Chapter 133: Chapter 133: Preparing for the Possible Upcoming Activity
[Received Small Toy Car x1, Teddy Bear x1, Floral Handkerchief x2, Matcha Ice Cream x5]
Talent activated... items doubled.
"Huh? A toy car and a doll again. The next event isn’t going to be playing with little kids, is it?"
She tried hard to recall the contents of the book, but she found that the longer she stayed here, the fuzzier her memory of the novel became.
Her Attributes were clearly improving, which should have made her memory sharper.
’The system must be doing something to me. I’d be a fool to believe otherwise.’
But what did it matter if she knew nothing? She still had to face whatever came her way.
Since the treasure chests she fished up today were very likely related to the next event, she couldn’t afford to slack off anymore.
She sighed, stored the items in her warehouse, and then went straight from the balcony out to the thatched shelter.
While she fished, she opened the group chat.
Faye Yardley: Don’t forget to fish for treasure chests today, everyone. I got a toy car and a doll, so the next event might be related to kids or some kind of similar game.
Bonnie Callahan: I’m fishing now, but I’m about to melt from the heat. I’m sitting at my door with an Ice Basin behind me, but it’s not helping much. I’m facing the ocean and about to get scorched.
Leo Sloan: I’ve only caught one chest all morning. Haven’t opened it yet. Looks like I can’t rest.
Kyle Lewis: Thanks for the reminder, Miss Yardley! I got a little toy car too. It’s an excavator, so cool! [Photo.jpg]
Bonnie Callahan: Cool. You guys are giving me the motivation to keep going.
Wade Warren: @Faye Yardley, Leader, do you think the new event might turn us into kids and make us compete?
Seeing Wade Warren’s message, Faye Yardley thought for a moment before replying: It’s possible. For now, everyone should hold onto what they get from the chests and not trade them away. They could be useful items.
Wade Warren: Okay, thanks for the heads-up, Leader.
Faye Yardley felt a tug on her fishing rod and immediately pulled it up. It was just two strands of seaweed this time. She grumbled under her breath but took them anyway.
Meanwhile, Willow Yardley, who was beside her, fished up a Wooden Treasure Chest. Faye Yardley casually put it in her backpack.
"Nice one, Willow. You caught a chest so quickly."
"That’s because you’re here, Sis."
Faye Yardley smiled, not thinking much of it.
But for Willow Yardley, it was the honest truth. When she was on her own, she never caught chests this quickly.
’They should be back by tomorrow at the latest. I just don’t know if they’ll have time to fish for chests when they get back.’ Faye thought about how her brother and the others had left yesterday.
’Looks like I need to work harder at fishing for treasure chests and prepare my brother’s share too. My Talent gives me extra supplies, but the more, the better. Who would complain about having too much?’
She fished all afternoon, catching four Wooden Treasure Chests and one tin box, along with a fair amount of seafood.
She was afraid the special fishing rod would pull up something strange again, so she didn’t use it in the afternoon.
’Today probably isn’t a good day for it,’ she thought. ’I’ll try again tomorrow.’
When she came out of the thatched shelter, the ice-encased man was still lying peacefully on his back with his eyes closed. The puddle of water beneath him was slightly larger, but not by much, as it evaporated quickly.
The layer of ice covering him, however, seemed mostly unchanged.
"Looks like you’ll have to keep lying there for a while."
Just then, Eamon walked over cheerfully. "Sis, I harvested the radishes, bok choy, and the mushrooms that sprouted today."
"Whoa, there’s a person here?"
"You did a great job, Eamon. But this guy has been lying here all afternoon. You didn’t notice?"
Eamon looked embarrassed. "I was in the planting room the whole time and wasn’t paying attention. The new herb seeds I planted are really interesting."
Faye couldn’t understand how seeds could be interesting, but Eamon certainly had a green thumb. ’Maybe he can sense the plants’ thoughts,’ she mused.
Eamon circled the frozen man twice and said, "How strange. Can he really survive being frozen like this? Sticking with you really lets me see all sorts of different things, Sis."
It was already past 6 p.m., but the sun was still scorching, as if it couldn’t bear to set.
"Alright, let’s get ready for dinner."
"Okay, Sis! Can I take him to my little house? It’s spacious enough for him."
Faye let out a sound of surprise, then shook her head. "No, definitely not. We don’t know if he’ll be hostile when he wakes up. What if he’s with you and hurts you? Just let him lie in the thatched shelter. You can drag him over there."
"Then I’ll listen to you, Sis." Eamon was happy that Faye was concerned for his safety and was immediately full of energy.
After going inside through the floor-to-ceiling balcony doors, she locked them from the inside.
While fishing for treasure chests that afternoon, Faye had carefully studied her raft and noticed it now had some new defensive functions.
For example, she could set it so that if the ice-encased man made any sudden moves—daring to attack them or damage her raft—the raft would automatically expel him. Once he was off the raft, the Arrow Tower would immediately open fire.
The Arrow Tower couldn’t fire on the raft’s interior. She wondered if this was a protection mechanism the system provided for raft owners.
Because of this, Faye felt much more at ease. She didn’t have to worry about doing a good deed only to be stabbed in the back.
Of course, this didn’t mean the man was necessarily bad—it was just a precaution. It was always best to be prepared.
"Sis, dinner’s ready! It’s a crab feast."
Faye saw the plump, white, palm-sized buns on the dining table. "Are those crab roe soup dumplings?"
"Yes, I made them a little big. Hurry and try one, Sis."
After washing her hands, Faye picked one up and took a bite. The soupy broth immediately trickled down.
She gave Willow a thumbs-up. They were absolutely delicious.
Seeing how much she truly liked them, Willow’s eyes crinkled into a smile.
She took five of the crab roe soup dumplings and sent them out in the group chat as a lucky-draw Red Envelope, but each person online could only grab one.
Kyle Lewis managed to grab one and immediately sent it to his mother. "Mom, see? My friends are really nice to me, so you don’t have to worry. This dumpling is for you. I’ll share with you again next time I get something good."
Leah Chandler returned the Red Envelope. "You eat it, Kyle. Your friend gave it to you, so you should have it. You don’t need to share with Mom."
Kyle Lewis just called his mom directly, then split the dumpling in two right in front of her. "Now you have to eat it. Otherwise, it’ll go to waste, and I’m not eating the other half."
"Alright, alright, Mom accepts. Kyle, did you upgrade your raft? It looks so much bigger."
Kyle Lewis then gave his mom a full tour of his raft. "Yeah, I upgraded it. It’s all thanks to the group leader’s help."
"Your group leader doesn’t have any strange demands, do they?"
"Mom, what do we even have out here that’s worth scheming over? Don’t worry. The leader is just a kind person helping the group members get through this together."
"Is that so? Then it sounds like our Kyle has met a true benefactor."
