Level 7: Thalassophobia Level
On an unmanned floating island made of various discarded woods and trash, Yang Tao looked at the sunken vortex in the sea.
"I really didn't expect such a big problem to arise..."
Some Entities living in the sea, even if they all appeared before Yang Tao, would only take him some time to clean up.
But for ordinary Wanderers, every Entity they encountered was a test of life.
Even if the Entities weren't rioting, they walked cautiously through different levels.
Yang Tao hesitated for a moment.
He leaped into the sea, and soon a dark figure, like a torpedo, rushed towards him from the depths.
Tiny.
Once one of only two creatures in Level 7: Thalassophobia Level, now... it was the only life.
Yang Tao reached out and easily caught the harpoon it thrust at him: "Don't be impulsive, I'm here to solve a problem this time."
Tiny heard him, blinked its glowing eyes, and said, "Really?"
"More real than pure gold. Otherwise, with the way you attacked me the moment you saw me, I would have already turned you into dried fish."
The growth in Minecraft was just that unreasonable. The first time they met, he was a complete weakling who couldn't even defeat Tiny and was even swallowed by the Level 7 Thing.
The second time, he directly sliced the Level 7 Thing into sashimi.
This was the third time. Now, he could casually summon a Doom Knight to hang Tiny out to dry.
Who knew what the scene would be like next time they met.
"The things I left behind should be very fragile. Why didn't you go down and destroy them?"
Tiny looked at Yang Tao and slowly said, "I can't go down. Only the surface is my territory."
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
The other party was using strange methods to continuously collect seawater from the bottom of the sea, but the problem was, the water flowed downwards...
The bottom layer wasn't greatly affected, but his originally calm sea surface had become turbulent.
Furthermore, his domain area did not decrease with the lowering of the seawater, which meant his actual control area had shrunk. Where the hell could he go to reason about this??
"Then you can't blame me; it's because you can't go down."
Yang Tao felt that Entities like Tiny, who were attached to a level, probably wouldn't leave their level unless absolutely necessary.
"Don't worry, I came here this time to solve this problem. You don't need to thank me."
With that, Yang Tao swam towards the depths of the sea. Tiny heard his words and tightened its grip on the harpoon, looking as if it wished to stab Yang Tao a couple of times with the sharp harpoon in its hand.
The boundless sea, apart from floating skeletons, had no living creatures. In this bizarre environment, even if an ordinary Wanderer could breathe underwater for a long time, they would collapse due to the incredibly oppressive atmosphere.
Soon, Yang Tao followed the light emitted by the energy collectors and arrived at the seabed.
The carpet around the energy collectors had been completely absorbed, revealing the black seabed underneath.
Fortunately, a large amount of seawater continuously poured into the energy collectors, otherwise, all the seabed carpet would have been completely sucked dry.
"It's a good thing M.E.G. discovered it early..."
In the Backrooms, the efficiency and capability of M.E.G. were unquestionable; they could be said to be the saviors of Wanderers.
However, this was also out of necessity; those without efficiency and capability would have probably died in the various levels of the Backrooms long ago.
He took out the Red Matter Hammer and easily put all the energy collectors back into his backpack. In an instant, the turbulent seawater immediately calmed down.
"It should be fine now. Since the sea has too great an impact on Backrooms humans, why not look for some Dead Zones?"
Dead Zones, whether for Wanderers or professional explorers, were almost certain death if entered.
Just like the original 'Paradise,' if he hadn't forcibly carved out a 'safe zone' within it, the Crimson Forest would still retain its reputation as a Dead Zone.
Looking around, Yang Tao identified a direction and quickly swam.
According to the Ancient Smiler, most of the seas in the Backrooms had some inexplicable connection. So, as long as he kept swimming in one direction, he would eventually reach a new level with a sea.
Two minutes later.
Yang Tao stopped and looked up at the sea surface. Previously, he was at the bottom of the deep sea, nearly ten thousand meters deep, but now the surface was only about twenty meters away from him.
"A new level? That fast?"
Although the distance he swam in those two minutes was a distance an ordinary person couldn't swim in two days, he still felt it was incredibly fast.
He quickly swam towards the surface.
Night fell, and the sea, like a void, swallowed everything in the distance. The sound of waves crashing against rocks reached his ears.
Not far from him was an old port, and next to the port was a small town. Faint lights brought a glimmer of hope.
"I don't know what level this is. It doesn't look like a Dead Zone..."
Yang Tao quickly flew towards the shore. He didn't turn on the night vision function of his Purgatory Helmet; he usually preferred to experience the natural feeling.
He would only use his cheat abilities when necessary.
He landed on the wooden platform extending from the dock. Several dilapidated small wooden boats were moored there, looking as if they could be swept away by the waves at any moment.
Looking around, Yang Tao then realized that along the coastline, there seemed to be an infinite number of boat lanes neatly arranged, everything as orderly as if copied and pasted.
The salty sea breeze made one feel a little cold.
Some figures lingered in the port. In the lamplight, they could be seen wearing gas masks and fur coats.
"Is the air here also poisonous?"
Yang Tao glanced at his status bar; besides a full array of positive buffs, there were no negative buffs like poisoning or radiation.
He stepped onto the somewhat decayed wooden platform and walked towards the port.
The platform creaked.
The figures standing in the port heard the sound, paused, and then frantically rushed towards Yang Tao.
"What the hell? These are also Entities?"
These guys, who looked like port porters, were very muscular, clad in deep blue fur coats with the smell of oil and sawdust, and wore dark green gas masks that completely concealed their faces.
They wore steel-toed boots with severe signs of wear. Their footsteps announced their astonishing strength; the sound on the wooden platform was like a series of heavy hammers.
However, he wasn't concerned about these 'porter' Entities, who only had sixty or seventy health, but rather the seemingly decayed wooden planks on the platform.
"These aren't breaking?"
Yang Tao was truly impressed. He took out his upgraded War Lance from his backpack, but what he didn't expect was that those 'porter' Entities, who had originally looked ready to tear him apart, uniformly turned around and returned to the dock the way they came.
"???"
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong?!
Somehow, Yang Tao found these Entities very interesting. He carried his War Lance, left the boat lane, and boarded the port. Those guys still stood idly under the dim streetlights, neither speaking nor moving.
Seeing their behavior, Yang Tao abandoned the idea of communicating with them and turned to walk towards the shadows on the other side of the dock.
Because he saw a familiar yet strange smiling face.