Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

'One-third damaged?! We'd be lucky if only one-third of the entire level was left!'

The entire level began to vibrate violently.

The surrounding environment immediately underwent a dramatic change. At the same time, outside the Level 52 school, a special high-rise building with smiley face symbols rose from the ground.

The two levels are merging, and a new level 52 is being born.

Chapter 150 New Area Amusement Park

'The indoor playground has been converted to a semi-indoor, semi-outdoor space… But to be fair, even a weakened camel is bigger than a horse; the area of ​​this play area is much larger than the school's main hall.'

'There are also pranksters who'll turn this place into a haunted house area…'

Building an amusement park next to a school is a good idea.

After a busy half hour, Yang Bo finally managed to completely merge the two levels into one.

There is absolutely no need for any entrances or exits.

The old pleasure floor has now become a full-fledged area of ​​level 52, which has also broadened the permissions of level 52, no longer limited to the school's buildings and rules.

Opening my eyes, I saw that the once dilapidated party room had been completely transformed.

"As expected, a level needs to be merged into other levels to be restored..."

Playful Guest touched the brand-new solid wood tabletop: "Although the pleasure layer is gone, at least it left some traces; it hasn't completely disappeared. By the way, what you promised me..."

"It's all better now."

With a single thought, the surrounding environment instantly changes.

The corridor of a very ordinary modern apartment building is bright, clean, and simple, but for some reason, at first glance, it always feels like something is out of place, but upon closer inspection, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Where is this place?"

"Your new home can also be your playground."

Yang Bo put his arm around the shoulder of the playful guest, looking at him with an expression that seemed to say, "Do you think I'm trying to fool you?"

"Your previous tricks could barely be considered pranks, but relying solely on gore, jump attacks, and terrifying monster appearances is pointless. Anyone can become immune to them after seeing them too often."

"Then what is it...?"

"That's the key point!"

Yang Bo snapped his fingers, and the lights in the corridor dimmed slightly, but the environment was still visible. However, the awkward feeling became even stronger.

"The most terrifying places are those empty houses with strange noises, lurking in the shadows, fleeting shadows, and familiar things turning into strange things... These are the kinds of things that make you think for yourself."

"It's like some people are afraid of ghosts, some are afraid of spiders, and some are afraid of snakes. Everyone's fears are different. If you just pull out a skeleton, you won't achieve the desired effect. So you have to let them think about it themselves. That way, even if they're perfectly unharmed and safely back home in bed, they'll still be wondering what that thing was. That's what you call subtlety, leaving room for interpretation, and creating a sense of unease upon closer examination..."

The playful guest nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Those faceless parties you organized before were really interesting!"

This is Yang Bo's honest opinion, and it's much better than those skeletons, half-corpses, heads, and the like.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. If someone comes to your place and suddenly one person is missing, that's not scary. What's scary is if seven people come in, but eight come out... Nobody can remember who sneaked in, and everyone's hearts are filled with suspicion and wariness, understand?"

After pondering Yang Bo's words for a moment, Wannaoke excitedly said:

"I think I understand what you mean. By the way, are you interested in becoming a prankster? I feel like you're a born scare genius!"

Yang Bo repeatedly waved his hand, declining the playful guest's offer:

"No, no, no, you can't joke like that. I'll give you access to this area. You can figure it out yourself. I'm going back now. By the way, don't go to other areas. It'll have a bad influence."

Yang Bo granted the rights to this haunted house area to Wannaoke. Although the area is only one-twentieth of the old pleasure floor, it is still much better than guarding the old pleasure floor, which is constantly being swallowed by the void and has not a single human hair.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Bo's figure disappeared into the haunted house area.

"Boss, you're back. What's this building?"

As the head of the security department, Wright was extremely sensitive to and attentive to changes in hierarchy. The moment he appeared, Wright eagerly stepped forward.

"Boss, what is this building?"

Seeing Wright and Megan, dressed in a black office lady short skirt and stockings, standing beside him, Yang Bo had a sudden inspiration and immediately looked at Wright with a serious expression.

"That's the Trial Building. It's a special building that I spent a lot of resources to build. Any wanderer who enters the building will surely be able to forge an iron will."

Upon hearing this, Wright was immediately hooked, his eyes gleaming as he leaned forward with a fawning expression and asked:

"Boss, do you think I can go?"

The 1.96-meter-tall, muscular Wright, making this fawning gesture, is no less impressive than an internet "muscle Barbie" throwing you a flirtatious glance.

"You? Sure, you can manage. There won't be any life-threatening danger inside, but... how should I put it, it's a... very delicate place. You have to be careful."

"Boss, don't worry, I can handle any ordinary homeless person."

"Okay, just walk along the road to the bottom of the building and you'll see the entrance. Then just go inside."

