There's a skull dungeon attached to my basement

And just like that, Xiao Yang's first exploration of the Land of Rot ended with his disheveled return to the Skeleton Dungeon.

Back in the safety of the dungeon, the stacked Evil God Gaze buffs slowly faded away. In that short amount of time, Xiao Yang's mental state plummeted by almost 120 points. If he had stayed any longer, he would have directly entered a shaken state.

And it wasn't just the mental drop; inexplicably, he felt like his brain had gained a lot of new things.

He had learned a new skill.

This skill came from the knowledge forcibly stuffed into his brain by the Evil Gods.

The Land of Rot was not as simple as he had thought, far from it.

Doubting his life choices, Xiao Yang asked the God Game a question.

"God Game, what are some other super-large worlds in the Heavens?"

After a brief pause, the God Game provided some names that were even more disheartening.

【Felûn, the Abyss, Penglai,…】

There was no need to look at the names that followed; those first three were already heavyweights.

"So, you're saying that I have to save a super-large world that is being invaded by numerous Evil Gods, a world whose will is crying out to me for help, and I'm only level twenty-two?"

In a rare occurrence, the God Game suddenly popped up with an encouraging window.

【Add oil】

"Yeah…"

The encouragement from the God Game didn't have much effect. He was starting to doubt his life, and what made it even more unbearable was the subsequent rule change for the Dungeon Gate.

【Rule change: After the Dungeon Gate manifests, please return within ten seconds.】

The Dungeon Gate, this lifeline, was really unreliable. No, that's not it; it's just only willing to let Xiao Yang rely on it once.

His expression gained a few twists.

He needs to pay a great price.

He might even face complete failure.

In silence, such thoughts appeared in Xiao Yang's mind.

From the brief gaze of the numerous Evil Gods, from that chaotic knowledge that inexplicably appeared in his mind, Xiao Yang obtained a new skill.

And it wasn't just any skill; it was a Mythic-quality skill.

【Beg for Grace

Quality: Mythic

Limitation: Can only beg for the grace of a limited number of gods.

Effect: Beg a god to obtain their grace.

Introduction: Simply, with just a thought, we will grant power.】

Just like that, a Mythic-quality skill was obtained by Xiao Yang.

But Xiao Yang couldn't be happy about it at all.

He knew very well who those gods that the skill limited were.

This skill was completely meant to disgust him by those Evil Gods. The skill was just placed there, so the question arose: to use it or not?

What if he encountered a situation that he really couldn't resist or break through?

Then to use it or not?

Using it would be deadly, but leaving it there was also disgusting.

Xiao Yang felt that he needed to find a way to remove the skill.

Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, a thought appeared.

"Wait, maybe it can be used like this!"

Calming himself, Xiao Yang decided to try out this suddenly appearing idea.

He began to beg for grace, a hazy thought, but the object of the request was himself.

He wanted to ask himself for power.

Inexplicably, a power appeared out of thin air and poured into Xiao Yang's body.

He succeeded; his idea succeeded.

【Power of an Unknown God (Absorption): Attacks inflict life steal】

Just like that, a very simple effect appeared on Xiao Yang's panel.

Who was this unknown god? It was Xiao Yang himself. He had broken through the limitations of his mental stats and successfully used the Beg for Grace skill to borrow the power of his Divine Form while in his Gleaming Strider form.

For ordinary people, this would be like taking off your pants to fart, after all, what was the point of borrowing power from yourself?

But Xiao Yang was particularly suited for this.

He had to be extremely restrained with his Divine Form, but the difficulty of this Land of Rot was so directly in front of him. At this time, using the Beg for Grace skill to briefly call upon the power of his Divine Form was particularly appropriate.

But there was still one problem.

If using this Beg for Grace skill to seek grace from those Evil Gods was the most correct usage, and also the most deadly usage, then his behavior of using this skill to bypass the mental stat restrictions on the Evil God Devourer to call upon power.

Wasn't this another form of quenching thirst with poison?

Once he had tasted the sweetness, it would be difficult to give it up. Perhaps those Evil Gods hadn't miscalculated at all.

The current Xiao Yang had already given up on the idea of removing this Mythic skill.

Xiao Yang also realized this, but he didn't dwell on this point too much.

Faced with this inescapable land of decay, he needed power. What power came without a price? From the moment he was watched by that pale hand, he already had one foot in the abyss.

Having experienced that terrifying scene just now, being watched by so many evil gods, it took Xiao Yang a while to completely recover. Then, he was going to continue advancing into the land of decay.

