There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 492, The Brain of Idiot

In front of a golden tree.

A figure walked towards them from afar.

He paused, looked up, and saw a golden leaf slide down from the sky, which he caught.

Wisdom Leaf

Quality: Mythical

Type: Treasure

Effect: Provides a temporary state of enlightenment.

Description: Full of energy!

Unexpectedly, a treasure of mythical quality.

Xiao Yang did not refuse.

Put this golden leaf away.

A voice rang in my ears.

"Hello."

"Hello."

His voice was weathered and carried a unique sense of story.

However, this golden oak tree was not as composed as the weathered voice suggested.

A bit talkative.

"Your arrival has truly surprised me."

"I haven't communicated with anyone for a long time."

"You've seen the spirits of this world too, haven't you?"

"To be honest, they're really a bit too much trouble, chasing dinosaurs in the forest every day. I miss the way they used to be."

"A cup of tea, a piece of wood, and a day passes by—that's the feeling of an artist."

"Let's call it elegance, for now."

"By the way, how are you humans doing these days?"

"It should be better, at least it won't turn into something like these elves that become mentally challenged."

"But it's hard to say, after all, those evil gods have never given up their pursuit of you."

"Those old lizards are better. Ancient races are different. They don't fall for curses at all. It's a pity they're too tightly bound to the world. Otherwise, those old lizards would have left this realm with their little lizards long ago."

"No, no, something's not right."

"You are not one of us! You are not a descendant of us who fled the world!"

"Why are they being targeted by so many evil gods?"

In the silence, Xiao Yang's lips twitched.

The incessant chatter echoed in his ears, dense and packed with information, giving Xiao Yang a considerable headache.

Fortunately, as the words continued to flow, this strong urge to express himself was somewhat alleviated.

However, being a bit talkative isn't necessarily a bad thing; at least he won't be ridiculed by the riddle-maker when he asks questions.

Xiao Yang was about to speak.

Suddenly, the golden oak tree trembled.

"Wait, can you do me a favor?"

"My tree has been infested with bugs."

The golden oak tree kept shaking its trunk.

Xiao Yang saw the conspicuous wormhole.

A plump white worm was coiled in the wormhole, making a constant crunching sound, as if it were gnawing on the wood.

Xiao Yang saw the insect. It noticed him, turned its head, opened its ferocious mouth, and hissed sharply at him.

I was interrupted from asking questions, so I decided to play the role of a deworming expert for once.

"Don't move, I'll help you get him out."

It nimbly climbed the tree, appeared in front of the wormhole, and stretched out its hand.

The fat worm bit Xiao Yang's hand.

Xiao Yang dodged and grabbed his body.

A sharp pull.

The plump worm was pulled out in one go.

The golden oak tree seemed to have been tormented by the insect for a long time, and let out a joyful cry.

"Comfortable!"

He casually cast a detection spell on the fat worm.

Knowledge Bug
Rank: Low-ranking follower of an evil god

Introduction: If knowledge is recorded on paper, will it attract insects?

"So it really is related to an evil god?"

Think so.

"But why is the information obtained by a lowly evil god so rudimentary?"

For this worm, there is only its name, rank, and a confusing description.

"It's so comfortable!"

The golden oak tree was still sighing like that.

“You are better than those young elven gods.”

“They are not willing to remove the insects from me.”

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yang suddenly realized something was amiss.

"Wait! The young elven god is unwilling?"

The knowledge worm, which was firmly held in his hand, angrily chose to self-destruct, and the white worm exploded.

This certainly won't cause any harm to Xiao Yang.

However, a bad feeling arose.

"Enough of this, tell me, what is the curse that has fallen upon the elves!" An urgent voice rang out.

"It's nothing else either."

"The elves and I have always been being eaten."

"He is devouring our knowledge."

At first, the sentences flowed smoothly, but as time went on, they became increasingly sluggish until the sentence was finished.

The golden oak tree remained silent for quite some time.

Finally, a statement that had left everyone somewhat silent rang out.

"who am I?"

At this point, the golden oak tree no longer responded to Xiao Yang's words.

Xiao Yang stopped moving.

A prompt for the God Game popped up.

A great being has noticed you.

[Idiot Brain - Affection increased by 1]

The golden oak tree also fell from the sky, and was caught by Xiao Yang once again.

This time, however, it had no special effects.

I'm starting to regret it.

Perhaps he shouldn't have come here out of curiosity.

The game of gods gives it the evaluation of being a great being.

Only for certain special individuals.

"pillar."

"Another pillar."

"Pale hands, scarlet moon, foolish mind."

The third pillar has arrived.

There was a pause for a while, but nothing more noteworthy happened.

A young elven deity found his way here.

This was a fellow carrying a bow and arrows on his back, a short knife at his waist, and a hideous scar on his face.

God of the Hunt

Xiao Yang met his gaze.

He was somewhat at a loss for words to explain what was happening here.

Suddenly.

The golden oak tree rang out with its joyful, weathered voice.

"I see!"

"I am a tree!"

The young god of the hunt ran his hand across the weathered bark of the golden oak tree beside him.

He did not confront or punish Xiao Yang.

He said this to Xiao Yang in a somewhat low voice.

"follow me."

………….

Crossing the world barrier to arrive in a new world.

Xiao Yang was not met with a coordinated attack from the eighteen Arhats.

The wild elves here are more advanced than their counterparts in the previous world.

The era transitioned from primitive tribes to city-states.

In a primitive city-state.

The young deity sat opposite Xiao Yang.

The god of hunting before us seems to have some kind of problem.

"His breathing is not very stable."

After thinking about what had just happened, Xiao Yang decided to break the silence by speaking first.

"Well... it just happened. That golden oak tree invited me to help it catch a worm, and that's how it happened."

Here's a rather dry description of what just happened.

Xiao Yang did not reveal the name of the Foolish Brain.

These pillars are best left unnamed.

Regarding Xiao Yang's words.

“It’s not your fault. For Grandpa Oak, this is a good thing.”

"We are ready, ready to help you."

"I am the next god to support the City of Hope."

"Please take good care of me from now on."

He spoke to Xiao Yang as if he were talking to himself.

The matter concerning the Golden Oak was avoided.

Xiao Yang frowned.

Such frank words made him somewhat uncomfortable.

"And what exactly happened just now?"

outside the house.

Suddenly, a cheer erupted.

The excessively young god of the hunt stood up.

"Wait a minute, I have something to do for now."

He stood up, turned around, and walked out of the house.

(End of this chapter)