There's a skull dungeon attached to my basement

As the voice spoke, a weary woman in a white coat and square black-rimmed glasses appeared before Xiao Yang.

“To be honest, even after being involved with the Godly Game for so long, I still find it a bit unbelievable. I’m very sorry to have dragged you into this terrible disaster, but I’ve truly reached the end of my rope and can only send out rescue information to you through the Godly Game.”

Saying this, the woman in the white coat took out a box of fruit candies from her pocket and waved it at Xiao Yang.

“Want one?”

“No, thanks.”

“In my understanding, different planes and races shouldn’t be so harmonious. Your relationship with me should be more strained. There should be competition between worlds, and players should be vying for resources.

Large planes devour smaller planes, strong players devour weaker players. Pure help shouldn’t be so easily obtained. Do you have any needs in coming here? Do you need legends, or something akin to faith?”

As she popped a fruit candy into her mouth, the weary woman stared intently at Xiao Yang.

This was a rather pointed question, and coincidentally, Xiao Yang was also pondering this issue.

Back then, he had agreed to the Holy Light Emissary's request without much thought, arriving in this world without any preparation.

Even for the sake of saving the Flame, he actually had better options, such as sending suggestive pictures in the group. Okay, that method might not have been effective, but doing all this didn't necessarily require him to come here.

Just taking this step meant Xiao Yang had to bear immense risk.

He dared to gamble with Red Beard back then because he realized he was out of touch with the Godly Game and the things he was experiencing. Regardless, he needed information about the Godly Game, information that might be commonplace to other Godly Game players. He was the first player in his plane, without any experience to draw upon, and the environment he was in couldn't be considered safe.

In any case, he had to choose a player to trust, to take a gamble, in order to obtain useful information, for those seemingly unremarkable details.

After all, it wasn't like he opened his eyes and found himself reborn the moment he entered the Skeleton Dungeon.

Everything should have been more cautious. He shouldn't have gambled again, but that day, in a daze, he excitedly chose to accept the request, choosing to come here.

For the past few days, Xiao Yang had been avoiding this question: why, in his dazed state, did he suddenly have a surge of blood to his head and come here? Until now, until this woman in the white coat asked.

Upon careful consideration, the answer might be very simple.

Perhaps he was too accustomed to the grand narratives of collectivism. Perhaps he really had fantasies about becoming a hero, a savior. Of course, these could all be summarized with a simple sentence.

Xiao Yang wasn't a bad person; he was a good person.

Realizing this, having to face this, but these weren't so easy to say.

Xiao Yang didn't know how to express this. He couldn't directly tell the woman in the white coat that the reason he came here was because, in a dazed and most straightforward state, he had a surge of blood to his head from a simple instigation and chose to be a hero, because his ego believed he was a good person.

At this moment, his mind raced. He was thinking about how to give a presentable answer.

Finally, he spoke.

“Perhaps it’s because someone told me when I came here that if I don’t provide assistance to you who are experiencing such things, then when I experience such things, there might be no one to save me!

Moreover, even if the relationship between worlds and players has always been full of competition, does that make it right?”

Such words directly stunned the woman in the white coat. She slowly opened her mouth, looking at Xiao Yang with a frown and a tilted head.

Conversely, Xiao Yang now had a head held high, chest out, and righteous expression, though his heart might not be so calm.

He silently said in his heart.

“Forgive me, Mr. Lu, although I plagiarized your words, I did it with good intentions!”

After a long while, the woman in the white coat gave Xiao Yang a strange look. She didn't ask Xiao Yang why he came here, but introduced her name.

So you don’t have to worry too much about us. If things are hopeless in two days, then just leave this world. Such things have happened more than once in the history of this world. Every five thousand years, those monsters tainted with dragon blood will rush ashore once, and after destroying everything, return to the ocean again.

The dragon blood samples you gave me have given me a deeper understanding of these monsters. Progress will be made soon, but it's a pity, I don't know if we can survive this crisis.”

Such words made Xiao Yang hesitate to ask this.

“What is the maximum number of people that can be accommodated in hibernation here?”

“A thousand people, maybe.”

“Will you yourself retreat into a hibernation pod?”

“No, according to my observations, when these monsters inheriting dragon blood retreat into the sea, my world will enter a new round of magical tide cycles. At that time, the Godly Game system will also fall into slumber again. I don't want to continue this desperate cycle.”

Xiao Yang fell silent. This was truly a heavy topic, although Yuli herself had a nonchalant expression.

The heavy atmosphere didn't last too long, because it couldn't change much. Xiao Yang didn't know if he could save this world, but he would do his best.

After coming to this world, Xiao Yang gradually understood the meaning contained in the Holy Light Emissary's words. It could only be said that the Godly Game was not really a game.

Suddenly, the Godly Game popped up a window for Xiao Yang.

【Congratulations to the player, your Spirit attribute has greatly increased】

【Spirit: 20】

In that instant, he also gained a greater understanding of the Spirit attribute. This attribute, born from the gaze of the Evil Gods, was not a simple energy attribute, but an abstract attribute derived from one's will, one's cognition of the world, and one's self-awareness.

It manifested because of the Evil Gods and would also pull people towards them, but it itself was the best barrier against the Evil Gods.

If one could adhere to oneself, examine one's perception of the world, and anchor oneself, then the Evil Gods would forever be resisted.