At this moment, someone might ask, why not strengthen the pistol?
After all, there is still a chance of encountering danger upon landing on the island.
But An Ling’s reasoning was that since this was a beginner island, first, the danger level wouldn’t be too high, and second, who knows what the pistol would turn into after strengthening?
What if it became a rifle?
She wouldn’t be able to carry it at all.
“Wait, isn’t this the ability of an upgrade card?”
An Ling tilted her head and thought for a moment, then decided, whatever!
It’s a beginner island after all, so stocking up should be the priority.
A useful backpack comes first and foremost.
Surely no one would be expected to land on the island completely naked like a caveman; within the rules, carrying supplies should definitely be allowed.
With that in mind, An Ling directly used the upgrade card on her camo backpack.
As the card disappeared, the entire camo backpack changed at that moment.
Its size remained the same, but its appearance turned into a black-gray color, with a white little bear hanging from the zipper.
Not bad-looking.
【Dual-Purpose Spatial Storage Backpack: Survivor’s Exclusive, Essential for Survival!】
Sure enough, when An Ling opened the backpack, she saw a 4×4 grid of black squares inside.
Besides this spatial storage, the backpack could still be used to store other items normally.
Sixteen slots—half the size of a storage box grid.
An Ling then took out the resource she had the most of to test.
Iron nails—she had 58 of them now.
Placing them in the box showed the quantity directly, obviously not reaching the limit.
But in the backpack, only 50 appeared; the remaining 8 were automatically arranged in a second slot.
“It seems their capacities are different,” An Ling concluded carefully.
She then reorganized her supplies and continued her fishing.
She was also hoping to get another key today.
Time quickly passed to noon, and arranging supplies had taken up quite a bit of her time.
In less than two hours, if luck was on her side, she might encounter two wooden boxes, but with the bonus of being a Lucky Emperor, An Ling managed to fish out three, all locked.
Great—no keys obtained yet, and now there were three more locked wooden boxes.
Besides that, the other common supplies she fished out were pretty ordinary.
She got: bandages *2, ropes *3, wood *5.
Few in number, but An Ling didn’t mind.
She understood that, as the Lucky Emperor, opening boxes was her only way forward.
So her target had always been the wooden boxes; the ordinary supplies were fixed and couldn’t help her much.
Back in the wooden hut, An Ling grabbed a pack of compressed biscuits and started eating.
This time it was pineapple-flavored.
She followed it with a bottle of water, and that was her lunch settled.
Compressed biscuits weren’t tasty—at least, not to her—but right now, they were the only food she had plenty of, so she had to find a way to finish them.
That was An Ling’s style: saving the tasty stuff for last, eating what she disliked first.
Just then, a faint vibration came from her right hand.
Looking carefully, it was a message on the system screen.
“Survivor 37 from yesterday?”
Opening the stranger’s chat, An Ling brightened up the moment she saw the message.
Survivor 37: “Bro, I have a key here. Do you want it………?”
An Ling: “Yes, of course! Still trading for food?”
Survivor 37: “Yep, anything but compressed biscuits is fine. I want to save it for when I land on the island tomorrow……….”
How would it feel to get a key for the locked wooden boxes today?
An Ling’s polite words yesterday really worked; she didn’t expect the other party to actually reach out.
An Ling: “One cream bread and one bottle of water. I’ll throw in an extra bottle of water for you. Remember to come to me next time.”
Survivor 37: “Thanks, bro, you’re really a good person!”
This time, no ellipsis at the end, so he must have been genuinely happy.
Holding the key in her hand, An Ling hurriedly approached one of the wooden boxes, eager to open it.
Before opening, she even shook them to hear which one had more supplies inside.
“You’re the one!”
She chose the lightest wooden box to open.
What did that mean?
There was a high chance of a card inside.
The heavier the wooden box, the smaller the chance of a card, since the supplies in locked wooden boxes shouldn’t vary too much.
Sure enough, the small box was empty except for a purple card quietly lying at the bottom.
Building Card!
Although not as lucky as last time, it was still pretty good.
When else would she get such luck?
An Ling quickly picked up the card and looked at the image on the front—a round iron stove.
【Iron Stove Building Card: No need to say more, a household essential. Requires materials: Scrap Iron *10. Earns Points *2.】
She glanced at the nearby storage box.
Good—she currently had no scrap iron.
No worries, the screen had a trading system.
Two iron nails could be traded for one scrap iron; in a short time, she managed to get 10 scrap iron.
An Ling placed the iron stove next to her workbench and bed, not in the center because that spot was near another window in the wooden hut, which could serve as a chimney.
If she had a container now, she could boil water directly.
The stove was small, even smaller than an ordinary wooden box.
It could be fueled with charcoal, wood, and straw—anything that burned steadily.
At the very bottom, it even displayed burn time.
Others might not be able to get fire started, but An Ling was different—she had a lighter!
【Successfully built heating facility, rewarded Iron Pot *1, Wooden Bowl and Chopsticks *1.】
“Damn, exactly what I needed, just when I thought about it!”
Suddenly, an iron pot appeared out of thin air above the stove, complete with a lid—just the right size for a regular kitchen.
As for the bowls and chopsticks, they were all wooden, treated and smooth, no worries about breaking.
Honestly, wooden chopsticks were much better to use than stainless steel ones.
With plenty of free time, her top priority now was to hurry and start fishing in the afternoon.
She still had to organize her backpack in the evening to prepare for tomorrow’s island landing.