There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 558, "The Real Adventure!"

The emergence of a large number of exceptional feedback providers.

This naturally makes the existence of real dungeons attract more attention.

Having obtained an extraordinary seed, one naturally wants to go even further.

What should we do in this situation?

"Is it to go to the wilderness outside the city and fight the first batch of monsters?"

No, that's not practical.

The great savior has already provided a smoother path.

"The Real Dungeon".

The kind-hearted goddess also imposed such restrictions on the real dungeon.

After too many deaths, you shouldn't even think about entering again.

Such treatment naturally made the veteran players very dissatisfied.

There's a sense of bewilderment, like a hardcore game you're playing turning into a BabyBus game.

"Then all the suffering I endured was for nothing?"

It's important to know that this happened in the early stages of the game.

The packs of wild dogs in the wilderness are an experience that almost every player has to go through.

Unlike now, with the Salvation Army constantly expanding, most players are born in cities, or at worst, in wheat fields.

Encountering a lone slime at the start of the game is considered a rare and disastrous beginning.

The thrilling, exhilarating race across the wilderness was completely gone.

However, those bitter words quickly disappeared.

You reap what you sow.

The more brutal the start, the more extraordinary the rewards that come in return.

After this period of training...

As long as you can survive, even a useless person can become a prodigy.

Back to the wasteland.

The massive dungeon that Xiao Yang painstakingly built has only been open for a few days, yet its reputation has already plummeted.

On the forums of Tide Games, there are countless complaints and grievances from players.

Such accusations are not limited to the difficulties faced by the world.

The problem lies more with Xiao Yang, the unscrupulous game designer, who added a small restriction to allow these young players to better experience the fun of the game.

First, the first point.

"Restricted from bringing in."

Aside from what the Wasteland itself produces, no equipment or materials from Liaozhai can be brought in.

There are no restrictions on profession or skills.

However, most of the strength of low-level superhumans comes from their equipment.

The intensity of the wasteland is by no means low.

Even if this causes some controversy, it won't lead to a mass condemnation.

More importantly.

This restriction applies equally to items that are not equipment.

Food, water, and even the clothes you are wearing are among the things that are prohibited from being brought in.

Every player who enters the wasteland.

They would all be stripped down to just their bare shorts and thrown into that chaotic wasteland.

Enjoy the scorching heat of the daytime, generally above 38 degrees Celsius, and the near-zero cold of the night.

[Anyone in Harbour City? I'm willing to pay for a down jacket for a child – I'd give a million dollars offline!]

[Damn it, where did these zombies learn their mechanics from? How can they run so fast!]

The zombies in the city are manageable, but be extremely careful of the thugs outside! Make sure you don't get spotted!

Is it really that powerful? I don't believe it. Let my Yellow Turban Grandmaster taste it and see for himself!

[I've tried it. Can anyone tell me what that five or six-meter-tall iron giant was? Where did it come from?]

[Damn it, those guys, they've got me, they're going to rape me! Help me! Help me!]

Friend, I know this is hard to accept, but I want to tell you that you'll get used to it eventually. Although we've lost a lot, at least we've had a chance to survive.

In a short time, heroes from all walks of life perished in this wasteland.

………….

I strode across the wilderness.

Xiao Yang has already left the area of ​​influence of the City of Hope.

It felt like I was back in the early days when I first entered the Land of Decay.

The desolate land was teeming with monsters. Xiao Yang hadn't seen these chaotic monsters in a long time.

This was basically the case along the way.

"Kobold!"

"kill!"

"Fishman!"
"kill!"

"Aberrant zombies!"

"kill!"

Sometimes, killing one monster can instantly arouse the hatred of monsters in a large area.

Suddenly, swarms of monsters rushed toward Xiao Yang.

I wonder if it's because Xiao Yang has been too swaggering along the way.

Or perhaps he was just too good at concealing his aura.

"Conceal your presence? And then swagger around?"

These two words seem to be able to be combined without much choice.

But that's actually how it is.

"Concealing our presence is to prevent the monsters in the wilderness from being too frightened."

The purpose of this swaggering was to embolden the monsters to launch their attack.

However, Xiao Yang's attack methods were unpredictable and lacked any discernible depth.

Even a skilled opponent would only manage a single axe blow if they came over.

Even the weak ones get a blow from the axe.

He could kill a high-ranking evil god's follower with a single axe stroke, and he could also kill a wailing fishman who crawled out of a stinking ditch with the same axe stroke.

The latter even takes a little longer than the former.

Fishmen usually appear in large groups, so Xiao Yang inevitably has to swing his axe a few more times.

Along the way, a bloody road was almost carved out.

The battle barely stopped for a moment.

Various monsters, some powerful, some common, lay on the ground in the same manner.

Most people would have been unable to withstand such an intense battle.

This is also why the Salvation Army, whose members are almost all extraordinary, whose high-end combat power is not bad, and whose core members are often demigods, has slowed down its outward expansion after taking over the territories of those extinct evil gods.

Every time they advanced, they had to build strong fortresses and walls.

And Xiao Yang.

He was even quite familiar with and nostalgic for this kind of fighting rhythm.

End a battle.

Standing on the pile of monster corpses.

Xiao Gu diligently picked up all sorts of ordinary, high-quality small pieces of trash that were no longer needed.

Xiao Yang pulled off his blood-stained mask.

Completely relaxed, I looked up at the sky with a touch of nostalgia.

"A true adventure!"

He seems to have made a mistake.

He must have made a mistake.

Is this how ordinary adventurers are?

Is this what the typical adventurer's experience is like?
With a relaxed expression, Xiao Yang rubbed the little guy's head and took the pile of small trash that the little guy handed him.

He opened his mouth full of fighting spirit.

"forward!"

"Kill these guys, then we'll set up camp!"

It was during this pause and lull that...

Before they knew it, another dense horde of wilderness monsters had gathered.

Pairs of eyes were fixed on Xiao Yang.

However, it was clear that Xiao Yang was not afraid of this.

This was just a tiny, insignificant detail in his reflection on his twisted and adventurous journey.

He's long since stopped being a true adventurer.

My mind was completely filled with all sorts of killings.

Robert was completely mistaken in entrusting him with his adventure notes.

(End of this chapter)