Jiang Lai’s eyes lit up when she saw the 100 Shell Coins displayed next to her name.
If she wanted to spend her money wisely, she needed to first see what she had and what she lacked most.
Jiang Lai quickly took inventory of her belongings.
She was wearing a gray zip-up sports jacket over a white T-shirt.
Her pants matched the jacket—gray sweatpants.
In her pocket, she had a pack of tissues and a pack of wet wipes.
On her feet were flat sneakers with white socks.
When she registered for the game, she’d been holding a big bowl of cut fruit.
She’d been too flustered when she first woke up to care about the fruit, so she’d just set it aside on the boat.
Now, as she checked her things, she was delighted to see the fruit.
It wasn’t just apples, oranges, blueberries, and pears—there was also a big bowl and a fork.
These were all her starting supplies!
Fruit could not only quench her thirst and fill her stomach, but more importantly, it could provide vitamins—a very precious strategic resource.
Unfortunately, cut fruit wouldn’t last long…
Thinking about storage time, Jiang Lai had an idea.
“System, is time frozen for items in the backpack?”
【Yes. Each slot in the backpack can store an unlimited quantity of a single type of item.】
Her guess confirmed, Jiang Lai was even happier.
She thought about putting the bowl of fruit into her backpack, and the next second, it disappeared from the boat and became a small icon in a backpack slot.
Because it was stored as a bowl, all the different fruits could be kept in a single slot.
Jiang Lai realized that to maximize her backpack space, she’d need to rely on storage containers.
The last icon was the chat channel.
Jiang Lai had deliberately saved the chat channel for last, feeling a bit heavy-hearted.
For a game that could transport her here without her noticing, Jiang Lai had some uneasy suspicions.
If she was the only one who’d transmigrated, maybe it was just a fluke.
But if everyone who joined the game had been transported here like her…
Then things were much more complicated.
Jiang Lai tapped the chat channel.
The screen began to scroll rapidly, countless messages flying by.
At a glance, the public chat was filled with question marks and exclamation points.
“What is this place? Is this game for real???”
“I want to go home!!!!!!!!!!”
“What’s going on? Is there anyone who understands? Can someone explain? I’m freaking out!”
“Ahhh!!! There’s something in the water! I reached in to scoop some up and got half my finger bitten off! Does anyone have medicine?”
The more Jiang Lai read, the heavier she felt. Scrolling up, most of the chat was just terrified screams and questions.
There were creatures in the water that could hurt people—don’t go in lightly.
Jiang Lai made a mental note.
She looked at the little white seal pup at her feet, pried open its mouth, and, seeing it didn’t even have teeth yet, felt reassured enough to keep reading the screen.
Everything around her was unfamiliar, so caution was best.
Jiang Lai noticed that after opening the chat channel, there were names displayed.
She was in Zone 68, with a (10000/10000) indicator.
So, each zone had 10,000 people. As for how many zones there were in total, she didn’t know.
The chat channel was divided into three sections: public chat, private chat, and a trading platform.
The public chat was what Jiang Lai had just seen.
Each person could only send ten messages per day in the public chat, which limited pointless spam.
Her private chat was currently empty.
The trading platform was also empty.
The game had just started, and everyone was still adjusting—no one had started trading yet.
What shocked Jiang Lai most was that everyone’s messages in the public chat were under real names, not game nicknames, and looked more like actual names.
But she distinctly remembered not entering her real name or any personal info when she registered.
How did the game know everyone’s names?
With 10,000 people per zone and her being in Zone 68, just how many people worldwide had entered the game?
If so many people had suddenly disappeared, what was happening in the real world?
Jiang Lai had grown up relying on her sister. She’d thought she was the only one who’d transmigrated, but now it seemed like a global apocalypse, and she couldn’t help but worry.
【There are currently 100 zones in the game, with a total of one million players.
In three months, all players on Earth will be brought into the game, and the zones will be merged. Please look forward to it.
As for the one million players who suddenly disappeared from Earth, the game system has performed a memory blur for rationalization.
For these three months, it won’t cause panic among the remaining people on Earth.】
The system’s answer left Jiang Lai with mixed feelings.
She was glad her sudden disappearance wouldn’t worry her sister and brother-in-law.
But she was also anxious—this really was a global apocalypse, and in three months, her loved ones would be dragged into this cruel survival game too.
Thinking of her niece, who had just turned one, Jiang Lai clenched her fists.
Three months. She had to be fully prepared—not just for herself, but for her family.
But that was for later. For now, her first priority was to survive.
With her current supplies, she could last at most three days at sea.
The situation was dire.
Jiang Lai opened her backpack and clicked to claim her newbie gift box.
The next second, a plain, even a bit shabby, dark wooden chest appeared in front of her.
【System treasure chest levels, from low to high: Wooden Chest, Bronze Chest, Silver Chest, Gold Chest, Diamond Chest, and Rare Chest. The higher the level, the lower the chance of fishing one up.】
Jiang Lai nodded. So this wooden chest was the lowest level.
She opened the chest.
【Basic Fishing Rod1, Plain Shirt1, Plain Shorts1, Bottled Water3, Biscuits*2】
The system automatically announced the items in her ear.
Not bad, quite a lot of stuff.
The fishing rod was mini-sized in the chest, but grew to normal size when she took it out.
It made sense—fishing rods were standard for ocean survival.
But the clothes…
Jiang Lai unfolded them for a closer look.
A loose, khaki short-sleeved shirt and shorts, the fabric a bit like linen—not very comfortable.
Three bottles of unbranded water, about 600ml each.
Two packs of biscuits, each with about ten palm-sized pieces in a clear wrapper.
Jiang Lai put everything into her backpack—these were now her most important supplies.
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