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So in order to ensure that this world can be liberated, he had to smooth out all the timelines of this world and go back to the first day when the supervisor came. Of course, this does not refer to the real first day.

It's not that nothing can be done, but there is no need. Moreover, if we go back to the first day, the possibility of failure is still much higher than after several cycles of normal operation.

[In short, the world is about to restart, the director wishes you good luck]

After the system finished speaking, concepts, colors, lights, buildings, people and objects gradually appeared in the originally empty world. Everything slowly returned. This scene was so wonderful that no matter who was watching in the chat group, they probably couldn't help but stop and watch.

But the ghost didn't care. It calmly clicked on the teleportation function and left without looking back. The ghost did miss Green and the others a little, and what the system said to it, including a short paragraph, made it feel that it really couldn't stay any longer.

[Ghost, please do not use your own methods to interfere with the normal process.]

I still don't quite understand what it is. But the ghost probably realized later that it seemed to have caused some trouble. I will go to the person in charge and apologize after a while. After all, it was my own fault.

401 Why is Hell So Hot?

So hot.

The rolling heat wave hit him in the face, invading human territory without reservation, which gave Steve the illusion that almost all the moisture in his body was about to evaporate.

It's really hot.

For the first time, Steve felt how difficult it was to take a step, as if heavy chains were handcuffed to his body layer by layer, dragging him down and making it difficult for him to move forward.

I can’t take it anymore. I’m almost dying…

Steve was almost rolling his eyes from the heat. He felt like he was being stuffed into a plucked chicken in an oven. A sprinkle of cumin would have made the grease sizzle.

He couldn't walk anymore, but now he really wanted to just fall to the ground and have a good rest.

But if it falls down, won't it be grilled on the teppanyaki plate? Maybe it will cook faster, or even burn.

He looked at Cun Er with a haggard face. No, it should be Val, because the other party had unloaded the burden he once had, as well as that name. The other party now had a name of his own. The name he had always been familiar with in the past belonged to another person.

The villager who always had a resolute face now looked haggard, as if he had seen a ghost.

In addition, they all had bare arms and didn't even wear armor, which made them look like wronged souls walking side by side and staggering on the road.

But it fits the name of this place quite well, after all, this is hell.

Why not wear armor...and do tinfoil barbecue?

He looked at Val, who hadn't been in such a state even during the war, and couldn't help but complain. "Look at you, you finally retired, but instead of resting up, you insisted on following me to hell."

These words seemed to have drained away Steve's last bit of strength.

He couldn't walk anymore and just wanted to rest, so Steve subconsciously wanted to lean against the stone wall to rest for a while. However, as soon as his back touched the wall, it was burned and he screamed. He jumped twice on the spot quite energetically, and then fell down as if he was about to die.

Val quickly pulled the man up, keeping a considerable distance, and slowly pulled him up, adding at the end, "Do you think you can handle this?"

Steve rolled his eyes, but when he thought about how embarrassed and funny he looked just now, he could only stare at the other person with resentment.

Val simply ignored the other party's resentful look and continued.

"What? Are villagers not allowed to have a strong curiosity about this world?"

"I finally have the ability to think and act freely. If I don't take advantage of this opportunity to travel further while I can still move and get older, when I'm old, I'll hear other villagers excitedly talking about how wonderful the world was, and I'll no longer have the energy to participate."

"What a shame that would be."

Steve could do nothing seeing Val being so determined, he let out a long sigh.

He continued to move his legs forward absentmindedly.

Originally, he was very happy about his good friend's retirement. He felt that after experiencing so many ups and downs, fighting so many battles, and brushing shoulders with death countless times, he could finally have a good rest. This was such a good thing.

What happened? The other party didn't enjoy the good fortune, but insisted on running over and risking his life with him. What was he trying to achieve?

Is it for the pursuit of excitement?

They walked along the red rock path far away from the lava, walking side by side while maintaining a subtle distance.

As for why Val and Steve are here, it's quite simple. Steve was going to explore hell, but was stopped by Val, and then the two of them set out together.

As for why Steve wanted to explore Hell, one reason was to determine what kind of earth-shaking changes had occurred in Hell. After all, if the main world had become like that, then surely the changes in Hell would be quite significant.

Another reason is to establish a complete hell transportation system after confirming the safety of hell. You know, one grid inside hell is equivalent to ten grids outside. What a concept!

The previously unknown and dangerous territories no longer needed to be explored by advance teams, as the route was extremely difficult and could easily lead to loss of life. Nor did they need to proceed steadily, as this would only result in a lengthy delay before they had advanced more than a river.

As long as the hell traffic can be opened, the areas belonging to the villagers will spread, they can walk to a wider territory and see a wider world. Eventually, one day, in this world's limited territory, no corner can be ignored by their eyes, and no danger can continue to hide.

