Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

Qin Chuan's judgment was correct.

Bataan did not give up.

After chasing it for over an hour underground in the metal mountains, Bataan lost sight of his target. The human-sized insect's agility underground exceeded his expectations.

Three kilometers, five kilometers, ten kilometers—the faint energy signal could no longer be found within Bataan's perception range.

"Damn little bug!"

Bataan burst forth from the ground.

The massive, over two-meter-tall structure burst through the side of the metal mountain, sending fragments and dust flying in all directions.

He stood in mid-air, his pure red eyes scanning the continuous metal mountain range below. His pale face was filled with rage.

"You think hiding in this junkyard will do you any good?"

Batan's voice boomed under the gray sky, its echo bouncing back and forth between the metal peaks.

He no longer conserves his energy.

The flame jets behind him were turned up to maximum power. The orange-red flames turned pure white in an instant. Terrifyingly high temperatures radiated from Bataan's body, and the metal surfaces within a radius of several hundred meters began to glow red and deform.

Badan raised his right hand.

The dark golden claws gleamed coldly in the reflection of the pure white flames.

He slapped down with his paw.

"Lava erupts!"

boom!

The metal mountain beneath their feet exploded.

The entire mountain split in two, with metal fragments mixed with molten lava spraying in all directions. The shockwave from the explosion swept across the surrounding peaks, causing several nearby mountains to shake and some to collapse.

Flames. Fragments. Magma.

An area within a two-kilometer radius was turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Bataan did not stop.

He flew over the next metal mountain and struck again with his claw.

boom!

The second mountain was also blasted.

Then came the third, the fourth, and the fifth.

Bataan was like a mad demolition machine, rampaging through the metal mountains. Wherever it went, it unleashed a lava explosion, shattering the entire mountain to pieces.

Explosions, the cracking of metal, and the sound of flames echoed throughout the area.

Qin Chuan could feel the vibrations coming from above his head, even deep underground.

One wave after another, like the earth beating drums.

"This madman is blasting up the mountain." Qin Chuan lay in a metal cavity, and pieces of rust fell from the ceiling above his head as it shook.

The debris landed on the ancient sword demon's shoulder armor, making a soft, rustling sound.

Bataan wanted to force him out from underground in this way.

"Is this guy out of his mind? He blew up the entire metal mountain range?" Qin Chuan couldn't help but mutter to himself.

The vibrations above my head became more and more intense.

Bataan is expanding its search area.

Qin Chuan didn't move. He lay there motionless in the cavity.

After the ancient sword demon shrunk to a size of three meters, its energy release became extremely low. Under the cover of the metal mountains, it was incredibly difficult for Badan to locate it using energy perception.

Unless Bataan turns every inch of this metal mountain range upside down.

But how much time and energy would that take?

Even if Bataan is strong, he is only a mid-level Food God, and his energy is not unlimited.

Qin Chuan was betting on this very point.

You bomb yours, I'll dodge mine. Let's see who gives up first.

The tremors lasted for a long time.

Qin Chuan didn't calculate the exact time. He leaned against the metal wall of the cavity, closed his eyes, controlled his breathing, and tried to minimize energy consumption.

I'm physically exhausted. From the mental strain of hunting the purple-gold fire-breathing dragon, to being chased by the Bataan for over an hour, and then traversing underground for nearly an hour.

My mental strength has dropped to about 20%.

My physical strength was also greatly depleted.

"I need to find a safe place to rest," Qin Chuan thought.

The vibrations above my head gradually subsided.

The frequency of blasting in Bataan is decreasing.

Qin Chuan didn't rush to move. He waited for about ten more minutes.

The vibrations have completely stopped.

The Rinnegan cautiously released a scanning wave, with a range of only five kilometers.

There was no signal in Bataan within five kilometers.

Qin Chuan waited another five minutes and then expanded the scanning range to twenty kilometers.

still none.

"Gone?"

Qin Chuan wasn't entirely sure. Badan might have concealed his energy fluctuations and been lurking nearby, waiting for him to emerge.

But he couldn't stay here indefinitely. His mental and physical strength needed to recover, and recovery required food. He still had some leftover purple-gold fire-breathing dragon meat in his spatial ring, but it was really inconvenient in this tiny cavity.

Qin Chuan decided to change locations.

