Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

Time passed bit by bit.

A second is normally very short.

Right now, however, in Chen Xu’s eyes it felt very long.

Chen Guoqing grew bolder and gave Chen Xu an encouraging look, which steadied him a little.

Suddenly, a huge black rat crawled out of the tunnel.

Seeing this, Yang Ling didn’t use the Vermilion Gold Pickaxe, he simply executed the Thief-Capturing Saber Technique, and in the blink of an eye cut down seven or eight mine rats.

Cold waves of experience points flowed into his body.

It was comparable to the experience from mining Vermilion Gold Ore.

“This is doable.”

At this rate, this swarm of mine rats wouldn’t pose much threat to him.

He continued swinging the Official Saber.

The stamina he lost was immediately replenished by the incoming experience points.

This effect became even scarier as his strength improved.

“Doesn’t he get tired?”

Chen Guoqing looked amazed.

He had trained in fighting before.

He knew that someone in a fighting state who could hold out for two to three minutes was already excellent.

Normal people would be exhausted after a few dozen seconds!

Unconsciously, piles of rat heads had amassed in front of Yang Ling.

Chen Guoqing and Chen Xu also managed to pick off several mine rats in the chaos.

Gradually, they found their Strength had inexplicably increased by a few points.

They immediately realized they had leveled up!

“Sure enough, sticking with Brother Yang is the future.”

The warm surge that comes with leveling instantly eased their fatigue.

Both of them perked up and continued looting.

About an hour later.

With the death of the last mine rat, the crisis was finally over.

“Brother Yang, you used to play a lot of games, right? That monster-stacking trick was sick.”

Chen Xu looked at the scene of wreckage and couldn’t help but exclaim.

Normally, the three of them couldn’t have handled this situation.

Only by stacking monsters could they finish it so easily.

“Not that important. Pack the rat heads up and take them outside.”

Yang Ling smiled. “Let the miners see them, give them a bit more confidence.”

“Got it!”

Chen Xu immediately took off his clothes and began packing the rat heads.

Soon the three of them came out of the mine shaft.

They dropped the rat heads on the ground.

Nearby miners were drawn over at once and when they saw the rat heads, they recoiled in terror!

“Mine rats!”

“So many rat heads!”

“Did Supervisor Yang and the others kill these? They really went to deal with those things!”

“Damn mine rats! One of my brothers was killed by them, a whole swarm surrounded him, and in just a few breaths they chewed him down to a skeleton!”

One miner’s eyes were red as he stared hard at the piled heads, anger on his face.

“Supervisor Yang, did you three kill all these mine rats?”

Fang Qingyang hurried over, and when he saw the carcasses his face showed surprise.

“You came just in time. Pack them up, we’re going back to wash off.”

Yang Ling patted his shoulder and then led them away.

Back at the house, after washing up, there was already a stranger standing beside Chen Xu and Chen Guoqing, looking both awkward and excited.

“Su—Supervisor Yang.”

When he saw Yang Ling approach, the man hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed, stammering.

“Brother Yang, his name is Wang Haodong. He’s a player like us, been here seven or eight days.”

Chen Xu said.

Wang Haodong watched Yang Ling cautiously, still hardly believing it.

This was Ironclad Department’s Yang Ling who ranked seventh on the Divine Realm Level Ranking?

He couldn’t imagine meeting such a big shot at his most desperate moment.

“Haodong, don’t be nervous.”

Yang Ling smiled. “We wanted to ask you something.”

Seeing Yang Ling so gentle, Wang Haodong relaxed a bit and hurriedly said:

“Brother Yang, you tell me.”

“When you logged in, did you know what the situation outside was like?”

“The situation outside…”

Wang Haodong seemed to recall and slowly said:

“When I logged in, word about the Divine Realm was already blowing up.

Some cults even claimed the Divine Realm was created by their sect.

From the news I saw, those cults were soon crushed.

Then… because many people disappeared, things have gotten pretty chaotic in some places; people file police reports every day.”

