Learn one small skill every day

But he had never seen this skill before.

I was terrified by the ways people played on the riverbank.

"Skill Description"

[Eyeball Prolapse LV1: You can temporarily let your eyeball slip out of its socket and push it back in for a short time. Your eyeball will not be damaged during the process; you will only feel a little dryness.]

This... it actually seems quite fitting for this kind of godforsaken place...

After drawing all the skills, Bai Miao focused his attention on his current situation.

First and foremost, you need to confirm the time – whether it is daytime or nighttime.

"What time is it now..."

[Blind Guessing Time LV1: You can guess the approximate time of day with an error of no more than 30 minutes]

Bai Miao believes that the initial difficulty of this instance must be the fixed time. Without a fixed time, many prompts cannot be executed, let alone finding a way to leave Abyss Street.

As the skill was activated, a number popped into Bai Miao's mind. This skill, which was basically useless in the original world, became the most crucial skill in Abyss Street.

8:20 a.m.

Fortunately, even considering the margin of error, it was still daytime.

Based on the information provided before entering the instance, now is a relatively safe time.

I should be in the Plague Doctor's clinic...

Sitting on the bed, Bai Miao tried to open his prop backpack to see if he could put the bed he was sitting on inside.

However, apart from seeing the broken Zero Lock in the item inventory, there was no other reaction.

It seems that the items are not so easy to obtain.

"Check the props."

Bai Miao focused his consciousness on the Zero Hour Lock. This thing must have been brought out from the dungeon, so logically, the system inside the dungeon should have provided an explanation.

The Lock of Zero Hour

[Source: Flying Towards the Sun]

[Description: The pinnacle of Time & Lock Company's technology, possessing the magical ability to control time, but currently damaged due to overuse.]

Status: Damaged (2%); Repair method unknown

[Rating: Aleph]

Aleph level, and it's also time-dependent.

Bai Miao gasped. So, the Abyss Howl he got after clearing the Abyss Street dungeon was on the same level as the Zero Hour Lock?

After closing his backpack, Bai Miao stood up, ready to officially explore the dungeon.

Pushing open the door, the view outside made his stomach churn. Bai Miao reflexively closed the door and sat back on the bed.

How could a complete newbie possibly clear this dungeon?!

Having experienced supernatural phenomena such as time travel and the system, Bai Miao already has a high level of psychological resilience.

But the moment he saw the view outside the door, the dizziness and discomfort struck his mind like a heavy hammer.

If someone who didn't know any of this came in, they would probably go crazy right from the start.

"Calm down... Having so many skills of my own is always better than being an ordinary person with nothing..."

"After clearing the game, you'll have a voice in a world undergoing dramatic changes in the future..."

Bai Miao was very curious about the world upheaval mentioned in the letter, and even had a vague sense of anticipation.

Having no relatives, all I've done for the past three years since I transmigrated is study, and I'm not even sure I'll find a good job in the future.

To be honest, Bai Miao had been waiting for the day when his skills would be put to good use, or rather, when he would draw an extremely useful skill.

I never expected to receive a letter from the future.

At the very least, cherish this one chance to change your destiny that you've earned in the future.

Bai Miao took a deep breath, forcing himself to get used to the smell of blood and mold in the air. Then, he went out of the room again to observe the environment inside the clinic.

The entire clinic was filled with an eerie red glow.

This halo is not due to the light source being red, but rather the red light reflected from the candlelight shining on the bloodstains on the floor and walls.

To the left is a fireplace made of black marble, with a painting hanging above it whose appearance is not clearly visible.

The carpet on the floor, which should have had a very ornate pattern, was now completely covered in blood, as was the wallpaper on the walls.

Besides some paintings, there were also the heads of creatures that Bai Miao couldn't name at all, but the painful expressions on these heads all told of the torment they had suffered in their lives.

To the right, or rather overhead, is a stairwell leading to the second floor; Bai Miao's room is in the narrow space under the stairs.

It was pitch black outside the window, except for a bright wall lamp hanging outside the door of the opposite room.

That looks like the so-called soul lamp.

In my fragmented memories, the second floor was where the plague doctor treated patients.

