There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 357, Temporary World Lord

Begin with a unique kind of confidence.

However, problems arose in actual operation.

It wasn't that smooth sailing.

It went smoothly at first.

"A successful start to the ceremony, a successful awakening of the world's will."

And then, and then, that was it.

The will of the world has gone into hiding.

They stopped showing themselves.

No matter how Xiao Yang called out, it was the same.

silence.

No way.

"In this situation, the only option is to use money."

They started gradually increasing the stakes.

The amount of spirit coins spent on this ceremony gradually increased.

"Millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions."

At this point, the world's will, which had been completely unresponsive, finally could no longer tolerate it.

If I were to use an analogy...

The extraordinary beings in the entire 33214 plane, if converted into units or numbers, would not exceed ten million. But now, Xiao Yang has given a full one hundred million.

This is already a very large number.

"That's the power of money."

Something surprising happened.

The world's will is still enduring and suppressing itself.

In this situation...

have nothing to say.

"Add another zero."

The moment Xiao Yang revealed this number, he could no longer contain himself. The reward for the World Will's success was being presented at the ceremony site.

do not know why.

The will of the real world is like a startled rabbit.

The moment they appeared, their first thought was to run away.

However, they were unable to do so.

Xiao Yang's investment of so many spirit coins was not in vain.

The world's will was firmly locked in place at this moment by the power of the ritual.

The image confined by the will of the world is a hazy white ball of light.

Now we can have a proper talk.

"I want to become the ruler of the world."

"If you choose me, all these spirit coins are yours."

The blunt and direct words were met with a blunt and direct rejection.

"no!"

The smile on his face froze.

Xiao Yang wanted to understand why he couldn't become the ruler of the world.

"why?"

"It just doesn't work!"

"No, it's too dangerous. No means no."

Among the fragmented expressions of the world's will, some very dangerous sentences are about to appear.

at this time.

It happened very suddenly.

The game of gods popped up.

[Player detected taking the role of World Master]

[Evaluating job prospects]

[Assessment Completed]

The current level of transcendence in the world is too low.

[Job application unsuccessful]

[Successfully appointed as the temporary world master]

The World Will remained silent, and the God Game granted Xiao Yang temporary access.

"It feels a little strange."

But I can't quite put my finger on what's strange about it.

I carefully checked my permissions as the temporary world lord.

"It basically has everything you should have."

In the game "Gods and Gods," an additional section has been added, and the dimensional monitoring function happens to be located within this section.

What he wants can be clearly observed here.

It would have been better if I hadn't looked. Once I did, I saw that the contamination level of plane 33214 had risen to five percent.

This is not a good sign.

When the pollution level reaches 10%, those hazy, chaotic things will begin to spread in the real world. "Something has to be done."

But how do we do it?

With this detection panel, Xiao Yang no longer needs to stay in the real world.

As long as you open the God's Game panel, the data about plane 33214 can be directly displayed in front of him, the temporary master of this plane.

The Skull Dungeon is also the starting point.

Xiao Yang appeared here.

This place seems much livelier than usual right now.

I don't know what happened.

Inside the Dormition Hall, a huge bronze mirror is displayed.

Many spirits surrounded the bronze mirror, including some ghostly maidens.

I'm a little curious about this scene.

Xiao Yang moved closer.

The bronze mirror reflects this scene.

A man dressed in simple leather armor was carefully pulling open a dark, secluded door.

In the room, a metal box stood out conspicuously.

The scattered skeletons began to reassemble, transforming into ferocious skeleton warriors.

Faced with this situation, the man gritted his teeth, raised a rusty longsword in his hand, and charged forward.

After a fierce battle, he finally won a great victory. With joy on his face, he pushed open the box, only to be immediately submerged in a pool of gray gel that gushed out from inside.

It struggled wildly in the gel, its eyes gradually rolling back until it finally lost its voice and was spat out of its body by the slime.

At that moment, the skeletons he had just defeated rekindled their soul flames in their heads, got up chatting and laughing, pulled the things off the unconscious guy, and dragged him out of the room.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yang's lips twitched.

"Mimic?"

"Good guy!"

The arrival of a certain adventurer seems to have become a form of entertainment for the summoned undead in the Land of Beginnings during this period.

They even created something as sinister as a mimicry.

Shortly after.

When this completely naked figure opened its eyes once again.

He appeared in the safe house.

A hint of melancholy appeared on his face.

Pick up the piece of metal from the table and scratch a mark on the wall of the safe house.

Over the past few days, without realizing it, one after another has appeared on the wall.

He seemed to have broken down a bit.

He muttered to himself indignantly.

"Mimic!"

"My equipment, my weapons!"

"Damn it! Who on earth built this dungeon?!"