Wright nodded repeatedly, turned and ran to Megan, the Faceless Spirit, to give her instructions, then sprinted towards the building outside the campus.

Bai then walked over and watched Wright's departing figure: "Boss, was that really the Trial Building?"

"This so-called Trial Building is a haunted house. There's a mutant party animal inside, um... a prankster, who likes to play pranks on people. But it's still a great place to practice your courage and reflexes. You can go if you want."

I only have Anna as my maid and shopkeeper, and you, you've already got Faceless Spirits playing 'Cospree'.

"Let Wright try it first, then I'll say... Boss, the sandpit for long jump on our playground seems to be one of the entrances/exits..."

"I know, but I don't know what's on the other side of the sandpit. I'll go take a look when I have time. By the way, have any homeless people come here?"

"No, but MEG sent someone over today to meet with you."

"MEG? What made them think of me? Did they leave their contact information?"

"No, but they said they've set up an office on level 11 outside the school, and that you can come out and let them know when you have time."

"Ah!"

Yang Bo chuckled softly and looked up in the direction of the teaching building. Stepping out of the building led to Level 11, the Boundless City.

“An office? Just an outpost to monitor us. However, my ideology doesn’t conflict with MEG’s. I’ll talk to them when I have time.”

It seems that the guy who left last time has already reported his situation back.

No wonder no homeless people come here; they must have been stopped by MEG people before they could even get in.

However, that's not important. His main task now is to talk to those spoils of the fun and see if he can get them to stay at the school as faculty and staff.

Since we're going to use them anyway, we might as well use these decent and selfless spoilsporters.

How do you say that?

As long as you cut down your party members, then we're best buddies!

This statement applies perfectly to a spoilsport.

Chapter 151, Level 46: The Arabian Desert

What are your plans next?

In the corridor outside the school's "boredom room," Yang Bo and Wilson stood by the window, gazing at the school's scenery.

"revenge…"

"Revenge? There are only 14 of you now, how can you possibly get revenge on their party?"

"Let's leave those aside for now. Even if you can kill the Party Master, the fewer Party Masters there are, the stronger they will become. When only one is left, you'll probably be forcibly mentally controlled as soon as you reach the next level."

He is not afraid of mental attacks, making his mental abilities seem weak. In reality, powerful mental attacks are the most insidious. Even Gojo Satoru, who has no bottom line, would be defeated by such unreasonable attacks.

What else can we do?

"Build high walls, store up plenty of grain, and delay declaring yourself king..."

"What do you mean?"

Yang Bo stared at Wilson with the look of someone looking at an illiterate person, offering a rather feeble explanation of a principle that anyone who wasn't completely clueless could understand:

"Building high walls is to improve your defense capabilities, for example, by relying on me! I can provide you with a safe living environment so that you won't suffer casualties at the drop of a hat."

"Storing up grain increases your chances of winning. Improving your combat readiness, logistics, and even population are all necessary factors for victory."

"As for delaying the declaration of kingship... that means not rushing to take revenge, but waiting until you are confident before making your move."

He patted Wilson on the shoulder: "Don't let hatred blind you. Enduring hardship and biding your time is also a sign of a true man!"

As Wilson learned new knowledge, his confused mind gradually became clearer.

“I think I understand something now. I was only thinking about revenge before, but the number of partygoers I killed didn’t even account for their daily growth… Even if we all worked together, it would be a drop in the ocean compared to the ever-growing number of partygoers.”

"Good that you understand. I'm giving you the position and authority of the Dean of Students. First, get your partner settled in at school. We'll discuss the rest later."

Yang Bo forced a smile and then said, "I need to go check on the sandpit on the playground. I heard there's an exit there..."

After saying that, he disappeared from the spot.

Wilson looked out the window at the figure that had disappeared beside him and then reappeared on the playground, and murmured softly:

"Disappointment spoilers...we must change!"

The blue, frustrated expression on his face seemed to flicker for a moment, but Wilson turned away indifferently and went back to the 'boredom room' that Yang Bo had specially prepared for them.

Looking at his companions huddled in the corner, he walked up to two tables and said in a deep voice:

"We must make changes! Either we accept the new future—or we die tomorrow morning!"

Those disappointed people who had been squatting in the corner stood up and looked at Wilson, who was standing behind the podium.

"A reckless death leads to destruction, while a patient rebirth is the true inheritance!"

"We need a professional army, robust logistics, and powerful weaponry..."

As he spoke, the frustrated expression on his face gradually calmed down, but a faint red glow emanated from his hollow eye sockets.

The jerks in the audience, seeing Wilson's change, did not show any resistance.

"So what should we do next?"

"We need new forces to find and rescue lone survivors!"