The Never-Ending Insects-This Was Definitely an Innate Material

"I knew it!"

Qin Yang stomped his foot viciously.

When people played games, the first person to explore a new map even got a reward.

In other books, getting the first-kill achievement always came with great benefits.

But what about him? He was the only one who had personally witnessed how the World of the Dead was opened up, how it went from nothing to something, yet he had not gotten a damn thing.

He had been the first to cross the Bitter Sea and reach the Other Shore. He was not asking for some first-kill achievement or any reward. At the very least, he should have been able to pick up something valuable first. His standards were low—even two rainflower pebbles to keep as souvenirs would have been enough.

Yet what was the reality? He could not even see a single hair! As far as the eye could see, it was utterly desolate. Other than black soil, there were black rocks and black sand.

Facts proved that getting there too quickly and too early was not necessarily a good thing.

The land had only just been drawn into existence. Could he expect anything good to have evolved upon it? After walking for a while, Qin Yang looked over the barren expanse, sighed, took out two recliners, tossed one to the Novelist, then flopped onto the other and closed his eyes to play dead.

"Not walking anymore. Let's wait and let this place evolve for a while first."

With his eyes closed, he entered the Sea Eye and began flipping through the storybook.

He wanted to see whether any new settings had appeared.

After reading for quite a while, he found nothing but minor, unimportant settings. There was nothing significant. Qin Yang held his pen, and his hands began to