The second exploration of the land of decay was about to begin.

Opening the dungeon door and stepping out, he appeared on a desolate path, not returning to the crossroads, but arriving at the place where he had escaped last time.

It could be considered a good thing.

Stepping onto this land of decay once again, Xiao Yang no longer had the previous impetuosity and pride, but more caution and prudence. This was a very normal thing.

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This land of decay is truly dangerous.

Can you imagine? The world will of such a super-large world, equivalent to Ao, the God of Gods in the Forgotten Realms, the Abyss Will of the Bottomless Abyss, and the Heavenly Dao of Penglai.

It was beaten to its knees, desperately begging for help while offering Xiao Yang the Well of Purity.

Saving this world was out of the question, and completely clearing this super-large dungeon was also a bit unrealistic.

"Let's set a small goal!"

Build enough strongholds to push his world away from the pull of the land of decay.

Being able to do this would already be very good.

Xiao Yang told himself this.

Subsequently, he continued forward along this road.

It wasn't very peaceful. It seemed that because Xiao Yang had lit a bonfire and attracted the attention of the evil gods, the cultists in this area had gathered.

Xiao Yang saw many servants of the evil gods. They were being protected by these evil god believers, searching back and forth along this road.

If these servants of the evil gods appeared in front of Xiao Yang alone, then Xiao Yang would probably be extremely happy. If he ate another low-level servant, then his Evil God Devourer and Gleam Advancer, both of these professions would be able to level up.

But the problem was that these servants of the evil gods did not appear in front of Xiao Yang alone.

They were in a large group, surrounded by a large number of fanatical believers, a large area, with families, hundreds of small ones, thousands of large ones, and even larger ones would construct a special field, a living, terrifying field slowly moving on the earth.

For a time, demons danced wildly, and what was even more deadly was that these guys all seemed to be looking for him.

He shouldn't have courted death. If he had known, he would have listened to the wandering knight. The current situation was really overwhelming.

"There's no way, I can only take a detour."

Xiao Yang gave up on moving forward along this road and plunged into the vast mountains on the edge of the wilderness.

"I can't afford to provoke them, can't I hide!"

First, avoid the limelight. Standing on a small mountain, looking at the large groups of evil god servants and believers on the plain below, Xiao Yang's mouth twitched as he spoke fiercely.

He approached the depths of this mountain range.

Xiao Yang found that he seemed to have entered the main camp of the bandits.

Every distance, Xiao Yang could find a bandit camp.

Since he was idle anyway, Xiao Yang began to move forward continuously into the depths of this mountain range.

Of course, it could also be said to be a massacre.

Every time he moved forward a distance, every time he saw a bandit camp, Xiao Yang would start a massacre.

These frenzied bandits who had lost much of their sanity didn't know how to do much: fire guns, load bullets, wave the weapons in their hands, and hide by the roadside, suddenly jumping out after someone approached.

Some would even give a formulaic, extremely wretched laugh.

It wasn't difficult to deal with, at least not as difficult as the demons and monsters huddled under the mountain.

Xiao Yang completed another round of slaughter. A bandit camp hidden in a mountain gully was destroyed by Xiao Yang. He pushed open the wooden box in the center of the camp.

Yes, these bandit camps still had treasure chests.

Although these wooden boxes couldn't produce anything good, the best was a Bandit Profession Change Scroll, and the worst would only give you a few pieces of black bread and a few bottles of muddy ale.

This time, his luck was not bad. Xiao Yang took out a gem necklace from this box.

Xiao Yang was doing these repetitive actions.

Completing all of this, he suddenly stopped his steps, standing in this chaotic bandit camp, standing in this pile of bandit corpses.

Something was wrong, something was not right everywhere.

These frenzied bandits would drop equipment and materials, they would build camps, and there were treasure chests in the camps.

At first glance, it seemed that there was no problem, but thinking carefully, wasn't this land of decay a corrupted real world?

Dropping equipment and materials could be considered the forced rules of the gods' game, but why would the bandits in this real world prepare an identical treasure chest in every simple camp?

And the locations were all exactly the same.

Was this normal?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

With this thought, Xiao Yang turned his gaze to a masked bandit corpse beside him, reached out his hand, and pulled down the mask on his face.

Finally, at this moment, he completely discovered what was wrong.

He had seen this guy before, in the simple bandit camp two camps ago, looking exactly the same, with the scar on his face in the same location.

"This is the same person."