The boundless night sky was filled with drifting snowflakes.
Bullet comments floated alongside them.
【Hahahahaha】
【A disciple of Tianxuan Sect has come after hearing the rumors—Zhou Yue truly lives up to his reputation!】
【One block of dirt??? Is this a dungeon meant for humans to clear???】
【All I can say is, as expected of Senior Brother Zhou】
【I’ve been watching since Zhou Yue first started playing—this is practically a repeat of his ocean island survival run】
【This is way harder than the ocean, at least you could swim there】
【How on earth do you even reach the end…】
【Even if you dragged Lu the Demon here, he probably couldn’t clear it either】
……
“Damn it… damn it!!!”
Zhou Yue punched the dirt block in frustration.
The most infuriating part was that he couldn’t even vent properly—if he broke the dirt block, he’d be stuck in an endless cycle of dying and respawning.
“Only one block of dirt in the air? Snow falling from the sky? The destination is about 20 blocks away? Hmm…”
After hearing the details, Zhong Yi fell into deep thought.
He believed that, given Lu Ze’s personality, he would never design an impossible challenge.
At most, it would just be extremely difficult, pushing the limits.
Between the dirt block and the destination, there was a gap of around 200 blocks.
His inventory was empty, his stats were at their initial state, and his spiritual roots were inactive.
That meant the only way forward was to obtain new blocks and build a path through the air.
“How do I get new blocks… Wait! The snow!”
A spark of inspiration struck Zhong Yi.
In this dungeon world, snow was falling.
If he could use a shovel to collect snow and craft a snow block, he could then build a path.
“Easier said than done… There aren’t even any trees here. Where am I supposed to get a shovel?”
Zhou Yue sighed.
“I’ve got it… Drops from zombies!”
As this new idea flashed through his mind, Zhong Yi suddenly grew excited.
He even tossed aside the half-read book Redstone Analysis Basics.
Back when he first played Minecraft, he had deduced the key conditions for zombie spawning:
Insufficient light levels.
Later, while studying various mechanics, he refined the conditions further:
They had to spawn between 24 and 128 blocks away from the player.
Within 24 blocks, no monsters would spawn.
Beyond 128 blocks, they would despawn.
Not all zombies were empty-handed—some wore armor or even carried weapons or tools.
Given Zhou Yue’s current predicament, Zhong Yi concluded that the only solution was—
Exploiting the spawning mechanics to get a zombie holding a shovel!
Zhou Yue listened to Zhong Yi’s reasoning, nodding in agreement.
“But how do I spawn zombies on this single dirt block?”
Zhou Yue raised the next question.
Zhong Yi replied nonchalantly, “Simple. Jump off.”
“Bullshit! I’ve jumped to my death countless times already—never seen a single monster spawn!”
Zhou Yue immediately retorted.
“Was it nighttime?”
“Tried both day and night. Nothing.”
“That doesn’t make sense…”
Zhong Yi fell into thought again.
According to Zhou Yue, beneath him was an endless void—no ground at all.
Zhong Yi suddenly made a bold guess: “When you die from falling, is it instant death, or do you lose health gradually?”
Zhou Yue answered honestly, “After falling for a long time, my health slowly drains until I die.”
“That’s it… I knew Lu Ze wouldn’t design an unsolvable puzzle.”
Zhong Yi smiled in relief.
He had cracked the solution.
The reason no monsters were spawning was that Zhou Yue fell too far—beyond the 128-block despawn range.
Any spawned monsters would immediately disappear!
The key was to control the death location within 128 blocks.
To do that, he needed to jump while already at low health.
“Old Zhou, start jumping non-stop to drain your hunger bar.”
“Once your hunger is depleted and your health drops to about two and a half hearts, then jump…”
“That’ll guarantee monster spawns!”
After hearing Zhong Yi’s explanation, Zhou Yue’s eyes lit up with realization.
“Holy crap… Since when is your brain this sharp? Guess not all your research is just shady nonsense after all!”
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
