Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

Qin Chuan flew for nearly two hours under the gray sky.

The black mountains were gradually left behind, and the terrain beneath our feet began to change dramatically.

The dark red sand and gravel disappeared, replaced by a silver-gray metallic wasteland.

Scattered on the ground were numerous twisted and deformed metal fragments, some resembling broken steel beams, others like flattened ship hulls. Dark brown moss grew among the fragments, dry and fragile, crumbling at the slightest touch.

The further they flew, the more metal fragments appeared, and the larger they became.

Later, those fragments could no longer be called fragments. They piled up together, forming huge metal mountains.

The tallest metal peak is over a thousand meters high, composed of countless layers of compressed, folded, and twisted metal sheets stacked together. The surface is rusty, and some corrosion-induced holes can be seen.

The wind whistled through the gaps between the metal peaks, producing a low, eerie sound.

"What's going on with this place?" Qin Chuan slowed down and scanned the area with his Rinnegan.

On the map in my mind, this area was marked as "Abandoned Starship Graveyard".

The battlefield manual contains a brief explanation. Ten thousand years ago, civilizations from various planes of the Milky Way waged a large-scale war in the Battlefield of the God of Food.

The starships, tanks, and weapons destroyed in the war were left here, piling up into mountains of metal.

"Remnants of a war from ten thousand years ago," Qin Chuan muttered to himself. "I wonder if there's anything good in them."

The Rinnegan's scanning waves traversed the metallic mountains, but the metallic material interfered with the energy scan. The detection accuracy was significantly lower than on gravel ground.

Qin Chuan paid no attention. His focus was on finding his next prey.

His food strength is 10,005, making him a beginner-level Food God. Although the Gu Soul patterns on the back of his neck have slowed down, they are still wriggling. He needs to continue eating to increase his food strength, or find something that can directly remove the Gu Soul.

As they flew over a metallic mountain that resembled the wreckage of an abandoned starship, Qin Chuan's Rinnegan suddenly detected a signal.

The signal came from his side and rear, from a very far distance.

Qin Chuan frowned slightly.

That wasn't a biological signal, but rather an energy fluctuation.

Extremely subtle energy fluctuations.

Ordinary sensory methods cannot detect it at all, but the Rinnegan's perception range is sixty kilometers, and its sensitivity far exceeds that of ordinary methods.

Qin Chuan stopped in mid-air and turned to look to his side and behind him.

On the gray horizon, nothing could be seen.

But his Rinnegan told him that something was moving at high speed about 90 kilometers away.

Its movement speed is ridiculously fast.

Qin Chuan stared for two seconds, then his pupils suddenly contracted.

The thing was moving towards him.

It flew in a straight line without any deviation.

"They've got their eyes on me?" Qin Chuan's heart skipped a beat.

The Rinnegan intensified its scanning in that direction. Ninety kilometers was at the limit of the Rinnegan's detection range; the information was blurry, and only a general outline could be seen.

It was a humanoid creature.

Tall and robust, its speed far exceeded Qin Chuan's flight limits.

The 90-kilometer distance is shrinking rapidly.

85 kilometers.

The distance the opponent travels per second is at least twice that of Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan's palms were sweating.

Since entering the battlefield of the God of Food, all he has encountered along the way are strange beasts sleeping in their lairs. He has never encountered anything that has actively flown towards him.

What is this thing?

The Rinnegan's scanning accuracy gradually increases as the distance decreases. At 75 kilometers, more information emerges.

Qin Chuan's breathing became heavier.

That person looked a bit strange; he had two horns on his head and pale skin.

These are demons!

The battlefield manual contains information about the demon race. The core race of the Demon King's tribe, they are born with formidable fighting power. They look similar to humans, but have white skin, blood-red eyes, and horns on their heads.

Qin Chuan is currently standing in the territory of the Demon King's tribe.

Encountering demons is not surprising.

Strangely, this demon was emanating energy fluctuations.

Qin Chuan was able to sense the other person's aura more clearly.

The aura emanated from afar, and even from that distance, Qin Chuan's skin began to tingle.

Fierce. Tyrannical.

Two distinct energies intertwined. One was heavy and steady, like the force of the earth pressing down. The other was fiery and scorching, like volcanic magma surging forth.

Earth and Fire elements.

Two forces coexist within one individual, and both are terrifyingly powerful.

Qin Chuan's mind raced, searching for information in the battlefield manual.

Earth and Fire elements. Dual attributes.

found it.

This guy's information is in the battlefield manual.

Bataan.

An elite warrior of the Demon King's tribe, a mid-level Food God. A rare individual possessing both earth and fire elemental talents.

Earth element grants him abnormal defensive power, making him virtually unbreakable among his peers. Fire element grants him terrifying offensive power; his signature skill, "Lava Burst," is powerful enough to flatten a mountain.

It is well-rounded in both offense and defense, with no obvious weaknesses.

Intermediate-level Food God.

Qin Chuan clenched his fists. He had just broken through to the initial stage of the Food God realm, with a Food Power of 10,050. The Food Power of an intermediate-level Food God starts at 30,000.

It's almost half the price.

What does this gap mean? It means that even if he summons the ancient sword demon and uses the Food God's spirit magic, he might not be able to win.

The effectiveness of the Food God's Spirit Communication Technique depends on the target's bloodline memories. The demons are native to the Food God's battlefield, not creatures of the Food Continent. Qin Chuan had no idea whether the Food God's pressure would be effective against the demons.

Qin Chuan no longer hesitated.

"run!"

Its body suddenly turned and flew at full speed in the opposite direction.

The golden energy beneath his feet suddenly intensified as Qin Chuan pushed his flight speed to its limit. The metallic mountains receded rapidly beneath him, and the wind whistled through his ears.

Qin Chuan kept looking back as he flew.

Sixty kilometers.

Fifty-five kilometers.

The distance is still shrinking.

Qin Chuan's speed was simply not enough. The opponent's flight speed was at least twice that of him; how could he possibly bridge that gap?

Qin Chuan cursed.

Fifty kilometers have passed. The Rinnegan's scan is becoming increasingly clear.

Qin Chuan saw the entirety of Bataan.

A towering figure, over two meters tall, with pale skin covered in dark red markings. His pure red eyes had no pupils, only a blood-red hue. Dark golden claws slashed through the air, creating visible distortions in the space around them.

What truly sent chills down Qin Chuan's spine was the situation behind Bataan.

Two orange-red flames shot out from Bataan's back.

The flames weren't just decorations; they were real propulsion systems. Fire energy transformed into jet streams, gushing out from both sides of Badan's back, propelling him forward like a missile.

"What the hell is this?" Qin Chuan almost shouted out loud.

Fire erupting from behind to accelerate?

What kind of playing style is this?

Forty kilometers.

Badan spoke, transmitting his voice directly.

"You lowly human brat, you think you can escape now that I, Bataan, have my eye on you?"

Qin Chuan heard it clearly.

The voice was full of killing intent, and there wasn't a single word wasted.

"You're dead today."

Thirty-five kilometers.

Thirty kilometers.

Qin Chuan flew desperately, the wind whistling in his ears. He could feel the temperature behind him rising.

The heatwave from Bataan traveled from thirty kilometers away, making my back feel hot.

The air was filled with the smells of sulfur and blood.

Twenty-five kilometers.

"Think of a way, think of a way quickly." A thought flashed through Qin Chuan's mind.

He glanced at his feet.

Metal mountain range.

"Underground!"

If I can't outfly him in the sky, then I'll burrow underground!