Han Feng turned his gaze to the bra, a contemplative expression flashing across his face.
This thing was of no use to him. Keeping it would be a complete waste. If he could trade it for some useful supplies, that would be ideal.
There were plenty of female players struggling for survival in this place—surely someone would need it, right?
Forget it. He would list it in the trade hall later and see what he could get for it. The sooner he got rid of it, the better—it was just an eyesore!
"Human, why are you staring at me like that? Do you have thoughts about me?"
The bra suddenly spoke.
"Thoughts? On you? You wish! Stop being so narcissistic!" Han Feng rolled his eyes, grabbed the bra, and tossed it into the thatched hut.
Out of sight, out of mind.
With the treasure chests now opened, the next step was dinner. The sky was already dimming, and nightfall wasn't far away.
Since this was his first day here, he had no idea whether the night would bring danger. It was best to eat early and take shelter in the hut as soon as possible.
Without wasting time, Han Feng got to work.
First, he gathered some dry grass and twigs. Then, he cleaned the eight clams he had found earlier and placed them in the frying pan.
The freshest ingredients often required the simplest cooking methods.
Boiling them in water was the best approach—not only could he eat the clam meat, but he could also drink the broth.
However, as soon as the eight clams landed in the pan, they seemed to realize their impending doom. Panic set in.
"Human, what are you doing?!"
"Are you planning to cook us?!"
"This is pure cruelty! Do you even have a heart?"
"Wuu… I just became an adult! I haven't even found a mate yet, and now you want to eat me? Your conscience will condemn you!"
"Human, I will haunt you even in death!"
"Eat me if you want, but you'll get diarrhea!"
"You will die a terrible death!"
…
Listening to the clams' chorus of curses, Han Feng felt a headache coming on. He scowled and snapped, "Shut up, all of you! You're clams—your fate is to be eaten! That's just how the world works! You know what they say—when you can't resist fate, you might as well enjoy it!"
The eight clams: "….."
Enjoy their death? Was he insane?!
Ignoring their protests, Han Feng was about to start a fire when he suddenly realized—he had no lighter.
No fire meant no cooking.
"Brother, hurry up and light the fire! I could use a nice hot bath."
The frying pan urged him.
"Light your sister's *ss!" Han Feng shot back irritably.
The frying pan was confused. "Aren't you cooking clams?"
Han Feng sighed. "I don't have a fire source."
"Hahaha! Brothers, this guy has no way to start a fire!"
"Yes! That means we won't be cooked!"
"The heavens still favor us!"
The eight clams rejoiced.
Han Feng's expression darkened. He grinned wickedly, "You're all sentenced to death today. No matter what, you won't escape. If I can't cook you, I'll just eat you raw."
"What the hell?!"
The clams shuddered in terror.
"Big bro, stop wasting time with them! Just eat them!"
The entrenching shovel egged him on.
Han Feng shot the shovel a glare. "Nobody asked you!"
He wasn't actually going to eat them raw—what if he got food poisoning?
The shovel muttered under its breath, "What did I say wrong now?"
Ignoring it, Han Feng opened the game panel and scanned through the five sections, finally settling on the Trade Hall.
Maybe someone was selling a lighter or matches. It was worth a try.
[Trade Listings]
Player Wu Chuhong: Selling a pair of black stockings. Looking for one bottle of mineral water and one loaf of bread.
Player Aizawa Minami: Selling a photobook (very steamy). Will accept any food in exchange.
Player Pan Li: Selling a personal undergarment. Looking for one bottle of mineral water or one loaf of bread.
Han Feng's face darkened.
What kind of ridiculous trades were these?
Did these people not understand that food and water were incredibly valuable in survival mode?
Who in their right mind would trade food and water for a pair of stockings?
Just as he had that thought, a transaction was completed.
[Player Zheng Dapao traded one bottle of mineral water for Player Wu Chuhong's black stockings.]
Han Feng: "….."
Someone actually did it?!
What the hell was he planning to do with the stockings—snuggle with them at night?
Han Feng shook his head, exasperated, and continued browsing.
Player Ge Haotian: Selling one nose hair. Looking for one bottle of mineral water.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
Han Feng cursed out loud.
Where had this lunatic come from?!
Absolutely disgusting!
Spitting in disgust, he scrolled further down.
Thankfully, the later listings were more reasonable.
However, he still found no one selling a lighter or matches.
"Sigh…"
Han Feng sighed in disappointment, about to close the Trade Hall, when a new listing appeared.
[Player Yan Tao: Selling one magnifying glass. Looking for two bottles of mineral water.]
Han Feng's eyes lit up.
A magnifying glass wasn't a direct fire source, but it could create fire under the right conditions.
And best of all, it didn't run out. As long as there was sunlight, he could make fire whenever he needed.
Without hesitation, he grabbed two empty bottles and filled them with purified water, placing them into the trade window.
Suddenly, a message popped up.
[Player Yan Tao requires two bottles of mineral water. Your items do not meet the trade requirements. Transaction failed.]
Han Feng frowned.
Would purified water be acceptable?
Or should he trade two bottles of Pulsar instead?
But Pulsar was far more valuable than mineral water. Trading two bottles for a magnifying glass seemed like a rip-off.
After a brief moment of thought, he messaged Yan Tao directly.
Han Feng: Bro, will you accept two bottles of purified water instead?
Yan Tao: Is it drinkable?
Han Feng: Not only is it drinkable, but it contains essential minerals—better than regular mineral water!
Yan Tao: Deal.
Han Feng: Update the trade listing.
Once Yan Tao updated the trade terms, they quickly completed the exchange.
Holding the magnifying glass, Han Feng adjusted its angle towards a pile of dry grass, focusing the sunlight onto a single point.
Soon, a bright dot appeared on the grass.
The sun wasn't at its peak anymore, but maybe it would still work.
"Big bro, what are you doing?" The entrenching shovel asked curiously.
"Starting a fire." Han Feng replied absentmindedly.
"With that thing?"
"Your IQ is too low to understand the science behind it. Just sit there and watch."
"Uhh…"
The shovel shut up.
After waiting for a while, Han Feng noticed that the grass still hadn't started burning. He started getting impatient.
He glared at the magnifying glass and yelled, "Hey, little mirror! Work harder and set this grass on fire already!"