Chapter 693 - Construction of the Secret Base (2/2)

After a while, Roland quickly walked out of the grass, getting a few more cuts on the back of his hands and face from the miscanthus.

Then he descended the mountain and pedaled home.

It was only about 20:45 when he returned home.

He bathed, and in the process, the warm water touched his wounds. It was itchy and painful, making him very uncomfortable.

He eventually rubbed in some anti-itch drops and that made it better.

Then he went shopping online and ordered five small oxygen bottles, about a liter or so in volume, which the seller said was enough for a normal adult male to breathe for about three hours.

It was enough.

Oxygen bottles alone were just for emergencies. He had to get an air circulation system in the underground base.

This would have been a very difficult thing to do.

But with magic power, things became easy.

After Roland entered the game, he found the light spell Sunlight and optimized its nodes to reduce the range of the light and the magic power consumed, and increase the duration.

This spell took him three days.

Modifying Hand of Magic took him another day.

Then, in reality, the oxygen bottles were delivered to his house.

That day he climbed out of the virtual cabin, washed up, and set about making preparations.

First, he bought two large bottles of mineral water and some saltine crackers from the community’s mini-department store and packed these into his duffel bag.

He also packed in the five small oxygen bottles.

He then asked his father for the keys to the SUV, saying that he was going to be out of town all day and would probably be back in the evening

His parents didn’t say anything.

It was normal for their son to go out of town as an adult.

Throwing the duffel bag into the trunk of the car, Roland didn’t rush over to the secret base, but instead took a detour to the flower market and bought two pots of greenery and threw them in the trunk. Only then did he drive to the Huixian River Park.

It was normal working hours now, and there was still no one in the Huixian River Park. Even if there were workers engaged in the project, they were far away, and they would not come to this kind of place where the road had been paved.

Roland grabbed his duffel bag, hefted the two plants, and followed the cement path, heading for the top of the mountain.

When he came near the secret base, Roland deliberately stopped and checked his surroundings to make sure no one was nearby before heading over to the secret base. This time four tiny Hands of Magic opened the way, two helping to pluck away the dense mountain grass and the other two in front beating at the ground ahead.

This was to beat the grass and scare the snake, lest Roland step on it and get bitten.

Having been prepared, Roland made it to the mountain wall this time with barely a cut from the miscanthus.

Rock to Mud!

The mountain walls parted and the dark passage appeared. Roland stepped into it, the rock wall behind him closing up automatically under his control.

The illumination ball lit the way. Roland put his duffel bag down, found an oxygen bottle, opened the cap, and waited for the oxygen to puff out, then Roland’s two Hands of Magic held his duffel bag while the other two carried the pots and followed him.

With everything ready, Roland rolled up his sleeves, excitement bursting from his eyes.

The digging process continued.

The pit continued downward, Roland keeping an eye on his mana levels while balancing his use of Rock to Mud.

By the time about an hour had passed, he estimated that he had dug to the bottom of the center of the mountain and stopped.

This spot was about right.

It was probably about a hundred meters from the ground.

He began to expand the width of the hollow. Of course, he was not stupid, and to keep the mountain from collapsing, he would erect a load-bearing pillar after expanding the width a certain amount.

Then he felt a little tired.

He pulled out his phone to check the time. It was around one in the afternoon.

With his magic power almost depleted, he sat on the smooth rock floor and looked at the 20 by 30 by 4 square space with a satisfied look. “This is Roland’s secret base, and no one else knows about it except me, and no one else can get in.”

Roland opened and held his hands high in the air and laughed.

Men were teenagers until they died, and teenagers all longed for their own secret base.

Then he opened his duffel bag, took out the mineral water and crackers, and ate them up.

It was quiet, very quiet, and there was a special sense of peace in Roland’s mind when he was inside.

Because he knew that it was safe, that it was private, and no matter what he did here, no one would know.

The vast majority of people would never have a space completely to themselves in their lifetime.

After eating and drinking, he used Transform to Mana on himself twice to replenish about a third of his magic power.

Then he used Sunlight. A golden ball of light replaced Illumination and appeared in this space, illuminating every inch of it.

Then he placed the two pots of greenery in the corner and drenched them with mineral water.

Sunlight, water, plants!

This completed the three elements of air circulation.

Roland knew that two plants were not enough to produce the air a normal man needed.

It didn’t matter; every time he came, he could bring two pots of hardy plants, and it wouldn’t take long for the number of plants to be enough.

“Then, this wall can be cut out and made into a four-tiered potting shelf.”

Roland smiled, a gleam in his eyes.