marvel cube player

In the early morning in New York City, young ladies wearing cool clothes were wearing headphones, moving their long legs, shaking their proud assets, and running up and down along the beach to exercise.

Behind them, a group of energetic teenagers followed behind with red faces and gnashing teeth, always maintaining a constant distance.

Behind the group of young men who were looking up, Steve was walking behind with a silly smile on his face.

He guessed right, the refreshing mechanism of those zombies is similar to the refreshing mechanism of monsters in Minecraft.

It’s just that the zombie skeletons here in the real world are relatively mindless, but they will also become illusory again before the sun comes up, until they disappear.

After dawn, the zombies, drowned corpses and skeletons trapped in the pit disappeared.

Steve still remembered Natasha all the way up the block, but when he looked in the pit, the living planks were still there, but Natasha was gone.

Steve didn't care when Natasha had left.

After exploding the artifact, people feel refreshed during happy events, and Steve laughs all the way.

Moreover, Natasha, the black widow from S.H.I.E.L.D., is also gone, no more troublesome people, no more trouble.

Now he has a trident enchanted with lightning in his left hand, and a workbench in his right hand!

Don’t be afraid of wandering around the world!

As for the three points of durability of the trident?

As we all know, treasures are saved for last!

If one use deducts a bit of durability, then Steve will have at least three chances to use Big Baby to save his life!

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

The policewoman who took his money sent him to Black Gate Prison here.

Women are liars!

"You have to find a place to stay, and at least you have to use all the tools you need to enter the Stone Age." Steve thought back to when he used a wooden knife to beat the brainless fifth-level elite to drown last night.

He smashed two wooden knives into pieces before he could beat the rich second-generation drowned corpse with a problem in his head to death.

If this kind of attack power were used in a more open environment, Steve would be driven crazy.

So, he now has two things he must do.

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

Then it was time to update all the tools in his body, accelerating his entry into the Stone Age, which was imminent.

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

A mere eight hundred dollars is not actually a lot of money in New York, a super prosperous seaside trading port city, but it is still enough to move from a basement in Brooklyn to another in Manhattan.

Why even look for a basement?

If it were in my world, Steve would dare to build the house to an altitude of more than meters.

But in New York, if Steve dared to build his own house to the ground, I'm afraid it would be violently demolished by SHIELD or some other demolition agency the next day.

Only the underground is the place that no one can control.

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

"There are three sets of log cubes in the backpack, another set of wooden boards, some sticks, half a set of stones, one set of soil, one set of sand, and half a set of cement cubes."

"To build an underground villa, this material is not enough. We also need some wood and a lot of food. We also need coal to make torches, otherwise zombies will pop out while digging." Steve absentmindedly added eight Place the stone on the workbench.

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

There was a flash of white light, and Steve picked up the workbench that had been synthesized into another workbench, 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 at the moment.

If you want to build an underground villa, if there is no other light source, the torch will be the only light source.

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

Pick up the slightly warm charcoal and put it on the workbench. Use the wooden sticks to accompany the charcoal to form a torch that will never go out!

"Torches obtained: 64."

"Each torch can burn for a week."

Steve held a torch and turned it hard in the air, but the flame burned steadily without even moving. "Well, except for the fact that this torch does not have the property of being incombustible, the rest is the same as My world’s torches are moving closer.”

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

"We have torches, and there is no shortage of wood for the time being, haha! My underground villa! Here I come!"

Standing in the corner and taking out the three wooden picks he had just made, Steve immersed himself in digging step by step. This time he had a wooden ladder on him, so he was not afraid of digging deeper.

"I want to build a big underground villa that can accommodate ninety-nine beautiful ladies!"

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

At night, Steve didn't dare to stay in the basement. If another zombie wave appeared, it would be too late for him to die.

So in the evening, Steve would go out to prepare food for the villa for the next day, and also go to parks with brighter lights to plant trees.

There was no wood resource underground, so he replaced eight forest parks in New York City in three days.

Steve was so immersed in his delusion of building an underground villa that he didn't notice that a woman wearing a black hat, a mask and black sunglasses would often pass by the door of the basement he rented out.

Five kilometers underground, Steve was smacking the beef burger he bought from a burger shop while numbly waving the stone manuscript and hitting the stone hard.

"jump!"

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

He dug out a very large square hole.

It is twenty blocks high, four hundred blocks wide, and four hundred blocks long.

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

And right in the middle of this oversized cave space, a small pocket stone house a few meters high stood in it.

There is a wooden sign on the wooden door that reads: "Steve's underground villa."

"Phew, 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.

Just as Steve was thinking about how to decorate this large underground hole, a black figure fell at the entrance of his underground villa.

Natasha lay on the ground gasping for air. She had just sneaked into Steve's newly rented basement and discovered that Steve had dug a vertical passage leading underground.

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

"Who would dig a five-kilometer-deep underground passage!!!!" Natasha lay on the cold stone floor with a look of despair. She felt like she couldn't even breathe now.

A five-kilometer vertical ladder, Natasha felt that she had climbed the ladder of her life today!

"Ahem, sorry, I didn't expect a ladder to be an obstacle to travel." Steve held a gray stone knife and squatted in front of the exhausted Natasha.

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