Isn’t this what all the villagers have been looking forward to?

Just as Steve himself expected.

So Steve built the Hell Gate and lit a fire. After coming down, it was no different from before, with lava, red stones, and quartz. If you had to say something, the lava river was so long that it was almost endless. The air here was unbearably hot. They had only been walking for less than half a day and it became like this.

The water still couldn't be put in, and it evaporated if it was put in. He wasted a bucket of water and got this result. He only brought one pickaxe, two sets of wood, and a sword. He didn't bring any axes or shovels. He brought a lot of food, but now the two of them were starving and no one could swallow a bite.

He had stuffed the armor and other messy things back into his backpack. After all, he still hadn't seen the pigmen that were supposed to be all over Hell, let alone the evil spirits.

Then why is he still wearing armor? Is he trying to suffocate himself?

Steve lowered his head, unwilling to see the road ahead too far, as if this could escape the fact that this route had no end.

"I should have brought some snowballs."

Even though things had fallen to this point, Steve was still very optimistic and even had time to tell jokes and laugh out loud.

After he said that, he wanted to lick his lips because it was too dry here. Fortunately, they didn't need to replenish water. This world was not real to this extent, otherwise they would not be able to walk here and would probably be dehydrated.

Steve continued, not caring whether Val responded or not. "That way, I can just lick the snowball like ice cream. It won't melt or evaporate... So why doesn't Sora have any food to cool him down? They have food to warm him up, but nothing to cool him down?"

Faced with the terrible environment, Steve couldn't help but sigh again. Val still didn't speak, which he felt a little strange.

He looked up to see who was there, but he only saw a magnificent fortress with vague signs of movement. So, like Val, he stood there stunned, unable to utter a word.

402 A brand new building never seen before

How could this happen? How could this be possible?

Steve couldn't stop muttering to himself.

Because the building in front of him was something he had never seen before.

He was very sure that this building was not a fortress. After all, he had seen that thing countless times. How could it be so majestic and magnificent?

The most important thing was that he saw the appearance of gold nuggets from the outside of the fortress. Yes, gold nuggets, shiny gold nuggets.

Steve was very sure that he was not mistaken. Those were gold nuggets. The people living here had extravagantly inlaid gold nuggets on the exterior of the castle as a kind of shiny decoration. They were particularly eye-catching under the reflection of the light from the magma.

"This shouldn't be possible... How could something like this appear in Hell?"

Even though Steve had prepared himself mentally before coming to hell, he still didn't expect this scene.

You should know that there are only four kinds of creatures in hell: evil spirits, zombie pigmen, magma monsters, and the most special blazes.

No matter which of these four creatures they are, they don't seem like the kind that can produce this kind of civilization.

After all, the intelligence of the monsters in the main world is just so-so, and the drowned corpses are all exceptions. This indirectly reflects that the IQ of monsters is definitely not that high. So, facing this sudden building, how could he not be surprised?

Compared to Steve, Val looked calm.

"This is normal," he said.

"No, no, no, this, how can this be normal?" Steve immediately retorted subconsciously. He couldn't put the scene in front of him into the category of normal.

"Why is it abnormal?" Val looked at Steve's stupid look and suddenly felt that it was a good thing that he didn't pass the position of Village Two to him. Otherwise, with the other party's brain that was sometimes smart and sometimes not, sooner or later he would lead all the villagers into the ditch.

Why was I so stubborn at that time thinking that Steve just needed more training, and that he would become smarter sooner or later as long as he trained enough? But the facts proved that this was not the case at all. The other party was still a reckless man. At most, he had changed from rushing forward regardless of the situation to rushing forward regardless of the situation.

The difference here is not nearly as great as the difference between two villagers.

Val couldn't help shaking his head, and then explained to the other person's confused look.

"Let me ask you, before we possessed wisdom, could you have imagined this scene? Could you have imagined that one day the villagers would also possess their own wisdom and heritage?"

Steve shook his head frantically. How could he have imagined this? If he could have imagined it, decorating a matchbox wouldn't have been so difficult.

"Have you ever imagined that one day monsters will possess intelligence, even be able to formulate strategies and coordinate with one another?"

Steve was stunned for a moment. He had thought about cooperating with each other, but it was just a thought. He never thought that such a day would become a reality, so Steve shook his head again.

"Then you probably haven't thought about those magnificent cities, or the day you'll fight alongside us, or the rise of a nation you've never seen before. We ourselves are a miracle, so what other miracles are there?"

Steve wanted to make some excuses, but looking at Val's firm assurance, he just replied with one sentence.

"Yes, you are right."

