Just call the polar bear

My name is Zhang Yanhang, just an ordinary Awakener and a part-time college student living a monotonous life, following the routine of school, cultivation, and home. I neither smoke nor drink; my only hobby is observing humanity during moments when time stands still.
I thought my dull life would continue forever, but one night, as I lay in bed ready to sleep, I unexpectedly stumbled upon something interesting.
【Enter the Ashen World?】
【Option One: Yes (Successfully enter the Ashen World and gain the ability to digitize your body as well as ways to become stronger, the price might be oversleeping and being late for school tomorrow.)】
【Option Two: No (Refuse to enter the Ashen World but feel it's a waste to sleep immediately, so decide to stay up all night gaming and cultivating, the price might be oversleeping and being late for school tomorrow.)】
【Option Three: Ignore for Now (Suggested for those with difficulty making decisions, you will agonize over whether to enter the Ashen World and will only fall asleep at two in the morning, the price might be oversleeping and being late for school tomorrow.)】
ps: The protagonist is not saintly, is decisive and ruthless, and thinks differently from the average person. Please refrain from criticism if this is not to your taste.

Ashen God

Of course, with just over two hundred Crimson Iron Worker Ants, the sample size wasn't rigorous enough. After Zhang Yanhang had killed a few hundred more, it was entirely possible that the Treasure box drop rate could increase, so that an encounter with only seven or eight monsters might yield a Treasure box.


However, there could also be a decrease, such as needing to kill about ten monsters to obtain a Treasure box.


Both scenarios were possible, though the likelihood was quite small. Normally, the sample of over two hundred cases was quite representative of the subsequent drop rate of the Treasure boxes.


Zhang Yanhang glanced at his surroundings. He had consecutively killed about three hundred Crimson Iron Worker Ants here, and now the entire passage was littered with broken exoskeletons and fresh flesh and tissue. The thick crimson bodily fluids were continuously flowing towards the distance due to the force of gravity.


Chapter 153: Crimson Iron Flying Ant