, the God of Springs showed a complex expression and remained silent for a while before finally giving his answer.

"I sucked it dry."

"Why did you do this?"

"In order to survive."

“If I die, even if I don’t do this, this world, they will still fall into this place, and they will die then too.”

"If I can escape, I will have that last chance."

Why are you so afraid of dying?

"Is there a reason? Aren't you all afraid of dying too?"

As the topic evolved, Xiao Yang suddenly became curious about a certain question.

"Aren't gods eternal?"

"It is eternal in some ways, but it will still die."

"If it is eternal, then why fear death?"

When Xiao Yang uttered those words, he noticed a hint of incomprehension and confusion on the face of the God of the Painted Spring, which was located on the fleshy face.

Such an expression seems more like it should be seen as a sign of mental disability.

"Although I don't know what you are, are you willing to die right now?"

This rhetorical question really left Xiao Yang speechless, leaving him somewhat at a loss for words.

"Eternity is only eternal as long as I exist. If I cease to exist, then everything is meaningless."

For a moment, the conversation took on a certain degree of philosophical and philosophical depth.

This left Xiao Yang even more at a loss for words.

As expected, he, an ordinary human, still didn't quite understand "gods".

With Xiao Yang speechless, the God of the Spring became even more smug.

Unable to bear seeing his expression, Xiao Yang directly raised a question for him.

"Are you truly the God of the Springs now? If you saw a God of the Springs born from a larger piece of flesh, wouldn't that be more like yourself?"

"Are you truly the God of the Spring, or merely a...ball of flesh of the God of the Spring?"

At Xiao Yang's question, the fleshy ball in his hand suddenly fell silent.

The more he thought about it, the more stuck he became. He was successfully entangled by Xiao Yang and began to ponder an exceptionally complex and terrifying question.

"Am I the god of the spring, or just a fleshy ball of the god of the spring?"

Amidst his dazed state and existential doubt, Xiao Yang began to face the battle, as the black mud surged towards him in a dark, overwhelming manner.

(End of this chapter)