Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

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P.S.: Use it to write your own legend!

"No introduction? Does this mean I have to write my own introduction?"

This was the first time he had ever seen notes without hierarchical descriptions.

Put the pen back into the notebook.

Looking around again, his gaze suddenly fell on the streetlights by the roadside.

'It seems there were no streetlights just now…'

I walked to the roadside and reached out to touch the rusty street lamp. It wasn't an illusion; it was a real street lamp.

'Did I remember wrong?'

He scratched his head in confusion, then walked forward along the sidewalk.

Most of the shops along the street had their doors and windows covered with a thick layer of dust, and the shop windows were empty of any merchandise.

Even the roads were deserted, with no vehicles or people in sight, and the entire city was plunged into a deathly silence.

"Could it be a sub-level of level 11? Let me explore it first, make some notes later, and if it's valuable, I'll build a portal..."

He took a few more steps forward, then looked back at what was behind him. It was this glance that made him freeze on the spot.

A small van appeared beside the previously empty road.

This time, he was 100% certain that he had not misremembered and that there had been no vehicles on the road.

He activated his Observation Haki to its fullest extent.

In an instant, everything around him flashed through his mind, and he quickly realized the problem.

This city is constantly changing.

Streetlights appearing and disappearing, trash cans and benches along the street, shop billboards, and even high-rise buildings suddenly being replaced…

"This level..."

Everything around him was changing. He seemed to be standing still, but in reality, his location was completely different from the place he was a second ago.

He didn't move, he just changed the map.

"Sigh, this level is useless."

Let alone a residence, even if someone lives here alone, their 'home' will disappear the moment they step out the door.

Fly high into the sky.

Looking down at the city below from his vantage point, his view was broader, and the city's changes appeared more frequent.

Soon, in the middle of the city.

A park with a lake caught his attention.

Everything around was changing, except for the lake, which remained unchanged.

'Could this be an anchor point for the hierarchy?'

The lake water was a murky grayish-blue color, making it difficult to see what was underwater; only a gentle breeze could be seen, leaving ripples on the surface.

As Yang Bo fell from the sky, the Frostwalker immediately took effect, freezing the lake surface instantly.

"Aside from remaining unchanged, there doesn't seem to be anything special about this place..."

Aside from allowing homeless people to roughly locate themselves in this ever-changing city, this place serves no other purpose.

In his perception, there were no physical entities or living beings at the bottom of the lake, and no exit.

Just as he was about to leave, the temperature in the air began to drop sharply, and some mist gradually appeared around him.

"???"

Beyond the fog, it was no longer a city, but a desolate field.

Chapter 349 Red Star Construction Team

As I stepped onto the shore from the lake, a cold, icy wind blew in my face.

The wind seemed to have a spirit, constantly creeping up his collar and into his arms.

As the mist gradually dissipated, the lake behind them began to appear ethereal.

After the fog completely dissipated, the lake water from which they had come also disappeared.

"It looks like we've reached a new level."

The sky was grayish-yellow, and the air was dry and biting.

Large tracts of farmland are divided into plots by earthen ridges and cracked dirt roads. The soil is dry, hardened, and yellowish-brown frozen earth.

Yang Bo stood in the field, gazing at the village that was faintly visible in the distance, and a feeling of homesickness welled up from the depths of his heart.

"It feels so much like my hometown..."

When I was a child, my grandparents' home was about 80% similar to this place... or rather, this is basically how rural areas in northern China are.

Flat farmland.

The only difference is that in the north, except for the few days when the crops are harvested, the fields are always planted with things.

It won't be left to decay like this level.

I squatted down and picked up the remaining corn stalks from the ground.

"The surrounding temperature is definitely below zero. One season a year? Could it be the Northeast? But that shouldn't be the case. The land in the Northeast isn't this barren."

This compacted loess soil is truly barren; without chemical fertilizers, it will reduce yields to the point of despair.

He stood up and looked toward the village.

"Let's go check if anyone's there."

He had a guess about this level, but he wasn't sure yet.

It flew quickly toward the village, with dilapidated wooden sheds, rusted and scrapped tractors, plows and other farm implements scattered along the way.

Occasionally, at the intersection of dirt roads, you can still see those old-fashioned wells where you need to use buckets to draw water, which looks quite out of place.

Especially in the era when tractors were common.

Before long, a continuous stretch of houses came into clear view.

"How many people can live in this village?!"

In mid-air, it stretched as far as the eye could see without end.

This is absolutely terrifying.

boom--

A muffled gunshot rang out in the distance, and Yang Bo's figure vanished into thin air in an instant.

"Damn it, those hounds!! I almost got bitten."

Several figures dressed in tattered cotton-padded clothes and wearing cotton-padded hats were in the courtyard of a house.

They were all holding an old-fashioned hunting rifle.

"Third brother, stop talking nonsense. Who knows what kind of monsters will be attracted by this gunshot? Quickly search the house for anything you need."

Hearing the familiar language and seeing that familiar skin color.

Yang Bo fell directly from the sky.

'Looks like... this really is the C-level group.'

The so-called C-layer group is actually the independent original content layer group of the Chinese Wikipedia.

It is a parallel world to the W and F versions of the back room, and also has a few connections.

However, their settings, entities, and hierarchies are completely different.

boom--

As soon as they landed, the people in the courtyard reacted very quickly, with two of them immediately pulling the trigger.

Dense iron pellets flew out of the gun muzzle.

Unfortunately, the iron filings merely pierced through Yang Bo's body without causing him any harm.

"Don't be nervous, I mean no harm."

The group of five still carried hunting rifles, but their eyes were filled with caution and shock.

A young man suddenly appeared in the yard, wearing only a T-shirt in temperatures of minus 10 degrees Celsius. No one would believe that he was an ordinary person.

"I just want to know which level this is? Is it level C?"

A burly man in his thirties pursed his lips and slowly said, "Level C-8, Out-of-Town level. We are the patrol team of the Sixth Detachment of the Red Star Construction Team. May I ask who you are?"

"Yang Bo, from the back chamber master level, came here by accident. He was a little confused at first, but after seeing this Chinese-style village, he wondered if he had run into the C-level group."

Yang Bo chuckled twice, then waved his hand, signaling everyone to put down their guns.

"Guns are useless against me, so don't hold them up."

The Red Star Construction Team is the largest human organization in the C-level, with tens of thousands of official members.

Their philosophy is to establish permanent, habitable communities, build safe havens, and shelter the homeless in desolate areas.

A large number of houses, roads, and fortifications were built.

In Yang Bo's view, they were like the pioneering army of the 1960s and 70s.

It would be best to leave the back room; if that's not possible, then turn the back room into a second home.

The reality just now proved that what he said was true. The five men looked at each other and finally put down their hunting rifles.

"Mr. Yang, my name is Ma Long. You said you came from the main level. So, do you plan to stay here, or are you looking for a way back?"

“I have a way to get back, but since we’re already here, let’s take a look around first. Don’t call me ‘sir’ anymore, just call me by my name.”

Yang Bo turned his gaze to the wooden courtyard gate: