Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

"Actually, there are other exits, but this one is the most recent."

Upon hearing that they were going into the sea, both Kisuke Urahara and Satoru Gojo frowned slightly.

Water pressure and breathing are not problems for them, but their abilities are greatly affected underwater.

"Don't worry, this level only has two entities, Little and the seventh level. With your strength, even if you stand still and let it attack, you might not be able to break through its defenses. Got it."

After saying that, Yang Bo changed his boots back on and plunged into the water.

"Hey, let's go down and take a look. This place is quite interesting."

"really."

Thump—thump—

After descending dozens of meters, countless pipes and stone pillars extending from the deep sea came into view.

'Wow, no wonder it's called thalassophobia.'

The scene before my eyes was truly breathtaking.

The thinnest of those rusty pipes is at least two meters long, and the thickest ones are at least ten meters long. These pipes are intricate and spread out like seaweed.

The dark pipe opening seemed to have a sinister, almost consuming quality.

Upon entering this forest of pipes, numerous skeletons floated in the water.

'These are all the remains of homeless people? No wonder the description said this was a small hideout…'

He reached out and pushed aside the skull blocking his way.

"found it!"

Yang Bo quickened his pace toward the stone platform surrounded by a jungle of pipes, on which stood a very conspicuous floor door.

Gojo Satoru and Urahara Kisuke exchanged a glance.

'How does this guy manage to talk in the sea?'

Immediately afterwards, Kisuke Urahara suddenly accelerated and grabbed Yang Bo's arm:

"Watch out! Something's coming!"

He didn't speak, but his voice rang directly in his mind. As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding seawater seemed to come alive, carrying the three of them away into the distance.

A dark shadow; it was an 'island' submerged in the sea.

"Seven Layers of Things - Little One"

"Health Points ??? / ???"

Level 7 is one of the two entities in Thalassemia. It has a black, snake-like body and is said to be about 1.1 meters long. Apart from a huge mouth that can only be seen when it is open, it has no other physical features.

Its large mouth takes up a third of its face, making it look somewhat like a combination of an anglerfish and a ribbonfish.

In reality, it's more like a monster born from humanity's fear of the deep sea.

Like Cthulhu in legends, but its physical form is a fish.

"run!!"

There is no description of Little Dot in MEG's public information, not because MEG is unaware of the existence of the Seven Layers.

Rather, as long as you know of its existence, you will be hunted down by it once you reach this level.

Yang Bo grabbed Urahara Kisuke and swam quickly toward the floor door, pulling it open forcefully. Below was an ordinary-looking underground storage room.

The seawater was isolated by an invisible barrier, showing no sign of flowing in.

He threw Urahara Kisuke directly in, then shouted at Gojo Satoru, who had seen the seven-story structure:

"Gojo Satoru!!"

Gojo Satoru's figure appeared beside him in an instant and jumped into the basement.

Yang Bo glanced at the gaping maw of the abyss that enveloped the pipes and concrete pillars, then immediately jumped into the basement and slammed the floor door shut.

"Phew—Grandma, we almost capsized in the gutter."

Gojo's expression was extremely solemn.

"What was that just now? I can sense that it completely surpasses a top-tier cursed spirit!"

"That was the other one of the two entities on the seventh floor. It was called the Seventh Floor Thing, and it also had another name, Little Dot."

Yang Bo forced a smile:

“I always thought this seven-story thing was just a huge special entity, but now it seems... this thing might be able to send the three of us away.”

The last time there was no health bar displayed was for the gentleman on the fifth floor.

Gojo Satoru nodded slightly: "I can sense that it is not a pure physical entity, but very similar to a cursed spirit."

Yang Bo nodded slightly and analyzed in a serious tone:

"If that's the case, then this thing is very likely a special entity born from humanity's fear and dread of the deep sea. If you're swallowed by it, it's like being swallowed by fear. And if humanity's fear doesn't disappear, then it will never kill you..."

Suddenly, Xiao Xiao came to his mind.

And a small image and introduction.