Instead of going up, we continued searching underground.

He controlled the three-meter-tall ancient sword demon, which crawled out through the side wall of the cavity and continued to travel underground through the metal mountain range.

The direction chosen was the opposite of the last location where Bataan appeared.

Qin Chuan controlled his speed, neither too fast nor too slow. Too fast would cause large energy fluctuations, making him easy to spot. Too slow would be a waste of time.

It took about twenty minutes to walk through.

The underground structure began to change.

The density of the metal debris increased, and the gaps became narrower. In some places, the gaps were so narrow that even the ancient sword demon, with its three-meter frame, struggled to move.

Qin Chuan had to frequently adjust his route.

After walking for about ten more minutes, the Rinnegan spotted something unusual ahead.

There is a spatial fault in the metal structure ahead.

It wasn't an ordinary cavity or pipe, but a crack that had appeared inside the metal mountain. On the other side of the crack was a completely independent, enclosed space.

Qin Chuan approached the crack.

The rift was very narrow, less than half a meter wide. But the Rinnegan penetrated it and saw the space on the other side.

It was an irregularly shaped enclosed space, about thirty meters long, a dozen meters wide, and five or six meters high. It was surrounded by metal walls and had no exit.

The space was dark, with only some grayish mist slowly flowing through it.

A mezzanine space.

It may be a sealed compartment inside a starship from ten thousand years ago, which was completely preserved during the accumulation of mountains.

Qin Chuan examined the crack. It was half a meter wide; even the ancient sword demon, with its three-meter frame, couldn't pass through it.

But he can do without Aatrox.

Qin Chuan sheathed the ancient sword demon. The dark purple metallic shell dissipated, revealing the true form within.

Without the protection of the Sword Demon, the pressure of the surrounding metallic rock layers acted directly on his body. However, this depth was far less terrifying than the water pressure of the Eye of the Deep at 21,000 meters. With Qin Chuan's current eating power of 10,050 and the physical qualities of a beginner-level Food God, he could withstand it completely.

Qin Chuan turned sideways and squeezed into the narrow gap.

The metal wall pressed against his chest and back, its icy touch seeping through his clothes. The air in the gaps was stuffy, carrying a smell of rust and dust.

Qin Chuan squeezed forward little by little.

After squeezing for about two meters, my body suddenly felt lighter.

He crawled out of the crack and entered the enclosed mezzanine space.

My foot stomped on the cold, hard metal floor with a soft thud.

Qin Chuan steadied himself and looked around.

The interlayered space was dark. The Spirit Cat Clan's luminous pearl was still embedded in the spatial ring. Qin Chuan took it out and held it in his palm. The green light immediately illuminated an area of ​​twenty meters in radius.

The walls are made of metal on all four sides.

The walls were covered in rust and scratches, and in some places the metal had been corroded into pits of varying sizes. The floor was uneven, and you could feel the ups and downs under your feet.

The ceiling is also metal, about five or six meters high. In some places, it has collapsed, with several twisted metal pipes hanging down.

There was a faint smell of engine oil in the air, mixed with the acrid smell of dust. When you inhaled it through your nose, your throat felt a slight stinging sensation.

A layer of grayish mist slowly flowed through the space.

The fog was very thin and did not obstruct vision, but it added a hazy, dreamlike quality to the entire space.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Qin Chuan's breathing and heartbeat were amplified in this enclosed space. Thump, thump, thump, steady and powerful.

"We're safe for now," Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

This mezzanine space is completely sealed off. The only entrance is the crack he just squeezed through. Even if Badan found this place, his over two-meter-tall frame wouldn't be able to squeeze through the half-meter-wide crack.

Moreover, given this depth and the obstruction of the metal mountains, it would be virtually impossible for Bataan's energy sensors to detect this area.

Qin Chuan squatted down, and then simply sat down on the ground.

The cold metal floor sent a chill through his pants, but he didn't care anymore.

too tired.

From exhausting his mental strength by killing the purple-gold fire-breathing dragon to fleeing from the pursuit of Bataan, this series of events had pushed his body to its limit.

Qin Chuan leaned against the cold metal wall and closed his eyes.

My head is buzzing. My temples are throbbing.

His mental strength was less than 20% remaining, and his physical strength was almost depleted. Even his Rinnegan was experiencing stinging pain due to prolonged high-intensity use.

