In the early morning of New York City, a coolly dressed young lady is wearing headphones, moving their long legs, shaking their proud capital, and running up and down along the beach to exercise.

Behind them, a group of strong-blooded teenagers followed behind with red ears and gritted teeth, forever maintaining that constant distance.

And behind the group of teenagers who looked up, it was Steve walking behind with a smirk.

He guessed correctly, the spawn mechanic of those zombies was similar to that of Minecraft monsters.

It's just that in the real world, the zombie skeletons here are relatively brainless, but they will also re-become illusory before the sun comes out until they disappear.

After dawn, the zombies and drowned trapped in the pit, as well as the skeleton Xiaobai, disappeared.

All the way up the square, Steve still remembered Natasha, but when he looked in the pit, the living planks were still there, but the Natasha people were gone.

Steve didn't care when Natasha was gone.

exploded the artifact, people were in good spirits on happy occasions, and Steve laughed all the way.

Moreover, Natasha, the black widow of S.H.I.E.L.D., is also gone, no troublemakers, no troubles.

Now he has a trident in his left hand that enchants and leads mines, and a workbench in his right hand!

Don't be afraid to wander the world!

As for the trident's three-point durability?

As we all know, babies are put last!

If you use it once and deduct a little durability, then if you press Steve, he will have at least three chances to use Big Baby to save his life!

All the way back to his rental house, Steve packed up his clothes and quilts, picked up the eight hundred dollars he had hidden under the mattress, and turned to leave, this is his sad place.

The young lady of the policewoman who received his money was here to send him to the Black Gate Prison.

Women are liars!

"You have to find a place to stay, and at least the tools you use all your body to enter the Stone Age." Steve thought back to the time he had drowned that brainless fifth-level elite with a wooden knife last night.

He smashed two wooden knives before he could drown the rich second generation with a problem with his head.

If this kind of attack power is changed to a slightly more open environment, Steve will not be crazy yet.

So, he now has two things to do.

Find a new place and build a 'home' of his!

Then it is urgent to upgrade the tools of his whole body and accelerate into the Stone Age.

With eight hundred dollars in hand, Steve walked the streets of New York with a backpack larger than his own.

$800 is not a lot of money in New York, a super bustling seaside trading port city, but it is still possible to change from one basement in Brooklyn to another basement in Manhattan.

Why look for a basement?

If it were in my world, Steve would dare to build the house to more than 10,000 meters in the air.

But in New York, if Steve dares to repair his own house to the ground, I am afraid that the next day it will be violently demolished by S.H.I.E.L.D. or some other demolition bureau.

It's only underground, and that's where no one can control it.

Standing in the newly rented basement, Steve pulls out his big baby workbench.

"There are three sets of log blocks in the backpack, another set of wooden boards, a few wooden sticks, half a group of stones, one group of dirt, one group of sand, and half a group of cement blocks."

"To build an underground villa, this material is not enough, you also need some wood, and a lot of food, and you also need coal to make torches, otherwise there will be zombies popping out of the digging and digging." Steve absentmindedly placed eight stones on the workbench.

In my world, a torch is a light source that can never be burned out, but in reality, a torch that can never burn can be burned out, no matter how you think about it, it feels very weird.

With a flash of white light, Steve picked up another workbench on the crafting table, the furnace.

With the furnace, as long as there is wood, Steve can make charcoal to replace the coal blocks that he can't find for a while.

If you want to build an underground villa, the torch is the only source of light when there is no other light source.

As the furnace that Steve had placed in the corner made a clattering sound of wood burning, pieces of burned wood were slowly turning into charcoal.

Pick up the slightly warm charcoal and put it on the workbench, and the sticks accompany the charcoal to form a torch that will never be extinguished!

"Torches obtained: 64."

"Each torch can burn for a week."

Steve took a torch and spun the windmill in the air, but the flame was burning steadily, and he didn't even move, "Well, this torch is close to the Minecraft Torch except that it doesn't inherit the characteristics of not being extinguished." ”

Steve picked up the torch and threw it into the sink in the toilet, and the torch, which was still arm-thick, instantly turned into a match.

"There are torches, and there is no shortage of wood for the time being, haha! My underground villa! I'm coming! ”

Standing in the corner and taking out the three wooden pickaxes he had just made, Steve buried his head in digging for the next step, this time with a wooden ladder on him, and he was not afraid to dig deeper.

"I'm going to build a big underground villa that can house ninety-nine beautiful young ladies!"

For three days, during the day, Steve dug a pit in the underground rental house he rented.

At night, Steve didn't dare to stay in the basement, in case another corpse tide or something came out, he wouldn't have time to die.

So in the evening, Steve would go out to prepare food for the next day's villa, and stop by the park where the lights were brighter to pick up the trees.

There was no wood to be found underground, and in three days he had changed eight forest parks in New York City.

Steve was so immersed in his delusions that he built his underground villa that he didn't notice that a woman wearing a black hat, a black mask, and black sunglasses often passed by at the door of his rented basement.

Five kilometers underground, Steve slammed a beef burger he bought from a burger shop while numbly waving the stone manuscript and slamming it on the stone.

"Jump!"

Picking up the newly fallen stone cubes on the ground and putting them in his pocket, Steve looked back at the fruits of his three days of hard work.

He pulled out an oversized square hole.

Twenty blocks high, 400 blocks wide, and 400 blocks long.

The entire floor of the cave was filled with torches he made of charcoal, and the walls were also densely packed with torches.

And in the middle of this large underground cavern space, a small pocket stone hut several meters high is standing in it.

The wooden door at the entrance had a wooden sign that read: "Steve's Underground Villa." ”

"Whew, I finally have a place to live." With his long legs, Steve carried the stone manuscript back to the small stone house in the entire cave of the earth.

Just as Steve was pondering how to decorate the cavern, a black figure fell from the entrance to his underground villa.

Natasha was lying on the ground gasping for breath, she had just snuck into Steve's newly rented basement and found that Steve had dug a vertical passage into the ground.

In order to catch Steve, Natasha gritted her teeth and climbed down the ladder along the vertical passage.

"Who will dig an underground passage five kilometers deep!!!" Natasha lay on the cold stone floor with a helpless expression, and she couldn't even breathe now.

Five kilometers of vertical ladders, Natasha she felt she had climbed the ladder of her life today!

"Ahem, sorry, I didn't expect a ladder to be an obstacle to getting around." Steve took the gray stone knife and crouched in front of an exhausted Natasha.

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