Desert Island Survival: A Hundredfold Improvement After Having a Baby?

[Damaged satellite phone: Mainboard severely corroded, battery short-circuited. Did not successfully transmit any signal before falling into the water. Current rescue probability: 0%.]

0% chance of rescue.

Lin Fan felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head; the chill exploded instantly, and on the sun-drenched beach where the temperature was nearly forty degrees Celsius, he couldn't help but shiver.

The surrounding noise, the sound of waves, the woman's screams... all seemed to be sucked into a vacuum in that instant.

All I could hear was a sharp buzzing sound.

He stiffly raised his head, his gaze passing over the crowd to the eerily silent primeval jungle in the distance. Where his eyes fell, the golden lettering flickered once more.

[Current location: X degrees North latitude, Y degrees East longitude (edge ​​of the Devil's Triangle region).]

[Environmental Analysis: Strong magnetic field interference; radio silence. The nearest main shipping lane is 600 nautical miles away.]

[Probability of rescue: 0.0001%; ​​the closest humans to this location are astronauts.]

Lin Fan stood there blankly, his eyes dry and aching.

Finished?

What he wanted was to live here with these women for a month, and then be taken back home.

Now, I'm afraid I'm going to die here.

Without rescue, without signal, on this deserted island that might not even be on a map, how many days could these defenseless modern people survive? Three days? Or five days?

I was stunned for a full five minutes.

Lin Fan only snapped back to reality when an unknown seabird screeched overhead and a clump of bird droppings nearly landed on his nose.

He subconsciously looked at Su Qingxue not far away.

The aloof female CEO was directing the group; although her face was pale, her eyes remained resolute.

She genuinely believed the signal had been sent.

She genuinely believed that tonight a helicopter would roar down from the sky and take them back to that civilized world with air conditioning, red wine, and Simmons mattresses.

Should we tell them the truth?

Lin Fan moved his chapped lips, but the thought was abruptly cut off the next second.

You absolutely cannot say that.

The current order hasn't collapsed because everyone believes there's still law and rescue. Once this veil is torn away, and people realize this is a lawless zone, despair will instantly give rise to the purest form of evil.

Lin Fan didn't even dare to imagine what these usually elite individuals would do in order to grab the last drop of water.

If everyone knows there's no going back, then on this deserted island, killing someone won't land you in jail.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Since there was no going back, he had to survive.

In this godforsaken place, his only reliance was the "omniscient hint" right in front of him.

His gaze refocused, and the previously chaotic beach instantly transformed into a completely different scene in his eyes.

Apart from him, almost everyone else was frantically "collecting supplies".

A sales manager who usually bossed him around was now bent over in a pile of rotting seaweed, clutching a Hermès Birkin bag that had been soaked in seawater. Ignoring the mud and stench clinging to the bag, his face lit up with the ecstatic joy of finding gold.

Not far from him, two elite men in bespoke shirts were wrestling.

In order to steal an overturned metal box.

The box was open, and more than a dozen luxury watches were scattered on the sand, gleaming alluringly in the sunlight.

"We've struck it rich! This time we've really struck it rich!"

One of the men slipped a Rolex studded with tiny diamonds onto his wrist, his face flushed with excitement, even the veins on his neck bulging. "This one's worth hundreds of millions! Take it back and resell it, and even the worst one will be a Rolex with the three-pointed star."

"Bullshit! I saw it first!" Another man lunged forward to bite him.

Human greed was magnified infinitely at this moment.

In their subconscious, survival wasn't an issue at all; they could go home tonight. Since they could go home, it was only natural that whoever grabbed the food would keep it!

Who would pick up cheap luncheon meat and bottled water at a time like this?

Only Lin Fan.

He looked at the group of monkeys that were not yet fully evolved, then turned and walked toward an inconspicuous pile of ruins.

[The damaged container: The outer shell was severely deformed, but 12 undamaged cans of luncheon meat were pressed against the bottom right corner; the seal was intact.]

[Scattered plastic boxes: Hidden beneath women's underwear and scraps of fabric was a whole box of 24 500ml bottles of mineral water.]

Without any hesitation, Lin Fan deftly pushed aside the broken wooden plank pressing down on it. When his fingertips touched the cool mineral water bottle, he felt even more reassured than if he were touching gold.

He took off his soaking wet vest, wrapped the luncheon meat tightly in it, tied a knot, and then struggled to lift the case of water, preparing to find a shady place to hide it.

Not far away, Zhao Na had just slipped a huge diamond ring onto her finger when she turned around and saw Lin Fan's actions. She couldn't help but roll her eyes, her face full of disdain. "Trying to collect a bunch of junk as if it were treasure, he's really hopeless."

"Hey, isn't this our Lin Da waiter?"

A mocking voice followed immediately.

Lin Fan stopped and turned his head to look.

Wang Qiang swaggered over with two male subordinates. The two subordinates were covered in designer bags, watches, and even several gold necklaces that they had scavenged from various corners of the house, making them look like two mobile display stands.

In Wang Qiang's hand, there was a bottle of red wine that had never been opened.

Romanée-Conti.

That was the highlight of the ship's auction, and it's said that the starting bid was for a sports car.

Wang Qiang looked at the bottled water and luncheon meat that Lin Fan was holding and laughed so hard that he almost cried.

"Lin Fan, is your brain filled with mush? Or did you drink too much seawater and not dry yourself properly?"

Wang Qiang pointed at Lin Fan, "President Su said the rescue team will arrive tonight! Once the helicopter comes, we'll head back! What are you picking up this junk for? Are you planning to take it home for your poor old mother to open a general store?"

The male colleague next to him, wearing a green Submariner he had just stolen, chuckled and shook his wrist, the light reflecting off the gold watch dazzling the eyes.

"Yeah, Lin Fan, look at all these watches your brother has. He suffered a lot on this trip, but once he sells these watches, he'll be worth millions! And you, you're just picking up a bunch of canned food? Are you a reincarnated starving ghost?"

"Don't say that," another colleague chimed in sarcastically. "After all, he's a waiter, so it's just his occupational hazard. He's probably saving the water to serve us again on the plane, hoping we'll tip him, hahaha!"

The shrill laughter echoed across the empty beach.

Looking at the group of clowns celebrating, Lin Fan felt that their mockery was like the ramblings of a dying man after learning that there was only a 0.0001% chance of being rescued.

He glanced at the priceless bottle of red wine in Wang Qiang's hand, and then at the gold watch on his colleague's wrist.

The golden subtitles reappeared:

[Romanée-Conti (1990): A top-tier red wine containing alcohol, which accelerates dehydration after consumption. Drinking it in the absence of fresh water is tantamount to slow suicide. It is recommended to consume it with a coffin.]

Rolex gold watches: Heavy metal products, neither edible nor drinkable. Aside from adding weight to burn calories, they're completely useless. Perhaps they can be used to crack walnuts?

Lin Fan's lips curled into a slight smile.

Laugh.

Keep laughing.

Once midnight tonight, when the sound of helicopter rotors stops, and when hunger and cold truly descend, I'll see whether you eat gold watches to stave off hunger or drink red wine to quench your thirst.

At that time, all those priceless treasures in your hands won't even be worth a sip of water from me!

"Have you laughed enough?" Lin Fan asked calmly, his voice surprisingly composed. "If you've laughed enough, move aside. A good dog doesn't block the way."

"What did you say?!"

Wang Qiang's expression changed. He never expected that Lin Fan, who was usually so timid and submissive, would dare to talk back.

He was about to lash out, his raised hand still unseen, when Su Qingxue's voice came from afar...