Raft for All: I'm guaranteed to get a golden affix when I upgrade!

The other side replied extremely quickly.

"I know it's valuable!"

"But I was so cold, I couldn't feel anything in my hands and feet!"

"This blueprint requires two pieces of glass, but I've never even seen what glass looks like, so I can't possibly make it."

"If I freeze to death here tonight, even the best blueprints will be nothing but a piece of waste paper."

"Please, give it to me!"

Xiao Zheng nodded slightly.

Faced with an absolute threat of death, long-term interests must give way to immediate survival.

The other person is a very clear-headed person.

He turned to look at the perfect barbecue grill.

Take three ordinary wooden planks from your personal inventory.

It was stuffed directly into the eerie blue flames at the edge of the fire pit.

hula.

The top of the wooden board was quickly ignited, and bright yellow flames shot up along the wood grain.

He pulled back the burning plank.

Add it to the trading list.

Click send.

"Considering the value of the blueprints, I'll give you three."

"Use it sparingly and try to find some wood to keep the fire going."

Ding.

The system notification sound is crisp and pleasant.

[Transaction complete.]

[Lost: 3 Burning Torches.]

[Received: Basic Water Purifier Blueprint x1.]

Lin Xiaoya immediately sent a series of messages.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"I thought you'd only give me a torch at most!"

"From now on, if I have anything good, I'll definitely trade with you first!"

Xiao Zheng didn't reply and casually closed the chat window.

It's just a transaction, mutually beneficial.

He obtained the blueprints for a stable water production, and the other party's life was saved.

Continue scrolling down the information list.

The further you go, the more bizarre and unusual the attachments become.

Moldy dry bread crumbs.

Black kelp with a fishy, ​​foul smell.

People even treasure the rotten entrails of unknown fish.

They ignored it the whole way.

Scroll to the bottom.

A message came into view.

The profile picture is of an elderly man with a weathered face and gray hair.

Sender: Li Jianguo.

Age: 88 years old.

Xiao Zheng opened the private chat box.

What the other party sent was not an item.

Instead, four trading boxes were placed directly.

An initial plastic hook with cracked edges.

Two damp, ordinary wooden planks.

An empty plastic bottle filled with murky seawater.

A tangled mass of black, withered grass.

This is all the old man has to his name to survive most of the day.

"Young man, my eyesight is failing me, I can't catch anything with the hook."

"I don't know anything about survival games."

"I just really can't take it anymore."

"I won't change the torch. Even if there's a fire, I won't be able to keep it burning for long."

"If you could give me something to eat."

"Take all this junk."

"Let this old man have a full stomach before he goes on his way."

Xiao Zheng leaned against the warm metal casing, staring at the few lines of rough text.

My gaze lingered on that aged system avatar.

This game is extremely cruel.

Regardless of age or physical condition, everyone in the world was forcibly thrown into this sea area.

This high level of physical exertion, coupled with the extremely cold weather.

Let alone 88 years old, even a 40-year-old middle-aged person will have to go through a lot of hardship.

Looking at those dilapidated things, a long-dormant corner of my mind was touched.

The old, lame director of the orphanage was also this age.

In the dead of winter, they would go to the market to collect rotten vegetable leaves and cook a pot of hot soup without a trace of oil for dozens of orphans.

As she breathed her last, her emaciated hands were still tightly clutching two coins she had prepared to buy candy for her child.

Xiao Zheng gathered his chaotic thoughts.

He's not a living saint, but he has his bottom line.

He grabbed the fishing rod next to him with one hand.

He turned and walked towards the edge of the raft.

The muscles in his right arm bulged, and he exerted force suddenly.

The rod tip is flicked forward.

A few seconds later, the wheel jammed.

Chinese goods.

Xiao Zheng gripped the rod handle tightly with both hands, lowered his waist, and pulled backward.

The right hand quickly cranks the thread reel.

Whoosh!

With a splash, a small sea bass weighing two pounds was forcibly dragged out of the water.

It slammed onto the wooden board with a loud crack.

The lively fish tail thrashed wildly.

He walked over, grabbed the fish by the gills with one hand, and lifted the still struggling bass up.

Open the private chat interface with Li Jianguo.

Completely ignoring the junk that the other party had posted.

I threw the fresh bass directly into the gift box.

There was a two-second pause.

He then pulled a burning wooden torch from the barbecue grill.

Drag them all into the gift box.

Click to confirm and send.

Attached is a message:

"Use the torches to keep warm, and roast the fish over the fire yourself."

Keep your things for yourself.

"Live well."

After sending the message, Xiao Zheng immediately cut off the notification sound from the private chat panel.

Close the interface completely.

The numbers on the trading panel kept changing.

One torch after another disappeared.

They were all captured on video in seconds.

The atmosphere in the regional chat channel has completely changed. Just moments ago, the screen was filled with insults and boycotts, but now there's not a trace of them.

"Holy crap! It's trending! I'm alive!"

"Brother Xiao Zheng, I kowtow to you! My toes were completely numb just now, this little bit of firelight saved my life!"

"Where's that idiot who was just yelling? If you're so capable, then don't buy it! People use wood to make fire, what's wrong with collecting some materials?"

"Exactly! Without these torches, most of our district would be frozen solid tonight!"

"Brother Xiao! Do you have any more torches? I was too slow and missed one. Can I trade four pieces of plastic for one? Please!"

Xiao Zheng ignored the wailing and howling on the channel.

Close the panel as you wish.

Open the system inventory.

After deducting the three torches given to Li Jianguo and the three torches used to exchange for water purifier blueprints with Lin Xiaoya, all the torches on the shelves were sold out.

This quick and easy operation yielded amazing returns.

Net profit of 176 units of ordinary planks and 50 units of palm leaves.

At this stage, 99% of the survivors are huddled in the icy seawater, fighting for their lives for a piece of dry wood.

Profiting from disaster? Cold-blooded and ruthless?

Xiao Zheng neatly arranged the timber.

Such a saintly thought never even crossed my mind. In this cannibalistic survival game, the kind-hearted die the fastest.

Without these torches, there would be at least several thousand more stiff corpses in this sea area tonight.

They used the useless scraps of wood and grass they had to exchange for a chance to survive the night.

Everyone takes what they need.

If you can help, then do so.

The night was deeper.

The sea breeze blew wildly around the raft, carrying a biting chill.

Around the six-square-meter wooden raft, a layer of extremely faint pale golden ripples flowed quietly.

The blue flames inside the perfect barbecue grill are burning brightly.

Within a five-meter radius, the air is dry and the temperature is suitable.

Xiao Zheng loosened his collar, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He yawned.

After being on edge for most of the day and then intensely casting hooks to retrieve supplies, my physical strength had reached its limit.

I need to sleep.

He looked down and tapped the raft at his feet.

The surface of the wooden board is rough and hard.

With the golden code protecting it, the waves can't capsize the raft, and the monsters below can't bite through it. Safety is no longer a concern.

But this place is impossible to sleep in. There's no pillow, no cushion, and if I just lie there all night, my bones will definitely be broken by tomorrow morning.

We need to find a place to sleep.

At the very least, it should be a thick sleeping bag.