Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

A notification appeared in Qin Chuan's mind: Welcome to the God of Food Battlefield. Map information and battlefield manual have been transmitted.

Qin Chuan was stunned for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, an enormous map unfolded in my mind.

The map contained so much information that it took Qin Chuan almost half a minute to process it.

The Battlefield of the God of Food is a rectangular plane of unimaginable size, exceeding one hundred million kilometers in both length and width.

One hundred million kilometers.

Qin Chuan silently did the calculations. The distance from Earth to the Sun is approximately 150 million kilometers. In other words, one side of the Battlefield of the God of Food is two-thirds the length of the distance from Earth to the Sun.

This is no longer a battlefield. This is a cosmic chessboard.

The south side of the chessboard has been designated as the [Human Alliance].

The north side of the chessboard is the Demon King's Tribe.

Between the two lies a terrifying zone that runs through the entire battlefield, called the Shadow River.

Qin Chuan carefully read the introduction to Shadow River.

That was a death zone where the universe had completely collapsed and its rules were utterly chaotic. Any matter or energy that approached it would be instantly devoured and annihilated. Even star-domain-level beings dared not venture there lightly.

Only a very few specific crossings marked in the manual are safe to cross.

Qin Chuan looked at the map over and over again, and then recalled a detail.

The light that flashed across my body when the teleportation was completed emanated from the south side of my body.

In spatial teleportation, the direction of the radiant light usually points towards the source of the teleportation. In other words, the entrance is to his south.

The battlefield manual clearly states that the Human Alliance is on the south side and the Demon King's tribe is on the north side.

The teleportation entrance is on the south side, indicating that the rift was originally supposed to connect to the human territory on the south side. However, according to the coordinates on the map, his current location is clearly on the north side.

He was teleported to the territory of the Demon King's tribe.

"We're already on the enemy's side right from the start." Qin Chuan's lips twitched slightly. "That's interesting."

He didn't panic.

Panicking won't help. The size of this place is what it is, a hundred million kilometers wide. Even if he flew at the fastest speed nonstop, trying to cross the Shadow River from the north to reach the human territory on the south side would take forever.

Moreover, the Shadow River is a death trap; traversing it recklessly will surely lead to certain death.

Instead of thinking about how to get to a safe area, you should focus on the important things.

His only purpose in coming to the battlefield of food gods was to eat.

Consuming divine ingredients will increase your appetite and allow you to find a way to break the Gu spirit. As for which faction's territory you eat in, does it really matter?

To the north lies the territory of the Demon King's tribe, where those monsters are extremely dangerous.

It doesn't matter. He has the Rinnegan, the complete form of the Ancient Sword Demon, and the Food God Summoning Technique. As long as he doesn't encounter any being whose food power far surpasses his own, he's confident he can handle it.

Qin Chuan gathered his thoughts and began to peruse the information about the northern area in the battlefield manual.

The northern region is home to a diverse array of monsters from different planes of the Milky Way. Their strength varies greatly, with the weakest having a capture level of over a thousand years, and the strongest reportedly surpassing the level of a Food God.

The manual specifically marks several high-risk areas in red, warning people not to approach them.

Qin Chuan memorized the coordinates of those red dots.

"The most urgent task is to find divine ingredients to boost our food power." He took a deep breath and activated the full range of his Rinnegan for detection.

Six golden rings spun rapidly in his pupils, and scanning waves spread out in all directions from Qin Chuan's body.

The scan results are in.

Within a radius of 100 kilometers, there was complete desolation.

There were no signs of life, no energy fluctuations. Only endless, desolate Gobi desert and jagged rocks.

"Empty?"

Qin Chuan was somewhat disappointed, but not surprised. In such a large battlefield, the biological density wouldn't be very high to begin with. Especially in the Demon King's territory to the north, the monsters each had their own territories and wouldn't cluster together.

We need to go outside.

Qin Chuan determined the direction. Although there were no sun, moon, or stars, a faint force field, similar to the Earth's magnetic field, existed within the Food God Battlefield, which could roughly determine the location.

He chose a direction. The Shadow River was to the south, and he didn't intend to go that way. He chose to fly northeast, in a direction marked on the map as a mountainous terrain, where more creatures usually inhabited.

Qin Chuan's body rose into the air.

The flight ability of legendary-stage powerhouses is still effective in this plane. With a layer of pale golden energy beneath his feet, Qin Chuan's body hovered at a height of about one hundred meters above the ground.

Too high and you're easily spotted; too low and your field of vision is limited. One hundred meters is a compromise.

Qin Chuan transformed into a faint stream of light and flew at a steady speed in the northeast direction.

At the same time, the Rinnegan maintains a maximum scanning range, leaving no corner unchecked.

Time slipped away little by little during the tedious search.

Qin Chuan had no idea how long he had been flying. In this sunless world, he had lost his direct perception of time. Judging by the degree of mental energy depletion, he estimated that about two hours had passed.

After a two-hour flight, he had left the dark red Gobi Desert.

The terrain beneath our feet began to change.

The Gobi Desert turned into a wasteland of gravel, the wasteland into low hills, and in the distance, the outline of a continuous black mountain range appeared.

The scent in the air had changed. It was no longer a simple smell of sulfur and metallic odor, but rather a chaotic stream of various energy particles. The Rinnegan could clearly detect these free-floating energy particles in the air—red, blue, and green—drifting like tiny fireflies.

The earth beneath was no longer a desolate wasteland.

The Rinnegan's scan penetrated deep into the earth, revealing clear energy pathways. Like the earth's blood vessels, glowing lines meandered and crisscrossed underground, transporting a kind of energy that Qin Chuan had never seen before.

"There's something there."

Qin Chuan's heart skipped a beat.

He lowered the flight altitude from 100 meters to 50 meters, further improving the scanning accuracy.

About forty kilometers ahead, deep within an inconspicuous rock fissure, Qin Chuan discovered a hidden life signal.

The signal is very strong.

Qin Chuan stopped, hovering in the air, and concentrated his mental energy to perform a precise scan of that location.

Information about the Rinnegan surfaced in his mind.

It was a huge creature, coiled up in a natural cave beneath a crack in the rock. Its body was curled up, as if it were resting.

It is enormous. It is 120 meters long and weighs about 60 tons.

Its body was covered in thick scales, with electric arcs flickering on their surface. It had four thick claws, a long neck, a triangular head, and a pair of vestigial small wings.

This is a dragon.

To be precise, it is a dragon.

The Rinnegan's identification information popped up: Thunder Dragon. Capture level: 1180 years.

Qin Chuan's pupils contracted slightly.

1180.

On the continent of food, the highest-grade ingredients have only been captured for a little over nine hundred years. This Thunder Dragon, however, has been around for one thousand one hundred and eighty years.

A truly divine ingredient.

Qin Chuan hovered in the sky forty kilometers away, staring at the images transmitted back by the Rinnegan, his mind racing.

"What level of combat strength does a capture level of 1,180 years correspond to?"

The battlefield manual contains a rough conversion formula. Capturing creatures of level 1000 or higher typically yields between 10,000 and 20,000 food points.

Ten thousand to twenty thousand.

Qin Chuan's food supply is 9,990.

He can't win in a head-on confrontation.

But he has a trump card that his opponents would never expect.

The Food God's Spiritual Power.