The entire school embarks on a survival journey, starting from a primeval rainforest.

Sunlight struggled to pierce through the thick fog, casting its rays upon the mottled dormitory building.

Upon learning that Jiang Fan was finally going into the water, the survivors of the West Campus unanimously gathered on the relatively open shore near Building 2.

There were quite a few of them, a dark mass, but rather than a crowd, they were more like a group of shadows that had just barely struggled out of exhaustion and despair.

Accompanied by Ding Hang, Lin Feng, and a few others, Jiang Fan arrived inside Building 2, his gaze sweeping over the people slumped on the floor in the corridor.

This is the girls' dormitory building where Li Luojia and Huo Xuan live.

Just over two days later, these peers in the three-story corridor were already marked with the marks of despair.

Most of them were dressed in dirty clothes, had sallow complexions, sunken eyes, and bloodshot eyes.

Many people had their hair sticking messily to their cheeks, and looked either blank or anxious.

They huddled on the cold floor of the corridor, lacking enough food and clean water.

Worse still, they struggle to get a good night's sleep, and their mental state visibly deteriorates.

Compared to those who have dormitories to stay in, are in relatively good spirits, or can occupy a place in the fourth-floor corridor without worrying too much about the dangers at night, most of those who can only spend the night in the third-floor corridor are on the verge of collapse.

Upon seeing Jiang Fan appear, there was a brief commotion in the crowd, and countless eyes instantly focused on him, their gazes a mixture of almost humble expectation, undisguised worry, and a hint of anxiety on the verge of collapse.

Jiang Fan noticed that a thin girl's sleeves were hanging loosely.

Her arm is gone.

It is said that it was torn apart by a caiman that climbed up the building at night.

He found it hard to imagine how the other person had managed to survive without treatment, medication, food, or clean water.

But compared to some people who were killed by wild beasts that came up at night, she was lucky; at least she was still alive.

At the same time, she was also unfortunate, as she endured too much suffering.

"Jiang Fan... are you really sure you can do it? There were some things in the water before..." Someone leaned against the corner of the corridor and whispered to their companion, their voice hoarse.

"I don't know... but he's our only hope. If we don't get the key back, we won't even have a door to keep out the wind..." his companion replied, his hands nervously twisting together, his eyes filled with expectation.

But most people just stared blankly at Jiang Fan, their eyes empty and vacant.

Jiang Fan could feel the heavy pressure permeating the air.

Those who can only spend the night in the third-floor corridor and those who have shelters to stay in seem to live in two different worlds.

It's said that in the apocalypse, the saints will be killed first. Jiang Fan has always considered himself not to be a soft-hearted person with excessive sympathy.

But for some reason, for a moment, he felt a surge of urge to encourage everyone to live well.

Nangong Yue and Lin Feng had been trying to persuade Jiang Fan that they had already passed the most difficult period and were at least not short of food for the time being, so there was no need to take any risks.

But for some reason, after seeing the condition of the other survivors, they couldn't bring themselves to say the last words of advice to Jiang Fan.

In the end, Nangong Yue only said, "Be very careful."

"There are no big guys underwater," the tabby cat in Nangong Yue's arms meowed.

Jiang Fan nodded.

The most serious underwater threat has just been eliminated by them, and now is the best time to go into the water.

He calmly checked the water-repelling beads on his wrist, nodded slightly to a few acquaintances, and without further ado, turned and jumped into the murky water.

The water rippled slightly, instantly swallowing his figure.

The shore fell into a deathly silence instantly, even the previous hushed discussions disappeared.

Everyone craned their necks, widened their eyes, and stared intently at the area where Jiang Fan had entered the water, as if they could see through the murky water.

Time seemed to stretch out endlessly in the silence, each second feeling as if it had been stretched out countless times.

Some people unconsciously gripped the hands of their companions, their nails digging into their flesh without them realizing it;

Some people's lips moved silently, as if in prayer;

Many others had tense expressions, even breathing very softly, afraid of disturbing anything or missing any sound.

Lin Feng, Ding Hang, and the others also stayed on the shore. Although, according to Jiang Fan's guess, the ferocious beast underwater had been frightened away by the mutated black armored crocodile, their expressions remained serious.

Waiting, agonizing waiting.

Li Luojia, standing in the crowd, had red eyes and prayed silently.

Huo Xuan's breath caught in her throat, and she stared blankly at the ripples spreading across the water.

It felt like a long time had passed, yet it also felt like only a moment.

"Splash—"

With a splash, Jiang Fan emerged from the water, grasped Lin Feng's outstretched hand, and nimbly returned to the shore, holding two large bunches of keys with clear labels in his hands!

"The key! It's the key!" A sharp-eyed girl was the first to shout, her voice trembling with excitement.

After a brief pause, a roaring sound like a tsunami suddenly erupted from the shore!

"He got it! He really got it!"

"Our keys! We're saved!"

"Waaah..." Someone collapsed to the ground, covered their face with their hands, and tears streamed down their face through their fingers. It was the release of the fear and helplessness that had been building up for days.

Many others wept with joy, or hugged their companions tightly, incoherently shouting "Thank you" and "That's wonderful!"

Ecstasy, like a tangible wave, swept over every survivor.

Their gazes toward Jiang Fan were filled with the purest gratitude and the relief of surviving a disaster.

Almost simultaneously, in Jiang Fan's mind, the familiar system notification sounds rang out with unprecedented intensity, no longer just sporadic chimes, but truly transforming into a surging wave of sound:

Congratulations on receiving 77 gratitude points from Li Luojia!

Congratulations on receiving 28 gratitude points from Huo Xuan!

Congratulations on receiving 65 gratitude points from Xu Qing!

...

The prompts were densely packed, almost forming a continuous sheet.

At the edge of Jiang Fan's vision, the number representing the total amount of gratitude points began to jump and climb at an unprecedented speed!

Soon, it reached an unprecedented height: 9066 points.

And it is still slowly climbing.

Not only that, Ji Meng and Tian Mo also squeezed out of the crowd to congratulate Jiang Fan repeatedly, their eyes full of anticipation.

The two of them were the ones who represented Building 1 and Building 4 in negotiating with Jiang Fan.

As the negotiating representative for Building 2, Xu Qing picked up a dry towel that had been prepared beforehand to wipe Jiang Fan's body.

"No need, it'll get wet again later," Jiang Fan quickly stopped him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nangong Yue squeezing in with a towel in her hand.

Upon hearing his words, Ji Meng and Tian Mo's eyes shone with anticipation, as if they couldn't wait to drag him to their dormitory building to get the keys.

At the same time, Jiang Fan took the two white cards that Xu Qing had promised from her.

[White Skill Card - Gun Weapon Mastery +1]

[White Skill Card - Sword Weapon Mastery +1]

This was a request he made beforehand.

After today's battle, he realized that strong strength is the most important asset for survival right now.

Therefore, during negotiations with the three, he demanded that they provide as many weapons, weapon mastery, or other cards that could quickly enhance their strength as possible.

"Jiang Fan, I'm so grateful! We'll count the supplies and send them to you as soon as possible!" Xu Qing's eyes were slightly red, and her tone was sincere.

Jiang Fan nodded, his face displaying just the right amount of fatigue and composure.

He glanced at the crowd still immersed in ecstasy, listened to the lingering echo of the system notification in his mind, and felt the tangible presence of the card in his hand and the abundant supplies that were about to be obtained.

Their eyes met in mid-air.