Trapped Inside the Beta Test World for 1000 Years-Chapter 43 – What is this button used for?

The Mushroom People have survived in the perilous Andarheim for so many years, their intelligence is beyond doubt.
Their average IQ is above 3 geese.
After all, the Dark Elves are the type who say, "What? This trade method is too difficult, let's switch to a simpler one." Their favorite trade method is, "Give me money or die," which the Mushroom People call "life-for-money."
So, they frantically wanted to escape.
Besides monetary trade, they are also skilled at excavating ancient ruins.
There is a metal called "pay-to-win," which only exists in Andarheim. It was the main magical metal of the previous era's civilization, comparable to today's mithril. Most ancient pay-to-win ruins are hidden in Andarheim or deeper within it, but those places lack light, making them hard to mine.
The Dark Elves tried using magical illumination, but without exception, it would ignite the ancient accumulated magic around the pay-to-win, causing explosions and collapses.
In contrast, the Mushroom People have a natural advantage.
Their mushroom caps emit light, and it's a cold light source, acting as a natural spotlight. Coupled with their excellent intelligence and small, resilient bodies, every Mushroom Person is an archaeologist, bringing their ruin-exploring techniques to the surface.
The large Fight Club, with its timed flame-throwing devices under the iron net, spinning neon lights, perimeter alarms, and even the magical phonograph playing music, were all made by Maka alone.
Maka could have bought them elsewhere, but even among their own kind, the Mushroom People would charge a hefty sum, and he was too lazy to spend that money, so he simply DIYed it.
So he was very confident.
With the heritage from the previous era's civilization and an IQ as high as 5 geese, he seemed to stand on the shoulders of giants, overlooking these insignificant races.
They surely wouldn't understand these complex and exquisite mechanism designs, even if they did, they wouldn't find the patterns and designs, let alone the illegal immigrants he had hidden.
Feel the crushing power of intelligence, you bunch of trash!
—Until Xia Ya suddenly asked:
"What does this button do?"
Button?
I don't remember setting any touch ports outside!
Maka was startled and quickly rushed to the source of the voice.
"No——————"
The Mushroom Person's voice was like a boiling kettle.
"You—you come down! Don't touch that!!"
He was so shocked that his small eyes were wide open. How did that Half-Elf do it?
Xia Ya was standing on a table, with an open ceiling above him, from which a control panel hung down, with only one big red button on the table.
Strictly speaking, there was a line of text from the previous era under the button, of which Maka only understood a tenth, but he deeply understood what it meant:
Activate self-destruct program!!!
This Fight Club hidden beneath the slums was actually a vehicle. A mobile base vehicle excavated from ancient ruins. It was far superior to any steam locomotive or carriage, running as a vehicle, rooting as a small base, and as long as the energy was sufficient, it could go anywhere.
Just dig a thirty-meter-deep pit at the destination, bury the vehicle, and press the deploy button, and within an hour, a space capable of supporting nearly a thousand people would be set up underground.
That's how the club venue was.
This was his biggest secret, and also the biggest secret of the Astan City Fight Club.
He had pocketed a large sum of money from the headquarters intended for building the venue, all because of the existence of this base vehicle!
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But,
Why did this damn Half-Elf find the self-destruct button of the base vehicle so easily???
I even hid it in the ceiling and you still won't let it go? Are you sick? Why are you messing with the ceiling for no reason?
"Come down now!"
Maka was so anxious that his pupils dilated.
Others also rushed over upon hearing the commotion.
The floor inside was a black-and-white checkered pattern like a chessboard, with each square being quite large.
Except for Mia, everyone else was standing on a white square.
Xia Ya was on the table, with Yveline holding the table for him.
"What happened? Xia Ya, why are you standing on the table?"
"Maka, didn't you say you didn't hide anything? What's with this big button?"
"Damn it, everyone shut up!"
Maka's entire focus was on the button, his mind racing.
"Don't touch it, Xia Ya, I can promise you anything, just don't touch it... Yesterday, no, all the money you earned the day before yesterday, I'll give it to you! Just don't touch it!"
"You have to tell me what it does." Xia Ya asked, "Why are you so nervous?"
"Because it... it consumes a lot of energy!" Maka's mouth was dry. "And then... then it lights up all the lights! They can't be turned off until they're all burned out! Yes, that's it, it'll cost me a fortune! You can't afford it!"
"Oh, I see... I want to see!"
Xia Ya pressed the switch.
"Beep—"
'Self-destruct program activated, countdown 10 minutes...'
The room's light suddenly dimmed, and all self-luminous objects glowed with a scarlet light, flickering and illuminating Maka's grim face.
The Mushroom Person hesitated for only a second before rushing to the cabinet on the right with a speed completely inconsistent with his own, opening the cabinet door and twisting a ceramic jar.
He moved so fast that the others hadn't even reacted when they heard a few clanking sounds, and Simon and the others suddenly disappeared from the white squares beneath their feet, falling unexpectedly.
Judging by the sound of water that followed, their lives were not in immediate danger.
As the owner of the base vehicle, this was just one of the many insignificant means Maka had prepared against enemies. As he twisted the ceramic jar, a bottle emitting a faint purple light appeared in his other hand, which he smashed heavily on the ground!
Bang!
The vial shattered, and a durian scent wafted through the air.
Mia hurriedly gripped her cross pendant, erecting a shield.
"Xia Ya, Xia Ya, come in quickly... Oh, why are there four people, oh I'm so dizzy... uh huh..."
The girl hadn't finished speaking before she collapsed softly, and the shield she was supporting vanished in an instant.
Xia Ya quickly jumped down, letting Mia fall into his arms.
"Tch, you did that on purpose." The Dark Elf said jealously.
"Jealous? Want to hold her? This holy light power won't burn you to death."
Xia Ya made a face at the Dark Elf, placing the cow priestess on a soft chair.
Maka watched him move back and forth in the purple mist with wide eyes.
Maka said, "You..."
Xia Ya: "What about me?"
Maka: "No..."
Xia Ya: "I am."
Maka: "No, I mean... you... how..."
"Ah, you're so annoying!" Yveline glared at Xia Ya, tossing a small bottle in front of Maka.
"Here, this is why we're still standing!"
A few minutes ago, Xia Ya had found this small bottle of medicine from a set of armor on a rack, and Yveline now understood that it was probably an antidote for the purple mist.
As for how he knew so clearly, who cares? It's not like it was the first time.
"So, so what if you can counteract the paralysis potion!"
Maka slumped to the ground in despair.
"It's over, it's all over... just wait to die. Being blown up by the self-destruct is death, being poor is death, might as well just die!!"
"What nonsense are you talking about..."
Xia Ya chuckled, tapping the red button twice more.
"Ding dong—"
'Self-destruct program deactivated.'
"What?"