Just when the two of them made up their minds to go there and explore, no matter whether the result was good or bad, they couldn't just stand there and watch. Before they could take action, a front missile came straight at them, narrowly glancing past Steve's face and nailed to the stone wall beside him, deeply embedded in the stone.

Steve took a closer look and saw that the tail feathers were still shaking slightly, which symbolized how much force was used in the arrow that just flew towards them. There was no concept of mercy at all.

Steve didn't care about anything now. He dragged Val along and ran while opening his backpack in a panic and putting on the armor. The originally cold armor soon became equally hot under the burning flames, as if it was going to burn off a layer of his skin.

However, at such a critical moment, there is no time to worry about so many trivial things. Survival is the top priority.

He was screaming in pain from the burns, but he turned to a secluded place with such quick and agile movements.

After they shot the arrow, they immediately walked out of the castle, revealing their true appearance. They had a pig's head, but they looked completely different from the pigs in the main world. They had sharp and short fangs and were wearing complete clothes.

After a brief discussion, they immediately chased after him and stopped for a moment at the place where they had just spotted the strange figure, looking around.

But Steve was no longer there, so they discussed it among themselves and split into two groups. One team chased deeper and farther, as if they would not give up until the root of the problem was eradicated, while the other team stayed where they were to prevent the two strange figures from coming back.

The movements were quick and neat, not much different from those of the trained villagers.

What they don't know is that the target person they are looking for is only separated from them by a wall, or to be more precise, only by a few stones.

The situation at that time was that Steve casually glanced at the surrounding environment. Since hell was so empty and there were not many forks in the road, he soon realized that if he wanted to run, it would be difficult to escape.

So, Steve and Val looked at each other at the same time, took out a draft at the same time, calculated the blind spots of each other, dug a hole in the wall, and then quickly filled it with stones and lit torches.

The torch was not brought by Steve, but by Val. They had agreed to bring different supplies to save space.

After doing all this, they endured the heat and stuck to the wall, listening calmly and carefully to the movements outside.

Among them, of course, they could also hear what the group of creatures standing outside were discussing.

Steve actually wanted to dig a hole, but unfortunately this world was not real enough to support such a situation, so he could only endure it until there was no movement outside.

But he knew very well that those guys probably had not left yet, because he only heard one wave of footsteps, which were chasing outside, and those guys had just discussed splitting up into two groups, so there must be a group of people left there.

Steve touched his chin and quickly made a workbench, then put together a wooden sign, wrote some words on it, and showed it to the other party, while also handing one to the other party.

How to do?

Val shook his head. There were not many villagers here, only the two of them. It was not impossible for them to break out, but there was no need. What if the force here was a huge country like theirs, then the grudge would be impossible to resolve.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

He responded.

403 Steve: The old way

If saying that I was in the oven was a joke before, it is probably true now.

Steve couldn't tell how long they had been here. He never brought useless clocks with him when he went out, but he was sure of one thing: if he stayed here any longer, he would probably turn into a delicious roast chicken.

Steve looked at Val with some anxiety. Perhaps because the light from the torch was too dim, he could not see the other person's expression at all. This made him more depressed. He even couldn't help but hold the handle of the hot wooden sign tightly with both hands, and did not let go even when he heard the sound of flesh crackling.

According to his previous temper, he should have rushed out long ago, but now the newly built city is in ruins, and he doesn't want to create new enemies for the villagers. He also thinks that the portal is right there and it won't run away. It's not too far from here. Maybe if they kill those guys here, they can buy some time.

Steve was so hesitant and couldn't make up his mind that he could only ask for help from his most trusted friend.

"What should we do?" Steve asked, holding up the sign. "It's not a solution for us to stay here forever."

"Why don't you try the old method?" Val knew Steve well. He wasn't one for patience, so he dismissed the idea of ​​waiting any longer and went straight to the old method.

When the old method was mentioned, Steve's originally dull eyes suddenly lit up. He wanted to shout solemnly to express his determination, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Val saw through his idea.

Val's expression changed immediately. He made a decisive move and without hesitation, he directly shoved the wooden sign into the man's mouth, stretching the man's originally square mouth into an entrance for a CD.

It completed this series of actions smoothly, and then signaled to the other party with its eyes. Those strange creatures were only separated from it by a wall, so why couldn't it make it shout out?

"Mmm," Steve nodded hurriedly, then used some strength to pull out the wooden sign stuffed in his mouth, and rubbed his cheeks in pain.

He held the wooden sign and moved away a little in disgust. Even though he knew it was impossible for his saliva to be stained on it, he couldn't help shaking it off before showing it to the other party again.

[Then let’s do it the old way]

As soon as Steve mentioned this old method, a sinister smile appeared on his face. He tried hard to control his shaking shoulders to prevent himself from laughing out loud.