Chapter 42: The Giant's Skull

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[Yellow Turban Strongman Edict]
Quality: Excellent
Restriction: Eastern-line plane, worlds touched by the tentacles of the Yellow Heaven
Effect: Grants the exclusive Yellow Turban Strongman class.
Description: Cry out to the Yellow Heaven, and this Mandate of Heaven shall be bestowed! The Blue Heaven is dead! The Yellow Heaven shall rise! In the year of Jiazi, great peace under heaven!

Without choosing to open the blind box, Xiao Yang picked up the Yellow Turban Strongman Edict.

In appearance, this edict was merely an ordinary iron plaque, with "Great Peace Under Heaven" engraved on the front and "The Yellow Heaven Shall Rise" on the back.

Just like that, simply and easily, a precious class transition fell into Xiao Yang's hands.

One has to admit, this was the sheer value of a prismatic-grade talent. It wasn't about how much combat power the "Dungeon Delver" talent could provide, nor to what extent it could synergize with certain professions, but rather that it could bring about infinite possibilities.

Of course, Xiao Yang had not yet decided whether to class into a Yellow Turban Strongman. After all, he didn't even understand what the Yellow Turban Strongman class excelled at or lacked. Withdrawing his gaze, taking on a class was a very formal and important matter, one that was best considered with caution. At the very least, he wouldn't let a momentary impulse dictate his choice.

He possessed a unique prismatic talent, and while he didn't expect a unique class, a golden legendary one should at least be within reach—such as those God-Chosen Knights, Arcanists, Technomancers, Cultivators, or Great Shamans; surely one of these renowned classes should pop up. At the very worst, an epic-tier class would do. A blue-grade class was still falling a bit short.

Thinking along these lines, Xiao Yang gripped the Yellow Turban Strongman Edict in his hand, when suddenly, a notification from the Godly Game popped up.

[Player detected holding a class-transition item. Do you wish to initiate the class-transition process and become a Yellow Turban Strongman?]

Before Xiao Yang even had time to refuse, another prompt followed.

[Class-transition requirements not met. This world is not touched by the tentacles of the Yellow Heaven. If the player wishes to successfully class up, please initiate a sacrificial ritual to the Yellow Heaven under the witness of the current world's will.]

Completely unfamiliar knowledge points had increased once more. Strange, incomprehensible knowledge—Yellow Heaven, sacrifices, the world's will, all this chaotic nonsense. He was merely an eighth-level newbie, a lowly dungeon crawler who understood none of it.

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Never mind, set it aside for now. There were plenty of things he didn't understand anyway; he would just have to wait for his good older brother Redbeard to return and ask him properly.

Amidst a brief wave of melancholy, Xiao Yang quickly accepted the situation. Seated at the long table in the safe room, tackling the skeleton dungeon practically was still the most sensible course of action. On the table, Xiao Yang spotted an exquisite hat—the Adventurer's Hat.

Well, it seemed he wouldn't have any use for Senior Robert's kind gift this time. Placing the Gloom-Repelling Lantern from his waist onto the long table, Xiao Yang picked up the letter left behind.

"Second floor of the dungeon. Things are getting much more dangerous. This is no mere small-scale dungeon; it seems to be built upon an ancient ruin. An underground torrent runs through the entire second floor, bringing plenty of trouble. Beware of the cavern mermen in that torrent, though it has also brought certain truths to the surface."

"Passing adventurer! When you walk past that underground torrent, be sure to look into the water; you will witness a most breathtaking sight! I'll give you a hint: it is incomparably massive!"

"By the way, I picked up a hat along the way. If you have any use for it, feel free to take it."

"The Great Adventurer: Robert"

The description on the envelope sparked Xiao Yang's curiosity about the incomparably massive entity Robert had mentioned.

Soon after, Xiao Yang left the safe room and continued deeper into the passage. Before long, he reached the end of the road. He hadn't walked far before the path terminated, yet he saw no trace of the underground torrent described in Robert's message. All that lay before him was a gigantic underground fissure.

This abruptly appearing fissure had torn through the original path. Xiao Yang heard the pattering sound of dripping water, but before his eyes lay only profound darkness.

Lost in thought, Xiao Yang gazed at the wide underground fissure before him. He took down the unlit torch stuck in the passage, reignited it using the Gloom-Repelling Lantern, and then forcefully hurled the torch into the deep abyss ahead.

That tiny flicker of light briefly banished the darkness, startling a multitude of blood-thirsty bats clinging to the fissure walls, illuminating the conditions within the tunnel. Then, it kept falling, the light growing smaller and smaller until it vanished completely into the dark. This underground fissure was far deeper than Xiao Yang had imagined.

Perhaps there truly had been an underground torrent once; Xiao Yang spotted water trickling down toward the bottom of the fissure. And, moreover, he had spotted the incomparably massive sight Robert spoke of in his letter—though he was certain he could see it far more clearly than Robert ever had.

It was an incomparably gigantic skull, a pale cranium buried deep within the earth, whose features were only now mostly revealed because of this underground fissure.

Xiao Yang slowly opened his mouth.

How terrifying must the creature be that could leave behind such colossal bones! A giant? Or a god? Yet the definitions of these two were not mutually exclusive; in many mythologies, the primeval gods were peerless giants who shared a widespread and universally recognized name: Titans.

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And right now, buried beneath the very dungeon Xiao Yang had been traversing back and forth through, lay such an incomparably terrifying existence.

Xiao Yang truly felt he needed to seriously re-evaluate that trouble-making shovel of his. Because, most likely, if he wasn't mistaken, this massive underground fissure had probably been stirred up by the Freedom Shovel.

In Robert's letter, this underground fissure had not yet formed; a torrent teeming with cavern mermen had likely been flowing right across the top of this giant skull at the time. This point was corroborated by the broken ends of the underground passage faintly visible on the far side of the fissure.

Of course, it might just be a coincidence. After all, it was hard to verify when Robert's letters had been left behind.

Yet, for no apparent reason, Xiao Yang felt that all of this was probably brought about by his own itchy hands combined with that Freedom Shovel. How should he put it? In short, he deeply regretted it.

The path was destroyed, and now a most pressing issue lay right before Xiao Yang: how was he supposed to reach the other side?

Lowering his head, he glanced down at the profound underground fissure before him, then withdrew his gaze.

Xiao Yang felt that he had probably manufactured a massive problem for himself.

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Meanwhile, in the real world, right outside Xiao Yang's front door.

Just as Xiao Yang was galloping through the skeleton dungeon, a figure appeared at his doorstep.

It was a young and beautiful figure. Seeming to harbor some deep concern, she paced back and forth before Xiao Yang's door with a flushed face. After a long while, she finally made up her mind, knocked on Xiao Yang's door, and received no response.

Today, Xiao Yang was not at home. Furthermore, owing to his own itchy hands, it would likely be a very long time before he could climb back up.

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