The ferocious nature and powerful physique of the small and seven-layered creatures have turned the rest of the ocean into a dead zone.

The small creatures are confined to the daytime and twilight zones, while the seven-layered creatures inhabit the midnight zone and the upper abyss.

Their descriptions both prove it.

Their 'strength' is relatively equal.

However, in reality, the power of the seventh level of the object far surpasses that of Xiao Xiao.

'Eliminate all impossibilities, and what remains, however improbable, must be the truth…'

Xiaoxiao is very likely a personification of the fear of marine life.

Skin like a diving suit, bone spears like harpoons, a face as hard as a diving mask, and the body of that kind of person…

No wonder it could contend with something that had seven layers.

These two restrain each other.

Chapter 166 Running Back to Level 9 Suburbs

A small light bulb hangs from the low ceiling, emitting an orange-yellow glow that illuminates the already small basement.

Yang Bo walked to the corner, picked up a wooden crate of supplies, and threw it into his backpack without opening it.

Like the Lucky Cube, this supply box only occupies one slot if it is not opened.

“A peculiar mental fluctuation is attacking me.”

Kisuke Urahara suddenly spoke, staring at the ceiling above him. His senses had been severely suppressed since he entered the back room.

"There is a sad corpse up there. Its physical strength is slightly better than that of an ordinary person. Its only special feature is that it can make people feel sad, thus trapping them in the sad corpse cycle."

Yang Bo picked through the valuable items in the basement and packed them into his backpack. He was now somewhat wealthy and had long since stopped his opportunistic exploitation of the land.

Of course, if given a sophisticated backpack and more stacking options, it's not impossible to return to the old ways.

Gojo Satoru stared at the flip-up door on the ceiling: "I feel like we've already left that place..."

"That's right, that's hierarchy."

Yang Bo climbed the ladder and forcefully pushed open the flip-top door he had just closed. The azure sea and the terrifying giant mouth had disappeared.

Instead, there was a dimly lit storage room and whispers of anguish.

"Help me, I feel so bad."

Is anyone there?

Yang Bo glanced down at Gojo Satoru and Urahara Kisuke:

"Do you two want to take a look at the Corpse of Mourning? It's a classic physical form."

The image of the gruesome corpse was truly appetizing, with its skin being forcibly torn off during the transformation.

Red muscles were exposed to the air, and wriggling maggots crawled in and out of the holes in its body.

The head was simply a skull covered with a little flesh and blood, with no eyelids, lips, teeth, or gums exposed.

Gojo Satoru frowned after just one glance and asked:

"Was it once human?"

"Perhaps, ordinary vagrants will gradually become vagrants if they fall into the cycle of vagrants, but... not all vagrants are transformed from vagrants."

While explaining, he gathered spiritual energy at his fingertips.

hum-

A beam of white spiritual energy pierced through the corpse's head, and several colorful experience orbs flew out of its body.

"Actually, they are in great pain. Their bodies are like cages, and the souls of the wanderers are trapped inside. They can feel the pain in their bodies, but they can't control it. That's why their words and actions contradict each other."

While most of the sad corpses will only cry for help and express their pain when humans approach, some will say things like they have no choice but to leave quickly.

"A cage?"

Gojo Satoru's mind flashed through the minds of the high-ranking figures in the world of sorcery.

With his strength and a little caution, taking down those rotten old guys wouldn't be a problem at all.

However, if they were overthrown by violence, new leaders would still emerge, so he chose to stay at the school to cultivate a core group of free spirits.

Once the children grow up, the corrupt rule of the upper echelons of the sorcery world will naturally come to an end.

Unfortunately, this was only his inner thought. If Yang Bo knew what Gojo Satoru was thinking, he would definitely jump up and slap him, then question him:

What exactly do you consider revolution to be?

Revolution is not a dinner party, nor is it an essay; it cannot be conducted with gentleness, kindness, respect, frugality, and humility.

"I cannot sense its soul..."

"Perhaps the broken little world has no soul, but the world is full of wonders."