31 survival points is indeed too few. Xia Ning glanced at the deep, dark forest, but she was definitely not going in to risk her life to farm points.

Save your survival points wisely and use them effectively.

Xia Ning pondered, since the mall sells attribute cards, who knows when they might start selling skill cards.

Attribute cards cost 30 points, while skill cards might cost 300 points.

Her long-term goal is to accumulate 300 survival points.

The "Portable Supermarket" skill is useful, but it leans towards support, and vehicle upgrades also consistently increase defense.

If the highways are merged in the future, or become multiplayer instances, Xia Ning will need to acquire an additional offensive skill to feel secure.

The premise of "I will not attack unless attacked" is that there must be a certain degree of deterrence; otherwise, one will only be "a fish on the chopping block."

Having made up her mind, Xia Ning continued cycling forward.

Fortunately, her windshield was made of ordinary glass, not broken or dirty glass, otherwise she would have had to wash the car first.

Sweat soaked through her sports vest, but Xia Ning didn't care. She wore a new one every day anyway, switching from a women's vest to a men's one, so she never had to worry about running out of clothes.

The cycling speed in the afternoon was much slower than in the morning. By 6:30, only one white resource box had been opened, and Xia Ning obtained [whole wheat bread x2] and [common wood x1].

Xia Ning wasn't in a hurry. After all, other people's eyesight was strained when searching for treasure chests, but her legs were exhausted!

Perhaps because she had been staying at home and reading too many time-travel novels and anime about alternate universes, she sometimes fantasized about what the female protagonist would do. Xia Ning adapted much faster than expected.

She thought she would go crazy if she lost her internet connection, but in fact, she was quite busy with her daily overthinking.

When she couldn't ride any longer, she would stop and fix the tricycle.

Don't get me wrong, it's not a decorative tricycle.

Xia Ning thought the system's statement made a lot of sense: mental attacks are still attacks.

So, just stay ugly!

The baffle only has one side facing forward; the left and right sides are openwork.

Xia Ning thought that there were many mosquitoes in the rainforest, and since she hadn't encountered any in the past two days, she might encounter them again in the future. So she found a mosquito net in the supermarket and cut and trimmed it to make a curtain.

As it turned out, her idea was indeed ingenious; through her clumsy handiwork, the tricycle's attack power increased to 0.3.

Xia Ning: ...My feelings are complicated; I'm not very happy.

At 6:30 p.m., Xia Ning parked the car in the middle of the road, climbed into the car, and started cooking dinner by the light of day.

She first boiled a pot of water, then poured out some to make instant milk tea.

Xia Ning has a peculiar habit: the more she can't eat something, the more she craves it. Her mother calls it—being a glutton.

There are definitely no milk tea shops in this remote, alien planet, so Xia Ning has to find a cheaper alternative.

The remaining hot water was used to cook pasta.

Xia Ning isn't really good at making Italian pasta, but that's okay, businesses can come up with anything, they've already released all sorts of easy-to-make recipes.

Cook the noodles, heat the vegetables, drizzle with sauce, and it's perfect!

The time spent cooking noodles was rather boring. Xia Ning rested her chin on her hand and watched the bubbling boiling water. Suddenly, she felt that a packet of noodles was too lonely, so she boldly added—wontons!

That's right, she wants to eat wonton spaghetti.

It is simply called Italian-style wonton noodles.

Hong Kongers were silent upon seeing this, while Italians were outraged.

Xia Ning herself felt good about herself; she didn't have stinky tofu with pizza!

In the past, when Xia Ning read those apocalyptic novels about natural disasters, she never understood where the protagonist got the leisure to cook every day and come up with ingenious ideas for every meal. It always made her feel like she was reading a food novel instead of a survival novel.

Now that she has personally experienced the time travel, she can finally taste some of the flavor.

Food culture is one of the symbols of civilization.

Looking down at the familiar words on the plastic packaging, they seemed to be constantly reminding Xia Ning where she came from and where she should return, urging her not to get lost in the wilderness.

Xia Ning, with a straw in her mouth, took a deep sip, the sweet red bean flavor swirling between her teeth.

She will return to Earth someday.

-

Weather forecast: Nightfall will begin at 7 p.m. tonight.

Xia Ning opened the virtual interface and checked the time: 6:40.

It was three minutes later than yesterday's announcement; the system alert was indeed unreliable.

By the time Xia Ning finished her daily plate-emptying plan, it was almost dark.

She pulled the carriage up from the inside. The carriage had no windows, and once the door was closed, it became a completely enclosed, cramped space.

Fortunately, Xia Ning doesn't have claustrophobia. She pushed the folding table to the far side, placed a lamp on it, and then lay down comfortably to digest her food.

Unable to straighten her legs while lying upright, Xia Ning piled up pillows to make a makeshift beanbag chair and yawned while half-sitting and half-lying down.

She didn't dare turn on the light in the tent yesterday, but she's not afraid of light leaking in the carriage today.

Xia Ning plans to finish reading the road trip survival novel before going to bed tonight, although so far, apart from the time travel at the beginning, the two people's experiences are completely different.

The protagonist has been driving for three days and has already started using firearms to mow down the monsters.

She rode her bicycle for two days and only poked one small animal.

No comparison, no comparison.

Xia Ning read the latest chapter, where a cannon fodder character ran out of gas and got stuck on the road, unable to open the treasure chest. With no one willing to help him, he starved to death on the highway.

Xia Ning was startled and hurriedly called out to her only friend, "The Tragedy of Burying Love".

[Friends Channel]

Xia Ning: "Sis, do you have enough gas?"

Ji Li: "What, did you run into gasoline?"

Xia Ning: "No."

Ji Li: "What are you talking about if you don't have anything to say?"

Xia Ning: "Be civilized, watch your language."

Ji Li: "Pfft pfft pfft (- -o) =3 =3 =3"

Xia Ning: "Handing the boss [2 tissues]"

Ji Li: "You still have this good stuff? Why didn't you say so earlier? Want to trade? I'll trade you my [outdated silk scarf]."

Xia Ning's pupils dilated in shock: "Could it be that you... these past two days..."

Ji Li: "I rinsed it with water!!!"

Xia Ning: "Okay, okay, I believe you, I believe you."

— Player "Phantom Princess" requests a trade.

— Exchange 2 packs of toilet paper for an outdated silk scarf.

The next second, Xia Ning received a red and green tie-dyed silk scarf.

Xia Ning believes that fashion is cyclical; what's an outdated scarf today may be a trendy fashion item tomorrow!