There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 496, The Dungeon King's Dungeon Conquest

Just as Xiao Yang was planting the carrot seeds in his hand with great interest.

Then I watched as the newly planted seed sprouted rapidly, as if it had taken a super tonic.

The sky gradually darkened during this process.

A notification suddenly popped up in front of me.

It's getting dark, time to go home.

Xiao Yang chose to ignore this prompt.

He did not change his stance.

I squatted in front of the vegetable garden, observing the growth of the carrots.

A rustling sound arose, and a hazy, indistinct figure emerged from the darkness.

Beside Xiao Yang.

The clicking sound was getting closer and closer to Xiao Yang.

Darkness is also Xiao Gu's domain.

The little guy suddenly popped out of the shadows.

Clutching two daggers, the little fellow turned his head to watch the approaching figure amidst the flickering flames of his soul.

"A scarecrow?"

"A scarecrow with a red smiley face painted on its old face?"

It emerged from the darkness and walked step by step toward Xiao Yang.

The little guy's gaze was noticed, and the scarecrow, imitating him, slightly turned its head.

Just very quickly.

In that gleam of golden light, it resembled a startled big cat, unable to even maintain its basic form.

Some hazy, illusory tentacles emerged from the tattered clothes.

Xiao Gu decided to teach this guy a lesson.

It is ready.

It is slowly emerging from Xiao Yang's shadow.

Until a large hand landed on his smooth head.

He patted the little guy on the head, making him step back.

The little guy was a bit unhappy and made clicking sounds, but in the end he obediently disappeared into the shadows and stopped peeking out.

The startled scarecrow, no longer obstructing, returned to its initial state and began to slowly approach Xiao Yang again.

Xiao Yang seemed oblivious to all of this.

A jet-black scythe materialized, was raised high, and swung down toward Xiao Yang's neck.

This seems to be a somewhat dangerous moment.

Xiao Yang is about to receive the same treatment as Marie Antoinette.

It was at this moment that Xiao Yang grabbed the black scythe.

"Instant-death monsters in a mini-dungeon? Interesting!"

This small dungeon is quite something; the monsters it summons actually have a rule-based instant-death effect in their attacks.

If an ordinary guy were to be slashed like that by a scythe, even a legend could be wiped out.

Perhaps because of Xiao Yang's actions, scarecrows began to materialize in the darkness of the night.

The crackling sound was the sound of the scarecrows' two wooden sticks scraping against the grass. Pairs of eyes fell on Xiao Yang, filled with a strange sense of dread.

Regarding this scene.

"how to say?"

Xiao Yang wasn't very scared.

These monsters were "something to him, but not much."

He has instant-death resistance!
It killed the game.

"This is the sense of security that comes with the myth of the BOSS's health bar."

Against evil gods, the blessing brought by mythological characteristics may not be very effective.

However, the situation is different when facing someone of the same or lower rank.

"Resistance is the reason for being king."

He hasn't beaten any newbies in a long time.

"This is a haunted, terrifying farm."

"The nights need to be quiet; it's best to sleep peacefully in the red house." "The days are for activities and reaping rewards."

It should be like this.

"But today, it has been met with an even more vicious farmer."

A guy with severe insomnia doesn't want to go to sleep even in the quiet of the night.

Open the bow left and right.

It easily tore apart the monsters that emerged from the darkness.

In this violation of the rules, black mist unknowingly spread, and countless monsters emerged from it, seemingly endless.

It's not just that old scarecrow.

More, even more distorted things are also emerging at the same time.

Then he was easily knocked to the ground by the insomniac farmer.

Amidst that sinister, grotesque laughter.

………….

The Three Realms of Heaven and Earth.

A highly advanced technological civilization.

At this moment, a densely packed group of elite soldiers, all dressed in sophisticated exoskeleton armor and generally at a level of over fifteen, gathered in an old building.

"Duplicate".

This type of special regional phenomenon, whose formation is difficult to pinpoint, can bring extremely rich rewards, but it also contains inherent risks.

There is a risk of copying getting out of control.

The longer a copy remains unvisited, the higher the risk.

It's like an unharvested beehive, where the sweet honey accumulates excessively and eventually overflows from the hive.

The same applies to dungeons. When too much energy is accumulated, the monsters and special area rules within the dungeon will continuously overflow.

Such spillage is deadly.

Because you might encounter this combination.

[Level 10 Limited]

Under this rule of dungeon dungeons, the level of the dungeon monsters has reached level twenty or even higher.

That's how it got to this point.

Clearly, a question needs to be considered.

"how to spell?"

This situation will occur in dungeons across the heavens where the rules are improved and made more secure.

"A crude imitator, a dangerous prison, a death-shaping enthusiast with a perverse sense of humor."

The prisons of all heavens and earth have even greater problems in this regard.

According to rough statistics, the probability of a dungeon going out of control is more than 50% of the time in a instance.

Xiao Yang had recently dealt with a large, out-of-control dungeon, the Monster Kingdom.

This small dungeon, Harvest Land, is now on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Contaminated by some unknown substance, what was once a peaceful and relaxing farm began to spawn terrifying monsters with instant-death abilities. At the same time, the guide program went out of control and began frantically and uncontrollably pulling unlucky people from the anchored world into the farm for a lighthearted and enjoyable farming game.

Things weren't supposed to be this bad.

But the trouble is that death keeps happening on this small farm that's on the verge of spiraling out of control.

At this critical moment, the land of decay begins to struggle once more, and the evil gods imprisoned there, along with some even more dangerous beings, begin to rise to the surface.

Massive deaths throughout the heavens, souls exposed, intense fear and turbulent thoughts—all these bring additional dangers.

As luck would have it, this small, murderous dungeon perfectly met the requirements.

By the time the dominant forces in this world realized what was happening.

What started as a minor problem has become an incomparably serious one.

"Can you accept the fact that the world you manage is experiencing a continuous disappearance of hundreds of thousands of people every day?"

And this number will continue to rise.

An indescribable panic led to a decisive plea for help.

Today, aid has arrived; starships from beyond the world barrier, carrying paratroopers, have descended from the sky.

"But things don't seem to be going very well."

(End of this chapter)