Volume One, Chapter Three: Zhong Xiahan

There were no revivals left; if he died this time, it would be for real.

With this thought, a wave of panic surged through Zhuang Fan’s heart. Without hesitation, he grabbed the young woman and sprinted toward the forest.

The forest clearly held unknown dangers, but the most urgent threat was to escape the giant beast behind them.

The roar behind was like thunder, echoing through the skies.

As he ran, Zhuang Fan glanced back and noticed the barren hill was covered in massive footprints—each one several tens of centimeters deep and as large as two cars side by side.

It was easy to imagine the colossal size of the beast.

“No wonder this place is so barren... could this be the home of the giant beast?”

He summoned the auxiliary system on the fly. With a thought, the [Personal Information] panel opened.

Name: Zhuang Fan
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Status: Healthy (a little figure icon fully green)
(Average adult attribute value: 5)
(Human maximum attribute value: 10)
Strength: 4.1
Spirit: 6 (affects crafting speed and skill effects)
Agility: 3.8
Constitution: 3.9
Assignable attribute points: 0

Seeing his stats, Zhuang Fan sighed. As a corporate drone working long hours under great pressure, it was no surprise his body was weak.

Next, he opened the [Chat Channel].

[Friends], [Regional Channel], [World Channel].

He noticed the last two were subdivided into [Dragon Nation] and [All].

His heart skipped a beat.

Were all humans worldwide randomly assigned to different groups?

Zhuang Fan grew anxious. What if he encountered foreigners? Would they be hostile?

After all, people of different races often harbored suspicion.

Between nations, one would be less restrained in their actions.

Fortunately, the oceanic region was manageable; he would strive to bring honor to his country.

But if he ran into those tough guys from other places, he wouldn’t stand a chance.

Luckily, he had met a fragile, easily overpowered girl—a stroke of good fortune.

After musing briefly, Zhuang Fan opened the [World Channel – Dragon Nation].

Instantly, a flood of messages scrolled rapidly across the screen.

“Where are my clothes? I’m freezing!”
“Whoever takes me home, I’ll gift a villa in Magic City!”
“Fool, if I could go back, the entire Blue Star would be mine!”
“I’m Mo Shouli from Village X, Town Y, County Z, Province W—add me if you know me!”
“Someone save me! I’m trapped in a cave, pitch black all around! So scary! How do I get out?”
“...”

Zhuang Fan skimmed through the messages. Useful information was scarce.

He then switched to the [Regional Channel – Dragon Nation].

[Current Location: Ashen Gorge]
[Population: 153,893]

Zhuang Fan was stunned.

Ashen Gorge?

He was currently inside a gorge?

He quickly looked into the distance—gray and misty, with no end in sight.

How vast was this gorge?

And this area had over a hundred thousand compatriots?

Add foreigners, and there were nearly a million people here!

He scanned the messages at a glance.

“Anyone got food? I’ll show you what’s under me first!”
“Don’t be fooled, it’s a guy!”
“How do you know?”
“Waaah, my eyes are blind now.”
“Who has wood? I want to build a house. When I get back, I’ll give you luxury cars and beauties!”
“Stop dreaming! Just chop trees honestly!”
“Anyone have plant fibers? I want to make shoes.”
“Just grab weeds by the roadside. Dry grass is better; you can exchange it for more fibers.”

Zhuang Fan paused.

He was still barefoot, no wonder his feet hurt so badly.

He hastily opened [Crafting] – [Basic Clothing].

[Straw Shoes: requires plant fibers (5)]
[Wooden Shoes: requires plant fibers (5), wood (5)]
[Cloth Shoes: requires plant fibers (5), animal leather (5)]
...

Besides shoes, there were shirts, pants, jackets, and more, but all very basic styles.

Below was a large blacked-out area marked [???], likely unlockable only after acquiring the right blueprints or materials.

His pace slowed as he ran.

His constitution was weak, and without shoes, running was exhausting.

Fortunately, the vast forest lay not far ahead.

And the giant beast had yet to appear. The tension in Zhuang Fan’s nerves finally eased with a sigh of relief.

“Uh, where did that girl go?”

His heart skipped as he spun around.

Not far behind, she was slumped on the ground.

Her once rosy face was now pale to a frightening degree, devoid of any color.

She gasped for air, her chest heaving violently, as if she might faint any moment.

“I’m such a beast,” Zhuang Fan scolded himself, guilt gnawing at him. “How could I be so heartless to abandon her and just run away?”

He quickened his pace to her side.

At this life-or-death moment, neither cared about their nakedness.

All worldly shame seemed trivial in the face of mortal danger.

Zhuang Fan crouched down and asked with concern, “Are you okay? Do you want me to carry you?”

He keenly sensed her frailty; just running this short distance had exhausted her completely.

She trembled, and her delicate soles bore small wounds.

The blood that oozed out was painfully vivid, evoking a sharp pang of sympathy.

“Hmph, none of your business!” The girl stubbornly turned her head away.

Seeing her proud yet slightly wronged expression, Zhuang Fan shook his head helplessly and softened his tone.

“We’re both compatriots. How could I leave you behind in such danger?”

“Consider it my apology for offending you earlier, alright?”

Her eyes widened slightly at his sincere words.

She slowly lifted her head, her clear, limpid gaze fixed on him.

But she only pressed her lips together, neither nodding nor shaking.

Zhuang Fan turned back and continued, “Let’s forget the unpleasantness earlier, please.”

“I didn’t mean it. Things got urgent, and I acted rashly. Don’t take it to heart.”

She remained silent, but the slight quiver of her lashes betrayed a flicker of emotion.

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