There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 368, Xiao Yang's Benevolence

Chapter 368, Xiao Yang's Benevolence
If Xiao Yang, the true supreme perceiver of the 33214 plane, were to explain this job change ceremony, he would probably give the following evaluation.

"Proactively delivering vegetables."

Yes, this is a kind of voluntary offering of food, after all, the idea of eagerly being corrupted by an evil god is somewhat abstract.

However, this matter is not serious for these players.

They encountered a bug, or rather, someone else took the blame for their deliberate contamination.

"Ah, poor goddess of rest!"

The game's servers are powered by Goddess's Dream, so who can bear the brunt of the pollution? Only Goddess Rest in Peace.

However, this matter is not actually that serious.

Because of something very simple.

The goddess's status is very high, and such superficial pollution will not have any effect on her.

Ordinary mortals may fear the defilement of evil gods, but such defilement is nothing to a true goddess whose authority lies in rest and dreams.

"A piece of cake."

Upon careful consideration, this is indeed a feasible path.

"Pollution is also a form of power."

This is even a shortcut.

The goddess's dream washes away their impurities, but the essence that is elevated is something that can truly remain.

Xiao Yang had originally planned to prepare a set of professional templates for these guys during this period.

Now it seems that's no longer necessary; these guys have forged a completely new path on their own.

However, this road is not without its problems.

Players can exploit bugs, but that's still a form of corruption. The power can't reach the individual souls separated by the Dream of Gods, but the information contained within can genuinely affect them.

Having dealt with pollution for a long time, Xiao Yang was quite familiar with what might happen next.

First, they develop some uncontrollable quirks; then, their personalities become similar to the professions they work for; and finally, they completely transform into monsters.

Even the levels these guys developed were just a side effect of this corruption process.

The closer you get to the evil god, the more power you can obtain. The more power you have, the higher your level will naturally be.

Fortunately, Xiao Yang discovered what they were tinkering with early on; otherwise, it wouldn't have been long before a group of real family members would have been born in the real world.

Such situations are easy to handle.

As the mastermind behind all of this, Xiao Yang is a true mastermind.

He doesn't intend to abolish such professions and upgrade systems directly. To some extent, this shortcut is indeed easy and convenient, and the potential is quite good.

Then there's no need to ban it.

Contact with evil gods is both bad and not bad.

The 33214 plane itself was attached to the rotten land and many evil gods.

In this situation, Xiao Yang simply added a very simple rule, and that was enough to deliver the decisive blow.

Players whose corruption reaches a certain level will lose their spot.

In the dream of the world, deep in the dense forest, in the yellow, murky river that smells of sulfur, there is a creature whose body is mostly covered in scales and whose body is submerged in the water.

His gaze fell on a delicate figure not far away, cautiously groping its way forward in the forest.

Since entering this damned game, he was initially terrified, dying three times in the wilderness before finally stumbling his way to the City of Hope.

If it happens just once or twice, he will lose all chances of resurrection. Meanwhile, the souls lost in the decaying land are calling out to him day and night.

I'm already addicted to this damn game, but I'm also terrified—terrified that death might be just around the corner.

On the forum, he had seen the status of some players who had completely lost their chance to revive.

"Becoming a vegetable, lying on a hospital bed like a corpse."

He was scared, really scared.

In any case, he didn't want to become like this.

"Clearly dead, yet still alive."

Huddled in the City of Hope, doing odd jobs in the city, becoming a life player.

But it's always like this, and I'm just not willing to accept it.

"This game is truly amazing." He began exploring the outskirts of Hope City, lingering in the murky waters, and soon after, successfully obtained a profession.

【Mudfish Man】

Getting a job is much better than before, but it's still not enough.

It's not enough compared to the truly top players.

"I'm becoming more and more like a fish crawling through the mud."

"And it has become stronger."

He huddled in the mud. A few days ago, he even dragged a much stronger man into the mud and killed him.

This feeling is captivating.

He wanted to do more and become stronger.

It's time to get started.

Just grab him the instant she gets close to the water.

Just as it was about to make its move.

Suddenly, a notification popped up.

You are no longer eligible.

Such a simple sentence caused the guy curled up in the mud to widen his eyes in surprise.

In that instant, he seemed to know what was about to happen.

"No, I didn't do anything, I'm just getting stronger!"

Why did I break the rules? This isn't fair!

Aren't all games like this?

I'm just getting stronger!

They screamed in terror, but unfortunately, Xiao Yang was not prepared to give these submissives any more chances to explain themselves.

He is the sole administrator and rule-maker of this extraordinary game.

The next moment, its expression went blank, its body lost its color and disintegrated into a hazy silver mist, and a sticky clump of slime fell from the silvery-gray mist.

In the real world, a figure stands up in terror from the bathtub.

I frantically pressed the start button on the virtual reality headset, but there was no response.

He lost his chance to re-enter the game.

It was as if all those things that had happened before were just a dream.

But the endless feeling of emptiness never stopped.

"Ugh, wow, ah, uh...!"

Incoherent words kept escaping his mouth, his expression blank, his body hunched over, just like a real fish-man.

A frantic, loud shout.

"Give it back to me! Give it back to me!"

This guy has gone mad; he's turned into a fish-man who isn't a fish-man.

The solution to this situation is simple: just kick these submissives out of the game before that step is completely finished.

"That's fine."