Early in the morning, An Ling woke up right on time according to her biological clock and glanced at the time remaining on her pendant—it was just past six.
She washed up simply and took out some food to settle today’s breakfast.
Currently, food wasn’t scarce, but some basic supplies were running very low. The island needed development as well; at the very least, she should use these few days to expand her sea island as much as possible.
An Ling boiled the fresh water in the filtration device, made a bowl of vegetable soup, and added a box of cookies. A simple breakfast was soon ready.
Before she returned to her own sea island, whether it was her cleanliness or fullness levels, both always stayed above the warning line. After another day of refreshing, her Survival Points increased by 2 again.
“Another dull and tasteless day.”
An Ling stepped outside the wooden cabin. This time, the island’s area had expanded, completely different from the crowded state before. Now she could safely walk around the cabin without worry.
Just as she picked up the Fishing Rod to start fishing, she suddenly remembered, “Right, my Fishing Net.” She recalled there was a simple Triangle Fishing Net still hanging behind the cabin.
At the moment, the net already had a lot of supplies caught, though not as much as An Ling had imagined.
Whether it was the state of the cabin or the outside, neither looked like she’d been gone for five days. It was unusual, but she was already used to it.
[Simple Fishing Net has collected supplies: Salmon1, Squid2, Cod2, Wood15, Wooden Box1, Gauze2, Thatch5, Plastic10.]
“There are still a few fish—great!”
An Ling was quite pleased. Now that she had fire and hot water, she could easily make fish soup.
The only pity was that she had nothing to preserve food. The temperature difference between day and night on the island was huge. If these unsealed foods weren’t eaten soon, they’d spoil for nothing.
She casually opened the Wooden Box. There was no lock.
[Building Card1, Iron Nail10, Scrap Iron*5.]
Talk about a stroke of luck. An Ling picked up the Building Card from the box—on the front was an image of a Raft.
“Raft? Does this mean we can actually leave the island?” An Ling was a bit puzzled. Although a Raft was of no use to her, two Survival Points were tempting enough; she had to build it.
She used up Bamboo20, Wood5, Rope4, and constructed a 44-sized Raft, matching her island’s basic area.
[Unlocked Raft. Reward: Premium Underwear*4]
[The Raft can also serve as a survival base, drifting on the sea, where danger and opportunity coexist.]
[Tip: The Raft, just like the island, holds infinite possibilities. Choosing the Raft will abandon the island; all supplies will be transferred over.]
An Ling paused, a little dazed by the two prompts that popped up at the bottom.
So the Raft worked the same as the island—the only difference was one could move at any time, the other was fixed in place.
But thinking it through, the Raft felt way too unsafe, so she decisively refused.
However, the Raft didn’t disappear, but remained docked at the side of the island, apparently for emergency use.
With that, she unlocked a series of equipment—Oar, Iron Anchor, Fishing Rod, and so on.
But An Ling already had a starter Fishing Rod, and building another didn’t yield any Survival Points, so she made the other two items and earned 2 Survival Points.
Just right for fixing the Raft in place to keep it from drifting with the current.
As for the system’s reward of daily necessities—Menstrual Pads, underwear, socks—she was no longer surprised.
Making Wooden Arrows required Feather1 and Wood1, and each time produced ten arrows. So far, An Ling hadn’t found any other use for feathers, so she used all 30 feathers and made 300 Wooden Arrows. Only the first batch gave her 1 Survival Point as a reward.
After finishing all this, she finally finished processing all the gains from her return to the island and could peacefully start fishing for supplies.
Although she still had Survival Points left unused, the island’s current size was more than enough. Her intuition told her that saving up some points was always a good idea.
While fishing for supplies, An Ling opened the Light Screen, glancing at the chat among the other survivors to pass the time.
But in an instant, her eyes were drawn to a line of small text at the very bottom of the chat module.
There it showed the channel number and number of people, which was usually green.
But now, the font for the remaining number of people had turned faintly yellow, and where there had once been 100,000 people, only 80,000 remained. In other words, this new survivor island had seen a shocking one-fifth death rate.
The yellow font was eye-catching. An Ling couldn’t help but click on it, and a prompt immediately popped up.
[When channel population drops below 50,000, districts will be merged.]
The important part wasn’t the merge—An Ling felt it was the system’s way of screening. Those who survived each elimination would only become stronger.
At first glance, this seemed like good news—without useless teammates, everyone could clear the island faster together. But deep down, she felt a hint of unease.
“It’s terrifying! We were trapped in an asylum full of Zombies. Out of fifty people, only eight survived. And you tell me this is a newbie island?!”
“Damn, brother, you’re lucky to be alive!”
“Tch, that’s nothing. We were trapped in a manor, and a White-haired Girl turned the tide and saved us all. That’s real skill, or else we’d all be dead.”
“White hair?! Brother, you gotta introduce her to me!”
“Sss~ I can sing, dance, rap, and I’m an idol. Can anyone spare me a bottle of water?”
“Die, you sissy! How did someone like you not die?!”
“Pfft.” An Ling couldn’t help but laugh. This bunch really was quite interesting. Still, there was something strange.
With so many people, not one had leaked any information about the profession cards. Very odd. An Ling didn’t believe she was the only chosen one. Even with luck on her side, it was impossible she was the only one to get a profession card out of so many.
It seemed everyone here was clever enough not to reveal such information casually.
She’d wanted to learn more, but now it looked like there was no chance.