There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 455, I bear everything!

Shortly after.

In the small ancient county town, the only decent three-story restaurant was where the three players sat facing each other.

The only purple item dropped by the Tree Demon Granny.

A sapling of the Soul-Guiding Tree was accepted by Li Jun, representing the authorities, who promised to compensate Gao Bo and Liu Ying.

The remaining two blue items were split equally between the two.

During the allocation process.

The waiter brought the food and drinks.

This world's overall structure is extremely similar to the history of world 33214, but upon closer examination, various inconsistencies can be found.

A variety of ghost and monster legends.

These have all greatly changed this world.

It's very realistic, but it's also scary.

The first supernatural legend that Li Jun encountered shortly after entering this world was the Dragon King's wedding.

It was a poor fishing village.

Counting on my fingers, there are only about ten households.

However, every year a Dragon King's wife is sent away.

Count upwards.

Sixty years in total.

It's the same every year.

The ignorant fishermen, amidst the shrill cries of the shamans dressed in flamboyant attire and painted with bright colors, sent people into the river on their tattered bamboo rafts.

Li Jun saw this scene.

Especially angry.

That very day, he gathered the official players of this area and personally went down into the river to drag the so-called Dragon King out of the river.

It was an enormous carp.

It was fat and strange, with its eyes and mouth squeezed together, vaguely revealing a human face.

"It's just a carp, after all!"

That day, he shouted loudly to the thin fishermen on the riverbank.

"This is the river god you worship!"

"A monster!"

"A big carp!"

As he spoke, he gutted the large carp.

That day, he stood tall and proud.

They were completely oblivious to the desperate expression on the face of the shaman who had rushed over.

Shortly after.

A terrifying wave surged from the great river.

In that wave, he saw an even bigger carp.

I only had two lives, and I lost half of them in one go.

After that incident, even those above him became more suspicious of him.

After all, if he were to die in this real dungeon, he would truly be dead.

But Li Jun has no regrets.

Not long after, he returned to that small fishing village once again.

After being swept away by the huge waves, nothing was left here.

In the tavern, after drinking a few bowls of rice wine, Li Jun's face became even more rosy. For some reason, he thought of this matter. At this moment, his eternally serious face finally showed a bit more of a different kind of charm.

He had just tried to recruit the two players in front of him.

As expected, I was rejected.

It was expected.

Li Jun didn't take this to heart.

At that moment, however, I was thinking about other things.

Perhaps it's because of what I saw not long ago.

"Compared to that Crimson Knight, what is that River God?"

Think so.

Suddenly.

"Tell me, what if one day we could be compared to those immortals and gods!"

What are you planning to do?

Quite suddenly, this question was raised.

This has sparked some thought.

However, before the two guys in front of him could even speak...

Li Jun then answered himself.

"I want to make the real world unlike this place!"

Today, Li Jun finally breathed a sigh of relief after retrieving a suitable piece of equipment from Xiao Yang's Wonderful Treasure Vault and acquiring the Tree Demon Granny's loot.

He uttered these words, which were not entirely clear to most people.

It's Wang Li's turn.

This question made him think for quite a while.

The final answer: "Let's talk about it when that day comes."

to the end.

Gao Bo was the most agitated of the three when it came to this issue.

I was extremely excited.

"May you live forever and be as high as the heavens!"

At this moment, the three guys, who are currently at the forefront of the receding tide game, or even at the very forefront, smiled at each other.

Earthenware bowls collided with each other.

It must be said that compared to the true pioneers of plane 33214, their situation and experiences were those of the most pitiful and unlucky ones.

The ones that came were much better.

At their stage, Xiao Yang had nothing to think about, nor could he think about anything.

"What is he doing?"

He elbowed the skull.

Even now, this process remains unchanged.

It's just that he went from elbowing a skeleton to elbowing an evil god.

have to say.

"Indeed, someone is carrying a heavy burden."

Even now, Xiao Yang has had little chance to relax, let alone enjoy the future.

Just thinking about what the future holds makes him frown, want to cover his head, and hum softly for a long time.

What exactly are we facing?
What else could it be?
"Endless evil gods, countless evil gods, all kinds of monsters."

In summary, the three elements are combined in a cyclical manner.

What else could the future hold?
"Fight on and on, until you fall!"

This is true not only in the future, but also now.

Even though the game of receding tides isn't peaceful and can be considered dangerous, it's not easy to face.

But compared to what Xiao Yang has experienced and is experiencing, it is really nothing.

But there is no way.

This is Xiao Yang's choice.

The streaks of light on his body hadn't completely disappeared, and that's how the next battle began.

The thorn god who had been hiding in the divine kingdom, unwilling to show himself, finally could no longer bear it.

Emerging from the divine realm, it angrily prepared to tear apart the swarming insects.

With time running out, Xiao Yang donned his armor and attached each of the divine artifacts.

"The battle is about to begin!"

We cannot stop.

During this period, the burden on his shoulders became even heavier.

He also shouldered the responsibility for the future of those who had lost their homes.

There is no way.

"When I see those children who are as thin as monkeys, I can't just sit idly by."

As long as Xiao Yang doesn't die.

As long as everything can be maintained.

Then it shouldn't take long.

"Ten years, twenty years, or thirty years."

After all that he did gained momentum.

Who knows, if he falls from grace one day, things won't just go back to the way they were.

On the desolate wilderness.

In a forest of thorns, densely packed with spikes rising from the ground.

A large number of figures are advancing silently.

Countless long-armed monsters were driven to gather here.

He roared angrily, but his voice no longer contained the unbridled madness and cruelty; instead, it was filled with fear.

The leading commander began issuing orders.

"shot!"

Amid shouts, one magic-powered rifle after another was put down, and with the pull of the trigger, eerie blue beams of light burst forth.

At this point, the guy couldn't hold back any longer.

An incomparably enormous, long-armed monster tore through the sky and appeared before everyone's eyes.

It roared wildly.

Until an ordinary-looking door appeared on the field.

Cheers erupted from the mouths of the Salvation Army soldiers at that moment.

It wasn't just the cheers that rang out on the field.

The monster opposite them froze completely at that moment, its movements and expression completely frozen.

No one noticed the bright, tattoo-like patterns on Xiao Yang's body.

Ultimately, all of this is Xiao Yang's own choice.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, this is the actual situation.

"He is carrying everything on his shoulders."

(End of this chapter)