At that moment, the strange voices echoed in Han Feng's mind once more.
"Do you think he can hear us?"
"Impossible! He's just a human, not a god. How could he possibly hear us talking?"
"But look at his face. He seems like he really understands."
Han Feng's eyes widened in shock. He muttered to himself, "This isn't an illusion!"
This time, he was absolutely certain—the voices were coming from the seeds in his hand.
That raised a bigger question.
Why could he hear the seeds talking?
And if he could hear them, could he also hear other objects speak?
A thought flashed through his mind. He turned his gaze to a nearby boulder.
Suddenly, a hoarse voice rang in his head.
"Kid, what are you staring at? I'm just an ordinary rock, nothing special. Don't even think about using me for anything."
Han Feng narrowed his eyes, deep in thought. Then, he suddenly remembered something.
The Heavenly Dao had mentioned earlier that every survivalist would awaken a random talent.
So, this must be his talent—the ability to hear the voices of objects!
With that realization, Han Feng focused his mind, and a semi-transparent panel, about half a meter wide, suddenly appeared in front of him.
This was his Game Interface.
The interface was divided into five sections: World Channel, Regional Channel, Trade Hall, Attribute Panel, and Private Messages.
His eyes scanned through them quickly before stopping at the Attribute Panel. He tapped it open.
Survivalist: Han Feng
Zone: 10086Level: 1Experience: 0/100
Stats:
Strength: 8 (Below average by universal standards)
Agility: 10 (Average by universal standards)
Defense: 5 (Far below average by universal standards)
Spirit Power: 11 (Slightly above average by universal standards)
Overall Evaluation: A very ordinary physique, with no remarkable strengths. Completely unremarkable.
Talent: Healing (This ability will grow stronger as the level increases.)
Han Feng frowned.
His talent was Healing?
Then what about his ability to hear the voices of objects?
He didn't dwell on it too long. Regardless of the reason, gaining an extra ability in this dangerous survival world was a good thing.
The more skills he had, the better his chances of survival.
Taking a deep breath, Han Feng decided to stop overanalyzing and focus on the immediate challenges ahead.
Closing the game panel, he pulled out the two blueprints from his bag, ready to study them.
Just then, a female voice called out, "Hey, you over there! Come here for a second."
Han Feng looked up and saw three women standing under a large tree in the distance.
These must be the other three survivalists assigned to this island.
Without hesitation, he walked toward them.
As he approached, he took a closer look at the three women.
The girl on the left seemed to be around nineteen or twenty years old. She was petite, with soft, curly golden hair that shimmered like sunlight.
Her lips curled into a playful smile, revealing two small dimples on her cheeks, making her look incredibly sweet and charming.
But what truly caught Han Feng's attention was her… overwhelming frontline presence.
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. That's quite something.
Shifting his gaze, he examined the woman in the middle.
She appeared to be in her early thirties, with a mature and graceful aura.
Her long, flowing black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the subtle smile on her lips was both inviting and enigmatic. She carried an air of confidence and mystery, like a ripened fruit full of hidden allure.
Lastly, his gaze landed on the woman on the right.
She was in her early twenties, tall and slender with well-defined curves. Her delicate features were striking, but her expression was cold and distant.
Her jet-black hair was tied into a high ponytail, giving her a sharp, no-nonsense demeanor—like a beautiful but thorny rose.
After briefly observing them, Han Feng took the initiative to introduce himself.
"Hello, everyone. My name is Han Feng. It's nice to meet you all."
The blonde girl giggled. "I'm Yue Lingshan!" She tilted her head playfully and scanned him from head to toe. "Han Feng, you're really handsome!"
Han Feng rubbed his nose awkwardly.
Handsome?
That was exactly why he got sentenced to a thousand years in prison by the Heavenly Dao!
Thinking about it still made him frustrated.
The mature woman chuckled softly. "I'm Zhao Yunxi."
The cold-looking woman merely nodded and said, "Liu Chushuang."
After the introductions, Zhao Yunxi spoke up.
"Since we're already here in the Survival Zone, we should focus on what matters. Right now, the priority is building a shelter before nightfall."
Han Feng agreed. "How do we build one?"
Constructing a shelter was easier said than done. Even the simplest wooden cabin required a large amount of timber.
But looking around, there weren't many trees on the island to begin with.
Zhao Yunxi smirked. "It's simple."
She reached into her inventory, pulled out a blueprint, and placed it on the ground.
A moment later, something amazing happened.
The blueprint began to glow with soft golden light, illuminating the area like the first rays of dawn.
Then, within the light, a small straw hut gradually took shape.
At first, it was just a hazy outline, like a mirage.
But as the glow faded, the hut became solid and real.
Now, standing before them was a fully-formed straw hut, simple yet cozy, exuding a sense of peace and security.
"Zhao-jie, how did you do that?" Yue Lingshan's eyes widened in astonishment.
Zhao Yunxi smiled. "This is a Hut Blueprint. If you place it on the ground, it automatically constructs a small hut."
"That's amazing!"
Han Feng's eyes lit up. He quickly took out his two blueprints from his bag.
One depicted a straw hut, identical to the one Zhao Yunxi used.
The other showed a wooden fence, likely a Fence Blueprint to protect their living space.
"Zhao-jie, I'm a little scared of staying alone. Can I build my hut next to yours?" Yue Lingshan pleaded, eyes full of expectation.
Zhao Yunxi chuckled. "Of course."
"Yay!"
Overjoyed, Yue Lingshan took out her blueprint and placed it beside Zhao Yunxi's hut.
A moment later, another small hut materialized.
Liu Chushuang silently examined the placement, then set her hut next to theirs.
Han Feng followed their lead and stepped forward to build his own.
Just as he was about to place the blueprint—
Liu Chushuang suddenly snorted coldly.
"You can't build your hut here."
Han Feng blinked. "Why not?"
Liu Chushuang crossed her arms. "Simple. You're a man. You can build your hut elsewhere."