"Yes, I'm ready," Feng Bujue replied with a straight face.
"Okay, listen up... The first hint for you is..." Clam Wills continued, "... 'You have the right to remain silent.'"
Before he could finish, the system notification popped up. [Main mission has been triggered.]
At the same time, the contents of the main mission appeared in the mission panel, and... there were two of them...
[Survive on Carnabis Island for seventy-two hours.]
[Complete at least six of the challenges given by the program team.]
"Do I need to repeat myself, Stephen?" Stephen, "said Clam Giles.
"No, I heard you very clearly," Feng Bujue replied.
"Very good," Clam Wills said. "Then... I should be going." As he spoke, he closed his backpack and put it back on. "Good luck, Stephen." After saying this, he turned around and ran along the beach.
"Goodbye, Bell." Feng Bujue looked at the back of Clam Wills and shouted.
Clam Wills did not turn back. He only raised one arm and waved, as a gesture to Brother Jue.
He ran very fast, as if he was not affected by the sand at all. In less than a minute, he turned a corner along the edge of the island and disappeared from Brother Jue's sight.
"This guy... is he really human?" The next second, Brother Jue's eyes slowly moved down and finally fixed on an oval depression on the beach. That was where Clam Wills had placed his backpack. "He just placed the backpack very lightly on the beach, and the pressure created such a depression..." Brother Jue said as he squatted down and reached out to touch the sand at the bottom of the depression. "Hmm... the pressure is more solid than I thought."
As he said this, Brother Jue raised his head and looked at the footprints left behind by Clam Wills on the beach. "At the very least, he should be carrying no less than 30 kilograms..." As he said this, he stood up and swatted away the remaining sand on his body. "The sun is hot above his head, and he rescued me in an environment of over 40 degrees Celsius. Then, he calmly carried a backpack that is tens of kilograms and ran away with light steps..." He suddenly laughed. "Ah... his physical fitness is at least above a level 30 gamer."
Thinking about this, Feng Bujue did not stop moving. As he thought about this, he had already started to jog toward the forest by the beach.
The forest was very dense. At a glance, one could see the lush vegetation and scaly rocks. The sun shone through the canopy and embellished the dark forest with countless spots of light.
"Phew... it's still cooler under the shade of a tree." After Feng Bujue came to the edge of the forest, he sat down with his back against a tree.
He did not hurry to enter the forest. Instead, he removed his shoes and socks and carefully shook the sand off them. He understood that … the journey ahead was still long. If he could make his feet as comfortable as possible, it would at least lessen the fatigue that came with the trek.
"Currently, it is unclear what the purpose of the 'hint' is, and what the actual 'challenge' is … the scenario synopsis did not mention." Brother Jue mumbled to himself as he put on his shoes. "But the main mission of the 'challenge' has to be incredibly difficult … because the mission of 'survive for 72 hours' is too easy. Even if I do nothing and just sit here for three days, I might not die … "
His speculation was correct. In this show, if the contestant only wanted to survive until the time limit was up, it was not that difficult. Theoretically speaking, as long as the contestant stayed in a relatively safe place and used their shoes to collect their own urine, they could survive for three days.
Of course, that was the stupidest and most passive way of doing things. So far, no one had done something like that. After all, this was a show. There were still and moving cameras everywhere on the island. (Private footage would naturally be edited out or censored in the later stages). The big shots who were caught to participate in the show were all reputable figures. They wouldn't go so far as to finish the competition like this.
"Wait a minute … What is going on?" Feng Bujue put on his shoes and was about to stand up when he noticed something horrible. "I've been under the sun for more than ten minutes, and I've lost 1,500 Stamina Points?" Brother Jue looked at the game menu with disbelief.
He would always check his remaining Stamina Points before he made a move, and now it looked like … that was a good habit.
"Tsk … If that's the case …" Brother Jue quickly calmed down and said, "The actual number of Stamina Points is meaningless … Not only physical fitness, even my Stamina Points are calculated based on Stephen Carbon's actual condition, so the deduction is based on a percentage …"
Now that he thought about it that way, everything made sense. If a normal person was buried in hot sand and baked under the sun for more than ten minutes, it would be normal for them to lose one-third of their Stamina Points …
"Other than that … What is with this' status'?" Feng Bujue asked.
Obviously, other than the expected loss of Stamina Points, there were other weird settings in this scenario. For example, there was a strange debuff hanging on Brother Jue's status bar, and it was called 'Withdrawal Response'.
It was just that one word, and there was no explanation or explanation. Compared to the status effects like 'Poison', 'Bleeding', and 'Bone Fracture', this was more interesting …
"Hmm … If this refers to the withdrawal response to drugs, then I might …" Feng Bujue was still thinking about the symptoms of drug addiction when a stream of mucus slid down his nose …
Thankfully, he had already stood up, and his head was slightly tilted forward, or else this big snot would have landed on his clothes.
"What the f * ck …" Brother Jue saw this and instinctively bent forward. He gasped internally. "Hey, hey … He just came out like that without realizing it …"
In reality, the Withdrawal Response debuff had been there since the beginning of the scenario, and its effects were quite varied. For example, pain all over the body, fever, sweating, dilated pupils, and so on … However, the hot environment covered up some of the symptoms, so Feng Bujue did not notice them in time.
"So, that's how it is …" Several seconds later, Feng Bujue's face turned serious. "So, it's the search for 'drugs' in the wilderness and not for 'life' …" He wiped away the mucus and wiped his hands on the tree trunk beside him. "To ease the drug addiction, one has to find a hiding spot for the marijuana; to find a hiding spot for the marijuana, one has to enter the island … Then, one has to expend a lot of stamina, and one has to think and make decisions while one is in a trance … This is harder than simple survival …" While he was thinking, he picked up the military shovel and moved into the forest. "If one puts in so much effort and stamina but comes up with nothing … then, under the influence of drug addiction, one is capable of doing anything …"
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