ocean-life Chapter 95 At the moment of detonation, art reached its peak.
Chapter 95 At the moment of detonation, art reached its peak.
After coming back to life again, Li Yide was set to compete with Chen Yi for the leaderboard rankings, ready to gather many logs to build a sufficiently large house; he cast all other concerns to the back of his mind.
He just wanted to find a safe place, to build a shelter with his own gathered resources that could protect him.
Avoiding the savages would be enough.
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He wanted to get through these ten days smoothly; the sensation of death was something he had experienced once already, and he did not want to experience it again.
The vast clearing under his feet seemed to tell him that Chen Yi had recently swept through here with a sleigh.
And he was naturally clear about whose handiwork this was.
His goal was also clear: follow this clearing to find a suitable place, then build his house.
Since Chen Yi had already logged all these trees, naturally, he wouldn't log them again.
...
Nine hours had passed.
Chen Yi stood on the floating sleigh, leaning over to look at their achievements over the past few hours.
The entire forest had turned into a massive wasteland by now.
Empty and void.
The previously dense and towering forest had now become a wasteland.
"Yi, stay here, I'll handle building the house."
Tuberculosis Rabbit, with a cigarette in his mouth, excitedly jumped into the sleigh and, without looking back, shot off toward the edge of the forest.
Chen Yi did not reply.
Lying on the folding bed, he placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, feigning sleep, letting Tuberculosis Rabbit do as he pleased.
His brow was slightly furrowed.
One could not tell what he was thinking.
...
Before long.
Tuberculosis Rabbit, with a backpack filled with log resources, came to the edge of the map, gleefully steering the sleigh, and looked toward the edge of the map.
The next second—
A log obediently lay there, serving as the foundation.
Building a house was simple.
One only needed to direct their gaze to a specific spot on the ground, and then mentally select the construction option they wanted.
Just like now.
Soon, close to a hundred logs were neatly placed on the ground, interconnected with one another, leaving no gaps, and the log serving as the foundation no longer kept its original log shape.
It became a flat plane.
As if the log had been cut open through the middle.
The entire foundation was extremely flat upon a glance.
Tuberculosis Rabbit did not linger; he just drove the sleigh straight on to the other side of the map.
Below.
One could see logs continuously emerging peculiarly, forming the foundation; the scene looked rather spectacular indeed.
He did not activate the sleigh at its maximum speed.
Too fast, and it would be hard to keep up visually.
After well over an hour.
Tuberculosis Rabbit finally arrived at the other side of the map with the sleigh. On his way there, the map had been completely covered with logs, and a row of foundation on the map had been successfully constructed.
He rubbed his slightly sore eyes, lifted his head, and looked toward an even larger area of open land.
His heart was full of drive.
He glanced at the time; luckily, the June rules in this map would not take effect; otherwise, it would have been truly torturous, as the sky was already turning dark.
He didn't linger any longer, operating the sleigh to continue along the other side, repeating the operation.
He had played a game before, a pixelated, crafting game composed of blocks.
In it, players could build houses or defeat monsters.
And he had achieved a feat in that game.
He filled the entire map with TNT dynamite: ravines, underground, skies.
The earth's soil, the forests on the ground, he replaced them all with TNT dynamite.
Finally, daylight came.
When no more savages emerged from the air wall, Tuberculosis Rabbit, with bloodshot eyes, finally regained a moment of clarity. Exhaustion began to flow over him, but observing the number of damaged foundations, he dared not pause.
Instead, he first repaired all the damaged foundations,
before beginning to reinforce the already laid foundations!
A single log could make a stretch of foundation.
And a single log could turn a foundation into an Enhanced Foundation, making it harder for savages to destroy.
On top of that, adding another log could turn the Enhanced Foundation into an Ultimate Foundation, extremely difficult for savages to destroy.
Different levels of foundations had different shapes; an Ultimate Foundation was topped with a thick steel plate, giving it an extremely robust appearance.
Although it was unclear how wood could be enhanced into steel plates, it was obviously the rule.
In this way, it wouldn't be easily destroyed by savages.
Upon seeing that the foundations damaged last night had been repaired, he didn't go on to build new ones.
He had only laid six rows of foundations the day before, probably a thirtieth of the entire map.
But now he didn't plan to lay anymore but intended to reinforce the six rows of foundations from yesterday to Ultimate Foundations, so they wouldn't be destroyed by savages.
No hesitation.
He immediately flew back along the foundations he had laid the day before.
...
"Yawn."
A player sleeping in a hole stretched leisurely in the spacious cavern and let out a satisfied yawn, reluctantly lying on the soft grass bed.
He rubbed his bleary eyes, turned over, and settled into a comfortable position.
He had slept very well last night.
No savages had come looking for him, not even a whisper of noise—although he had faintly heard the roars of savages, sounding somewhat like sonic booms, they ultimately didn't find him.
It seemed that his decision to dig a deep pit underground and then sleep there was wise, at least it was sufficiently concealed.
A night passed safely.
After lying there for about fifteen minutes, his sleepiness had pretty much dissipated. He stood up, removed the sod covering the hole overhead, and was ready to climb back to the surface by supporting himself against the cavern walls when.
He suddenly froze in place.
"Huh?"
Why had a chunk of... wood suddenly appeared above the hole?
He tentatively touched it with his hand and confirmed it, it was wood.
Then a notification popped up before his eyes.
"This structure is under construction by player 'Tuberculosis Rabbit.' You can choose to destroy it or leave it."
"Heh."
He couldn't help but let out a snarl tinged with bitter laughter as he pulled out his Logging Axe from his chest. Was someone building their house right above his head? This was outrageous!
You started the discourtesy; don't blame him for being ruthless in return!
He didn't say another word and began fiercely chopping at the foundation above his head with his Logging Axe!
"Ultimate Foundation: 1/999."
"..."
The man stood expressionless and silent on the spot, hesitantly lifted his Logging Axe, and struck again.
"2/999."
Clear and simple, just as he expected.
He would need to chop 999 times to destroy that damn foundation.
999 times?
That would exhaust him to death!
He stood there, looking up at the foundation that nearly obscured all vision overhead, and fell silent, not sure what to do. Surely he couldn't just stay there for ten days, could he?
Without food, without water, he would die.
Although he could revive.
But nobody would willingly repeat the cycle of death and revival over ten days, right?
After a long silence, the man rolled up his sleeves, took a deep breath, and his eyes slowly hardened with determination as he continued chopping down.
Even a dripping tap could penetrate stone.
Besides, he just had to chop 999 times to leave.
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