"But I'm alive," Qin Chuan thought to himself.

He touched the back of his neck.

The patterns on the Gu Soul were still writhing. Slowly, unhurriedly.

"That woman Medusa, that madman Bataan, they're both perverts," Qin Chuan cursed. "What did I owe them in my past life?"

After he finished cursing, he took out the unfinished purple-gold fire-breathing dragon meat from his spatial ring.

The dragon meat was compressed into fist-sized chunks using a concentration technique. Qin Chuan took out two pieces and put them to his mouth.

Although the system warned that repeatedly consuming the same ingredient would not increase energy, dragon meat itself has an extremely high energy content. Even if it doesn't increase energy, eating it can still replenish physical and mental strength.

Qin Chuan took a bite.

The meat was cold. The texture was noticeably worse than when it was hot; it was a bit tough and dry. But the energy was still there.

Warm energy slid from the throat into the stomach, and the fifth-level stomach space began to operate. The energy was broken down and absorbed, flowing through the meridians to the limbs and bones.

It was like a cup of hot water poured into a dried-up riverbed.

The feeling of weakness in my body is gradually subsiding.

Qin Chuan ate the cold dragon meat one bite after another. After finishing two pieces, he took two more.

After eating for about ten minutes, he had eaten half of the dragon meat stored in his spatial ring.

My stomach is full. My body is warming up.

His mental strength recovered from less than 20% to more than 30%.

My strength has mostly recovered.

Qin Chuan leaned against the metal wall, adjusting his breathing and guiding the energy circulation within his body.

The enclosed space was quiet. The only sounds were his breathing and the occasional, extremely faint metallic clanging from deep within the walls.

The strained sound was the normal noise produced by the geological pressure of a starship wreckage from ten thousand years ago. It creaked and groaned intermittently, like the metal graveyard snoring.

Qin Chuan was mentally planning his next move.

The appearance of Badan indicates that there are patrols on the territory of the Demon King's tribe.

The commotion caused when they killed the Thunder Dragon, the Sky-Devouring Serpent, and the Purple-Gold Fire-Breathing Dragon was considerable. The God of Food's phantom, a thousand meters tall, shot straight into the sky; it was impossible for it to go unnoticed.

Badan likely sensed the energy fluctuations of the illusory God of Food and followed the trail.

"I need to be more careful when using the Food God's Spirit Spell in the future," Qin Chuan reminded himself. "That thousand-meter-tall phantom was just a super-sized signal flare."

It's fine on the Food Continent, where there's nothing that can threaten him. But in the Demon King's territory of the Food God Battlefield, mid-level Food Gods or even stronger beings could appear at any time.

Exposing yourself is tantamount to suicide.

"We need to change our strategy."

Qin Chuan thought for a while, but couldn't come up with a good idea yet.

rest first.

He closed his eyes, allowing his body and mind to slowly recover.

Time is hard to estimate in this deathly silence. Qin Chuan didn't know how long he had been resting with his eyes closed. Maybe half an hour, maybe an hour.

A slightly chilly sensation woke him up.

It wasn't the coolness from the outside, but rather the Gu Soul patterns on the back of his neck. That slow, wriggling sensation became even clearer as he dozed off.

Qin Chuan opened his eyes.

My mental strength has recovered to 50%.

My physical condition has recovered to about 70-80%.

"That's enough, let's take a look at this place first."

Qin Chuan stood up and stretched his limbs. His joints cracked and popped.

He held the luminous pearl and slowly walked along the wall of the mezzanine.

The uneven metal floor made the sound of footsteps particularly clear in the enclosed space. Tap, tap, tap.

The green luminous pearl moved with him, illuminating every inch of the space in front of him.

There are some scratches on the wall.

Qin Chuan leaned closer to examine them. The engravings didn't seem to be naturally formed; some were straight, some were curved, and they were arranged very neatly.

Is it text?

Qin Chuan carefully examined it using his Rinnegan.

It's not writing. It's the markings of some kind of energy circuit. The internal wiring layout of a starship from ten thousand years ago, circuit diagrams etched on the walls.

It's not very useful.

Qin Chuan continued walking.

After walking about ten meters, I stopped.

The green light from the luminous pearl illuminated the wall in front of us, near the ground.

There was a strange shade of blue there.