Minecraft: I'm Really Not a Monster

A series of knocking sounds rang out from the silent corridor. Yang Bo held the freshly made stone pickaxe and began hitting the sturdy anti-theft door.

Cracks like graffiti appeared on the anti-theft door.

"This anti-theft door is really hard..."

After hitting it more than ten times consecutively, the cracks finally covered the entire anti-theft door. With a bang, the sturdy anti-theft door turned into palm-sized pieces, fell to the ground, and were then absorbed into the backpack.

[Sturdy Anti-theft Door]

Besides that, there was no other description.

Yang Bo walked into the room and did not take the anti-theft door out to install it again.

The room was not luxurious, in fact, it could be said to be somewhat minimalist. There wasn't much furniture in the living room: a sofa, a coffee table, a TV, and an air conditioner. Besides these, there was nothing else.

His nostrils twitched slightly, and he smelled the much stronger stench of decay in the air. Yang Bo frowned slightly; he had already guessed the source of the smell.

"It should be the food left in the kitchen that has gone bad..."

Yang Bo walked straight to the kitchen. The reason he came here was to search for food. As for other things, they were not very important to him at the moment.

Carefully opening the kitchen door, just as he expected, it was filled with various unpleasant smells. However, what surprised him was that there were no flies in the kitchen.

Looking at the completely rotten vegetables on the specific cabinet, Yang Bo sighed.

"I don't know how long this place has been uninhabited. These vegetables are all rotten."

Looking at the potatoes that had already grown green sprouts, Yang Bo once again marveled at the vitality of this thing, and then turned his gaze to the refrigerator in the kitchen.

Opening the refrigerator, a foul stench rushed out. The food inside was also badly decayed. Because it was in such a confined space, the rotten juices flowed down the refrigerator.

Yang Bo was already mentally prepared for this. His gaze quickly scanned around, finally focusing on the drinks and beer inside the refrigerator.

[Beer]

[Restores 2 Hunger Points]

[Have Not Eaten This Food Yet]

...

[Cola]

[Restores 2 Hunger Points]

[Have Not Eaten This Food Yet]

Yang Bo put all the cola and beer inside into his backpack and said with a chuckle, "Putting cola and beer in the refrigerator, it looks like a young person lived here too."

Closing the foul-smelling refrigerator door, Yang Bo searched carefully in the kitchen and finally found a bag of unopened rice.

And a barrel of cooking oil that was half full.

Although this thing was not marked as directly edible by my world, he could definitely take it back and cook for himself.

Finally, he took all the knives in the kitchen and a set of clean spatulas.

However, what disappointed him was that this room used only natural gas pipes; there were no gas canisters at all. Otherwise, he could have cooked directly.

And he could also make some small toys.

After spending some time, Yang Bo collected some items he felt could be used and turned to leave the room.

Following the same method, Yang Bo, carrying his stone pickaxe, visited all the residents on this floor one by one and obtained a lot of miscellaneous food.

For example, some food that could be stored, such as [Potato Chips], [Canned Fruit], [Canned Fish], [Mineral Water], [Ham], etc.

He also discovered during his exploration that this mutation occurred three months ago. Before that, this world was also a normal world, and there were no such chaotic monsters at all.

He raised his wrist and looked at the watch he found in a bedroom.

"Is it five o'clock?"

Unconsciously, he had been busy all night. Now, except for the five slots left in his backpack, the other slots were filled with all sorts of miscellaneous things.

Even after several hours of activity, he didn't feel any fatigue. Both his mind and body were still in peak condition.

He had roughly understood his body; it should have become an existence similar to Steve, the protagonist controlled by players in my world.

In the game, Steve has no stamina limit at all. Even if he never sleeps and keeps working, it won't have any effect; at most, some Phantoms will spawn.

This situation only occurs in high versions of my world. Just like how he had been active in versions 1.7.10 and 1.12.0 for years, he had never seen what a Phantom looked like.

Walking to the window and looking outside, the originally constantly rolling dark clouds dispersed without even dropping a single raindrop.

A hint of dawn had appeared in the distant sky. It looked like the sun would peek out in at most ten more minutes.

An idea of building a safe base arose in Yang Bo's mind, but after some consideration, he temporarily dismissed this idea.

"It's better to find a way to collect some oak wood first. Otherwise, I can't even make a Box. Without a place to put things, it can't be considered a base at all..."

Looking at the still deserted street below, Yang Bo took out a bottle of [Cola] from his backpack, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.

"Comfortable. It would be even better if it was iced."

He didn't know if it was because of my world, but when it came to things he ate, there were only two states: eaten or not eaten.

Just like the [Cola] in his hand, even if he only took a sip, the remaining cola would disappear.

However, the saturation restored by the [Cola] would still increase normally.

He threw the empty bottle in his hand into the trash can, took out a stone axe and a kitchen knife from his backpack, and walked towards the emergency exit.

The stairwell was still unusually quiet, without any sound.

Walking downstairs, his body was fully prepared. As long as he encountered a monster, he would definitely slash at it directly.

"Seventh floor..."

There was a sign with the floor number hanging in the stairwell. Yang Bo just glanced at it and continued going down.

Just as Yang Bo was about to speed up, a series of dense footsteps came from below.

Gripping the stone axe in his hand, he looked down the stairwell. Then his pupils instantly widened: "So many??"

More than ten white monsters were rushing upstairs with cheerful steps. Yang Bo felt a chill down his spine and immediately turned around and ran upstairs without a word.

If he were surrounded by this group of monsters in this narrow stairwell, even if he could kill a few in retaliation, he would eventually be beaten to death by this group of monsters.

Yang Bo was very fast and had no stamina limit. He quickly climbed to the top floor and saw the security door leading to the rooftop.

He put away the stone axe in his hand, took out all the Wood Planks, and quickly built on the rooftop. After jumping up, he built new Wood Planks under his feet while hopping.

By the time the first monster rushed out of the security door, he was already standing on a pillar made of one-meter-square Wood Planks.

The ten-meter-high pillar had now completely become a natural chasm between the monsters and him.

Looking at the monsters on the rooftop preparing to stack themselves up, a smile appeared on Yang Bo's face. He narrowed his eyes and said softly:

"Sweating buckets, aren't you? Little plant people."

A kitchen knife appeared in Yang Bo's hand, gleaming golden under the morning sun.