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

"Magnetic field disorder? How is that possible..."

Song Ya's face turned deathly pale, and she staggered backward, clutching her clothes. "President Su's phone is a top-of-the-line satellite phone, supposedly with omnidirectional global coverage. Even if it's lost in a deserted area, it can still connect..."

"Global blind spots? A brain is a good thing, but unfortunately you don't have one." Lin Fan sneered.

Do you know why a cruise ship weighing tens of thousands of tons would suddenly veer off course without warning?

"Do you know why there aren't any weather warnings for tsunamis that can reach heights of 100 meters?"

Song Ya was stunned. She racked her brains but couldn't come up with a single word in rebuttal.

"Because this place is not on any known satellite maps." Lin Fan walked to the cave entrance and pointed to the thick aurora on the horizon.

"Look up and see clearly. How does the sun set? Is that west? This godforsaken place has such a completely broken geomagnetic field that a compass spins like a fan. You expect to get a satellite signal?"

Song Ya looked in the direction he was pointing, and felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

That was by no means a beautiful sunset; the sky resembled a rotting, purplish-red viscera, and the oppressive feeling was something I had never experienced before.

There was no shipping route, only the tireless waves crashing against the wreckage of the cruise ship.

The workplace rules and civilized bottom lines that she had always upheld collapsed at this moment.

Tears streamed down her face as she slid down the rock face and sat down on a rock, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "Then...then we can't go back...we're really going to die here..."

"Shut up. If crying would help, go to the beach and cry yourself into a freshwater lake."

Lin Fan pulled out the dagger from his waist and picked up a piece of hardwood about the thickness of his forearm at the entrance of the cave.

The blade flips.

"Swish! Swish!"

With the sawdust falling off, in less than three minutes, the originally blunt branch was sharpened into an extremely sharp point.

"Here you go." Lin Fan tossed the sharpened wooden spear at Song Ya's feet.

Song Ya trembled with fear, her hands shaking as she looked at the sharp wooden splinter, too scared to even touch it.

"It's about five o'clock in the afternoon now." Lin Fan looked at Song Ya's waterproof digital watch. "Although the strong magnetic field is interfering with this thing and it's jumping the clock, it will be completely dark in three hours at most."

"Those idiots down there are still dreaming of a helicopter coming to pick them up. After midnight, extreme hunger and despair will turn them into real beasts."

"At that time, your good looks will be the most sought-after commodity in their eyes. The kind where you can get something for free and not go to jail."

Song Ya's face turned pale, and she bit her lip tightly.

"I'm going out to find something. You stay here and guard the house." Lin Fan sheathed his straight knife. "If anyone comes up here, grip this stick tightly with both hands, aim it at their neck or stomach, and stab it in hard, then stir it around."

"Stab...stab someone?" Song Ya shook her head frantically, her eyes filled with fear. "I can't...murder is illegal..."

"Then just wait to be stripped naked and played with in turn, and finally get a sip of water in exchange."

"Put aside your desire to help others and respect their fate. This is a desert island; nobody cares about the law, only life and death. If you want to be a saint, be prepared to be devoured. It's your choice."

After saying that, Lin Fan ignored the completely frozen Song Ya and turned to walk into the heat outside the cave.

Lin Fan quickly made his way to the other side of the coastline.

He deliberately avoided the beach where the main group was gathered, as it had long been turned upside down by the swarm of flies.

In their field of vision, the pale golden light of the omniscient prompt began to flicker frequently among the ruins and wreckage.

Lin Fan's brain automatically filters out all junk information.

Suddenly, in the shallow, rocky area two hundred meters ahead, a deep golden light pierced through the obstruction of the seawater and flashed wildly.

[A waterproof, airtight box tightly entangled in seaweed: Originally a high-end storage box from the cruise ship's kitchen, the lock is deformed but the seal is perfect.]

[Includes: 10 bags of dried beef jerky (extremely high in calories), 3 bars of high-purity dark chocolate, 1 medical first-aid kit (containing antibiotics, iodine, and bandages), and 1 tactical folding entrenching tool.]

Wow, this is a huge profit!

These high-calorie foods are like life-saving elixirs in this godforsaken place where even grass roots are scarce.

Not to mention the first aid kit. On this island where even a scrape can be fatal, antibiotics are a million times more expensive than gold!

And that entrenching tool, which can be used for digging and chopping, is absolutely a must-have for the wilderness.

Lin Fan lowered his body and quickly approached the rock wall.

As he rounded a huge reef, he glanced down at the main force's camp.

This group of former social elites is now staging a tragicomedy that is utterly absurd.

Su Qingxue sat alone in the deepest part of the shadows. Her white one-piece swimsuit, though dry, was covered in sand and looked disheveled.

She held the satellite phone with its black screen in both hands, her chapped and bleeding lips trembling slightly, clearly trying to suppress the burning pain in her throat.

Several times, her gaze involuntarily drifted towards the hillside.

There is sweet mineral water and an enticing aroma of meat.

All you need to do is collect some seaweed and dry firewood to change the water...

No! Absolutely not!

Su Qingxue clenched her fists tightly. She was the Queen of the Tang Dynasty, worth billions. How could she possibly bow down to a lowly beast of burden?

Midnight! As long as we can hold out until midnight and the rescue arrives, we must make Lin Fan kneel down and beg her!

On the other side, A-list celebrity Liu Feifei had long since lost her glamorous goddess image, slumped on the sand, her eyes glazed over.

Meanwhile, Wang Qiang and several male colleagues were circling around a pile of designer bags and Rolex watches.

"Manager Wang... I feel like I'm about to die." Zhang Tao's eyes were sunken.

"If you want to die, get the hell out of here." Wang Qiang angrily loosened his tie and slapped Li Bin hard across the face. "Damn it! Did you steal some of my water just now?"

Li Bin was so badly beaten that he saw stars, but he didn't even have the strength to talk back. He just instinctively licked his dry, chapped lips.

Lin Fan watched this scene with undisguised mockery in his eyes.

When the cold wind blows in the middle of the night, these self-important fools will realize that their proud social class can't even buy a live crab on this island.

He didn't stop, but continued forward until he reached the spot, where he drew his tactical straight knife and deftly cut the tough seaweed wrapped around the sealed box, then exerted force with both hands.

"Splash!"

The heavy box was dragged out of the water and slammed heavily onto the rocks.

Lin Fan aimed the knife handle at the deformed latch and struck hard. With a "click," the lid of the box popped open.

The waterproof sealing strips perfectly withstood the seawater, keeping the contents completely dry.

He tore open a bar of dark chocolate, broke off half of it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The bittersweet flavor exploded in my mouth.

As you chew, the high-calorie sugar is quickly absorbed by the stomach, turning into a warm current that travels throughout your body.

The muscles, which had been somewhat soft, were now full of strength again.

This is the confidence that hard currency brings!

Lin Fan carefully concealed the beef and chocolate close to his body, and hung the first aid kit on his tactical belt.

Finally, he gripped the heavy manganese steel entrenching tool in his hand.

[Tactical Folding Engineer's Shovel: Moderately heavy, yet extremely powerful when swung. Not only can it dig pits to build camps, but it can also shatter human skulls as smoothly as slicing a watermelon.]