There was an operating table there, along with various medical instruments.

Hammers, mallets, saws, axes, and all sorts of other tools were available.

In addition to the second floor above ground, there is also a basement level, but the Plague Doctor never allows his assistants to visit that area.

"Phew... I really don't know how Hu Muyao passed the test. Doesn't a complete newbie have a mental breakdown in this kind of environment?"

Aside from the visually striking items, the rest of the clinic's furnishings have a distinctly Victorian style, with extravagant vases and furniture suggesting that the plague doctor was quite well-paid and knew how to enjoy life.

While continuing his investigation in the living room, Bai Miao's gaze fell upon a gleaming white object on the coffee table.

"Hmm? It's a note?"

Bai Miao quickly picked it up to examine it.

Chapter Four: The Monster in the Basement

The note contained a script that Bai Miao had never seen before, but the instance clearly did not want to make things too difficult for the knockers who were participating in the instance.

Before entering the instance, Bai Miao obtained a small fragment of memory. The original owner of these memories was the unfortunate man who was sold to the Plague Doctor's clinic.

[Feeding...basement...second floor...money...death...]

Using these memories, Bai Miao recognized some words on the note.

Linguistics Level 2

Activating his Level 2 Linguistics ability, Bai Miao quickly deciphered the scattered words into a coherent sentence.

[They feed the creatures on the ground daily; the money for meat is kept in a cabinet on the second floor. If they are not fed for more than a day, death is the most merciful release.]

After reading the note, Bai Miao felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down his forehead.

I never expected there was a time bomb in the house!

The problem is, it's been almost a day since the Plague Doctor left home!

If we delay any longer, the big one will be coming!

Bai Miao didn't dare to delay for a moment and rushed upstairs to the second floor, where he found a bag of red stones in the cabinet.

The currency circulating in Abyss Street is an item called Bloodstone, which has extremely uneven spikes on its surface, making it easy to get pricked if you hold it in your hand.

Bloodstone

Source copy: Abyss Street

Description: The universal currency in Abyss Street, capable of absorbing blood to continuously grow.

How many people have been accidentally injured by Bloodstone, which grows stronger through continuous trading?

Quality: Excellent

Rating: No rating

The information indicates that this is an item that can be added to the item inventory.

After putting away the bloodstone, Bai Miao quickly ran downstairs. He paused for a moment on the doorknob before resolutely pushing open the door and stepping onto the street outside.

"It's so cold!"

The streets of Abyss Street are paved with an unknown type of black stone bricks. When you step on them, a chilling aura seems to seep through your shoes and reach all the way to the top of your head.

The Abyss Street was very dark, with visibility of less than five meters, but scattered yellow lights could be seen in the darkness, guiding the way forward.

Butcher shop...butcher shop...

[Pathfinding LV1]

With the help of his navigation skills, Bai Miao quickly found a shop that was doing business by opening its window.

The shop was dimly lit, and Bai Miao couldn't see the layout of the shop at all. He could only stand outside the window and ask quietly inside.

Do you sell meat?

While waiting, Bai Miao saw a mass of white flesh rushing towards the window from inside the room.

"Sell."

The lump of flesh spoke.

There were a total of thirty-five Bloodstones in the backpack. Bai Miao guessed that he needed to spend one Bloodstone a day to buy meat. The Plague Doctor had prepared a thirty-five-day supply before going out, which also corresponds to the information in the dungeon that the Plague Doctor would be out on call for at least thirty days.

Although Bloodstones are the currency of Abyss Street, Bai Miao has no intention of withholding any of them.

If the creature underground goes berserk because the amount of meat fed to it each day is insufficient, then it would be a rather unjust death.

"Buy this quantity."

Bai Miao took out a piece of bloodstone.

"This quality... comes from that doctor's family, right?"

The lump of flesh slowly wriggled, and a pair of small blue eyes peeked out from between the fleshy openings, their eyes filled with unrestrained greed: "I heard the doctor has been making house calls lately?"

Bai Miao suppressed his nausea and calmly replied, "I am temporarily looking after the house for my master. He specifically instructed me to take good care of everything in the house and his property."