“Chaos, huh.”

Chen Guoqing murmured.

“Cults showed up too?”

Yang Ling frowned slightly.

“By the way! There’s a piece of news I don’t know if it’s true.”

Wang Haodong suddenly said, “I saw online that various countries sent special forces into the Divine Realm to try to figure out what’s going on.

If we could run into them, we’d be saved!”

“That’s unlikely.”

Chen Xu shook his head gently. “Even if they got in, they can’t get out. Here, finding food is a problem, let alone keeping themselves safe.”

A bitter smile appeared on Wang Haodong’s face.

When their group of players gathered earlier, they had already discussed this.

Most of them felt the same as Chen Xu; only a small handful kept a thread of hope that their country would rescue them so they wouldn’t have to eat stale pancakes and drink ice-cold water.

“All right, here’s what we’ll do. Go round up all the players and have them come over.”

Yang Ling said. “I have an announcement.”

At those words, the three left the yard immediately.

While Yang Ling was washing up, he had practiced the Vajra Bright King Technique once.

Now he quickly trained the Thief-Capturing Saber Technique again.

In about two hours, the three had summoned the rest of the players in the mine vein.

They all wore expressions of wary uncertainty.

After all, when they heard Yang Ling wanted to see them, they were astonished.

Yang Ling from the Ironclad Department was a high-ranking figure on the ranking board!

He was even the new supervisor at the Vermilion Gold Mine?

“All here?”

Yang Ling glanced at the crowd.

“Brother Yang, these are all the players, all gathered.”

Chen Xu said.

“A portion didn’t show up. They probably hid their player identities intentionally, but there are almost a hundred here.”

A thought came to Yang Ling.

At that moment a female player cautiously asked:

“You’re Yang Ling? Ironclad Department’s Yang Ling?”

“Yes.”

Yang Ling nodded.

“How can you prove it…”

A male player’s eyes were full of suspicion.

“Why should I prove anything?”

Yang Ling looked at him. “I am still the Vermilion Gold Mine’s supervisor. Why would I need to prove myself to you?”

The male player’s face flushed with awkwardness as he recalled his current predicament and fell silent.

“You all know mining levels you up, right?”

Yang Ling said.

Except for a few newcomers who looked blank, the players who had been there longer nodded silently.

Of course they knew, otherwise they couldn’t have survived.

“How much Vermilion Gold Ore does each of you mine per day?”

Yang Ling asked casually.

“One qian.”

“One and a half qian!”

“Sometimes if I’m lucky and work overtime, two qian.”

The player who said that had higher Strength attribute points, about seven.

“I mined ten jin today.”

Yang Ling took out a cloth bag, opened it, and dropped it on the ground.

Chen Xu and Chen Guoqing also took out cloth bags and dropped them down.

“I three liang.”

“Four liang.”

“How is that possible…”

The players exchanged stunned looks.

Yang Ling said calmly, “Your progress is too slow. You need to rush levels.”

“Supervisor Yang, even if you mine that fast, you’re a ranked expert. We’re just ordinary players, we can’t speed up that much.”

One player whispered.

“First, the mine shaft’s veins are richer; the Vermilion Gold Ore is in bigger chunks, you have to go into the mine shaft.

Second, your equipment is also subpar, and your daily mining time is too short—you’re not grinding enough.”

“I plan to form a mining level-rush squad.”

“Those who join, pick up a Fine Steel Pickaxe.”

“This thing will boost your Strength, increase your mining speed—switching to it is like trading a popgun for artillery.”

“But a warning up front: once you join the squad, you follow my orders.”

“If you disobey, it won’t just be leaving my squad, I’ll make sure you can’t stay at the Vermilion Gold Mine.”

Yang Ling said flatly.

If these words had been spoken when they first logged in, they would have sparked public outrage.

But after a brief silence, the crowd instead asked:

“Brother Yang, where do we pick up the Fine Steel Pickaxes?”

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