In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar!

A faint scent of grass reached Wang Yan's nose, and he felt a slight return of his sense of touch, along with the tickling sensation of grass blades beneath him.

I subconsciously opened my eyes; my eyelids felt heavy, and I felt weak all over.

What's wrong with me?

Gradually, my thoughts began to stir again.

Soon, Wang Yan recalled the last scene before he fell into a coma.

"By the way, while I was doing my daily quests, I was also discussing with someone in a D&D thread what spells were powerful in the lore, but not very impressive in the game..."

As his mind gradually cleared, Wang Yan seemed to regain some strength. He struggled to look around, and his vision gradually became clearer.

He lay on a damp patch of grass, surrounded by towering trees whose canopies intertwined like a green dome, blocking out the sun.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps, casting dappled shadows that illuminated the thick layer of fallen leaves and vines on the ground, while the air was filled with the damp, earthy scent of grass and soil.

With my strength restored, my senses seemed clearer, and the humid heat hit me, making the prickly feeling of the grass more pronounced.

"This is... a rainforest?"

Wang Yan's pupils contracted slightly, somewhat incredulous.

But he quickly convinced himself: "It's okay, it's okay. It's normal for people like us who read novels every day to time travel."

Wang Yan would rather believe that he had traveled through time than believe that someone in China could kidnap him silently, send him to a rainforest, and then leave him there.

"What should I do if I've time-traveled?"

Having accepted reality, Wang Yan first asked himself a question.

Then he answered himself: "First and foremost, don't panic. Panic is a negative emotion and it's useless. Second, regain your strength, and then check your surroundings for any signs of human intervention..."

Humans are social animals. Perhaps there are geniuses who can live alone in the wilderness and do very well, but Wang Yan is self-aware. As a new generation of socialist overgrown children, he may be able to do two days of wilderness survival with the help of his body fat, but living alone in the wilderness for a long time is suicide.

Finding someone, confirming whether you can communicate with them, and then joining a group is your only hope for survival.

Confirm the target plan.

Wang Yan found a comfortable sitting position and sat down to rest.

During his rest, Wang Yan was also planning his next move.

"First, confirm the direction. According to the characteristics of vegetation, the branches and leaves of trees are more lush on the south side. No, not necessarily south, but definitely the sunny side."

Wang Yan was unsure whether he was still in the modern era, whether he was still on Earth, or whether the sun rose in the east and set in the west here.

But since I can still breathe and there is oxygen here, plants should also follow the rule of facing the sun.

At least we can confirm one direction now.

"Secondly, if the life here is also carbon-based... then they need water, so I should prioritize finding a river and going downstream."

"Based on experience on Earth, if there are humans, then rivers will eventually flow into human settlements or waterways."

Wang Yan tried hard to recall the knowledge he had accumulated from watching various wilderness survival shows.

Everyone says these kinds of shows are a slowdown for men, and I always say there's nothing wrong with watching more of them!

"The direction and goal have been determined; now it's just a matter of survival."

"If I can't find any trace of humans in a short time, then... to survive in the wild, the first thing I need is a shelter... but I need to find people, so it's impossible to build a permanent shelter... let's leave that aside for now."

"Secondly, fire is crucial; in the wild..."

Wang Yan pondered for a moment, then subconsciously reached into his pocket.

He doesn't smoke, so he definitely doesn't have a lighter in his pocket.

But as a wilderness survival video enthusiast and part-time fisherman, he also has his own fire-starting equipment.

A cold touch came from his fingertips, and Wang Yan took out a keychain.

A portable kerosene igniter, the kind that can be hung on a keychain.

Compared to the magnesium rods or other fire-starting tools used by true wilderness pioneers, this thing requires frequent refilling with kerosene, which is very inconvenient.

But the only advantage is that there are almost no barriers to entry.

Reach out and pull out the ignition stick, strike it lightly, and a flame ignites; it works.

"Great, I knew it was normal to need more tools when fishing."

"With fire, we can get charcoal, which can at least produce some rudimentary purified water..."

"Finally... I just hope that I can find a few familiar fruits along the way that I can eat or that birds and animals can eat."

"Also, move quietly and avoid making any sudden movements to prevent attracting the attention of danger..."

After thinking it over in his mind, Wang Yan quickly came up with a relatively complete plan.

After thinking it over, and with my body almost fully recovered, I moved my hands and feet to confirm that my functions had returned to normal.

"It's time to take action."

Looking around again, Wang Yan headed towards the sunniest direction, where the branches and leaves were denser.

Although the surrounding environment and physical sensations made Wang Yan feel that this place might be a rainforest.

However, the vegetation here is not very dense. Even though there are still many plants, as long as you avoid some vines, it is still within an acceptable range.

The only slightly uncomfortable thing is that the towering tree canopy filters out most of the sunlight, and the dappled light and shadows sway on the thick fallen leaves, requiring you to constantly adjust your gaze to adapt to the changes in light and shadow.

As time passed, a sense of fatigue gradually emerged.

But Wang Yan showed no intention of stopping to rest.

He knew very well that he was an ordinary person, and even lacked self-discipline.

Once you stop to rest and open a door, you're likely to keep making excuses for yourself.

"When I was preparing for the college entrance exam, I said I'd take a break and it would be fine, but then I passed away..."

"When the company was competing, I told them to relax and it would be fine, but we still failed..."

"Before I transmigrated, it didn't matter how much of a spoiled brat I was, at least the country wouldn't let me starve to death..."

"But now, I'm making excuses for myself; I might really die here..."

"I don't want to die!"

Nothing can inspire a person’s potential more than the threat of death.

Wang Yan's lips were slightly pale, and she had slowed her pace, but she still did not stop.

He knew very well that being tired was not an illusion, but being powerless was an illusion.

"When I'm fishing, I can fight with a 100-pound fish for hours. Even if I don't catch it in the end, I definitely have the strength!"

"I still have the strength; it's just that my pampered upbringing is deceiving me!"

I don't know if it was good luck or divine protection.

Wang Yan, panting heavily, suddenly heard the sound of splashing water.

It was very faint, almost drowned out by his breathing, but I could still hear it.

His slightly dim eyes suddenly lit up, and his pale face regained some color.

"I told you I could!"

After giving himself another word of encouragement, Wang Yan discerned the source of the sound, confirmed its direction, and began to move towards the direction of the flowing water.

The sound of water wasn't far away.

Pushing aside several intertwined vines and stepping over several shrubs struggling to survive under the giant tree, Wang Yan saw the flowing water making a sound.

And... three bouncy mushrooms.

"Huh? Why is this mushroom moving?"