Survival for all, my island is the last pure land on earth.

With five hours left in the "Primitive Tribe" game, Jin Xiaoman finished her battle and her personal score had reached a terrifying 130,000, a full 100,000 higher than the second-place Tangchao Lizi.

Looking down at the mountain of corpses, she felt neither sorrow nor joy.

She knew she had fallen into God's cruel joke; all the messengers she killed were Earthlings, and all her actions were fratricide, but she had no choice.

These dead people were all players who had taken the lives of their own kind. Blue Star is now in turmoil and cannot afford any luck. She cannot and dares not gamble that these people will one day have a change of heart, suddenly realize their mistakes, lay down their weapons, and become enlightened.

The only way to eliminate them completely is to prevent future troubles.

Sugar-roasted chestnuts and the demon cat exchanged a glance, puzzled as to why Jin Xiaoman was even calmer after acquiring so many resources and points. However, the two wisely refrained from making a sound and ran hand in hand to find Eloun to play.

After the mushroom people finished disposing of all the corpses, Jin Xiaoman waved to Eloun to come to her side: "Take a look at these weapons that were taken from the envoys and see if there are any suitable or usable ones. Take them back to the tribe."

Eloun felt her heart race again. For the first time, she opened her mouth but couldn't speak. She tried again before finally managing to utter, "Really, Xiaoman?"

"How could this be fake? I looked around and you guys have too few weapons. Besides sniper rifles, you only have landmines. That's too limiting."

Jin Xiaoman pointed to a long-tasseled spear: "I have marksmanship skills. I'll teach them to the children; it'll be a form of protection."

She then pointed to the hidden blade: "These kinds of weapons don't require much power, as long as the aim is good."

"And those catapults, if each tribe installs a few, that can also serve as a layer of defense."

"Eloun, I'm here to protect you here, but I won't be next time, so I hope you can learn more skills to protect yourselves."

"The strategy of mutual destruction is still too stupid."

Eloin lowered her head, suppressing the surging tears: "Yes, I will, Xiaoman."

Jin Xiaoman patted its canopy. Unlike its pale white color when they first met, this one was much more beautiful, reaching a rouge-red hue.

"Eloun, what do you guys usually eat? Mushrooms? Or dirt?"

Eloun raised her red eyes: "We eat everything, generally mainly plants with meat as a supplement."

The demon cat dangled upside down from the tree: "Wow, breaking news from the universe! Mushrooms actually eat meat!"

Eloun: "The flesh of mutated beasts contains a lot of energy. By eating them, we can become stronger."

Sugar-roasted chestnuts stood intentionally or unintentionally beside the demon cat, prepared for the cat to fall from the tree at any moment: "So, would you like to eat them raw or roasted?"

"Roast them or sun-dry them to make jerky."

Demon Cat: "Since mutated beasts contain a large amount of energy, why do you primarily feed on plants?"

"Because it's very difficult for us to capture mutated beasts. Mutated beasts rarely appear on weekdays, and you might not encounter one for ten days or half a month. When there are many mutated beasts, the outsiders also appear. Most of us are busy surviving, and there are very few people to hunt mutated beasts."

Jin Xiaoman looked up and exchanged glances with Tangchao Lizi and Yaomao. The three of them didn't say a word, but tacitly reached a consensus: now was the perfect time to help the Mushroom People obtain mutated beast meat.

The two sides hit it off immediately, and the three of them, along with Eloun, split into four teams. Each team was assigned a leader who could understand Chinese and twenty adult mushrooms to go hunting.

The mushroom people had never seen such a scene before, and they were all on high alert. For them, going out to forage was an extremely dangerous thing. Each time they went out, they would lose at least one or two warriors, and there was no guarantee that they would be able to find enough food.

Everyone looked tense, especially the mushroom people who were following Jin Xiaoman. They knew that this was the chieftain's honored guest, and that he was said to be a very powerful figure. They were very careful along the way, afraid of leaving a bad impression on Jin Xiaoman.

However, their decades-long understanding was soon completely overturned.

All those mutated beasts, whether A-level or S-level, were no different in Jin Xiaoman's hands. They were just like fruit in the field, and could be killed with a single blow.

They struggled to even follow behind Jin Xiaoman and collect the corpses of the mutated beasts.

In just half an hour, the space equipment of the twenty people was completely filled, and each person was either carrying or dragging a mutated beast corpse.

Everyone's face was beaming with happiness.

With so much food processed, they will certainly not starve or freeze to death this winter.

Jin Xiaoman was worried that the mushroom people might encounter danger on their way back, so she went back to the tribe with them.

In the tribe, the elders and children had already received the news and were waiting at the tribe's gate to welcome the returning warriors who had gone out hunting. As soon as they saw them, they rushed up and surrounded them, cheering and jumping excitedly.

The mushroom people touched their caps shyly, and together with the elderly and children, expressed their gratitude to Jin Xiaoman.

Jin Xiaoman waved her hand, indicating that it was unnecessary.

The Mushroom People were quite skilled at handling mutated beasts. They had a clear division of labor: some were responsible for slaughtering, some for skinning and cleaning the hides, and some for cutting the meat into pieces.

After taking out all the mutated beasts from the space equipment, Jin Xiaoman once again led the mushroom warriors out.

It has to be said that the gods really went all out in the "Primitive Tribe" instance, with a mutated beast every hundred meters on average. Jin Xiaoman had to return to the tribe less than twenty minutes after leaving.

The same was true for the teams of Sugar-Roasted Chestnut and Demon Cat; not only did they reap great rewards, but their own points were also increasing at an astonishing rate.

As time went on, there were still two hours left in the game.

As the sun slowly dipped towards the distant horizon, its orange-red rays dyed the clouds in varying shades of golden-orange, spreading across the entire forest and blanketing the earth.

The number of mutated beasts had reached the limit that the Mushroom People could handle, so the four returned to the tribe to regroup.

Jin Xiaoman and his two companions originally planned to say goodbye to the mushroom people and continue hunting mutated beasts in the forest to increase their points, but the mushroom people had already lit a campfire, slaughtered and processed several mutated beasts, placed them on a pile of stones, wrapped them in mud, and started roasting them.

They stood in front of the mushroom house, looking at Jin Xiaoman, Sugar-Roasted Chestnut, and the Demon Cat with hopeful eyes. Although they didn't say anything, everyone knew that they hoped they could stay and participate in the harvest feast that they had brought.

The demon cat has never been competitive. If it weren't for the need to keep up with Tangchao Lizi's pace, she wouldn't want to fight every day. Tangchao Lizi, on the other hand, has never had her own opinions on such matters and just listens to whatever the demon cat says.

All eyes then fell on Jin Xiaoman.

She shrugged and smiled. "I don't think I can refuse."

The little mushrooms opened their mouths wide and stared intently as they waited for Eloun to translate. Upon hearing that Jin Xiaoman was willing to stay and participate in the bonfire dinner, they cheered instantly.

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