Chapter 251: Our Resources Have Limits

Shen Yu focused his mind on the Evolution option.

The light-blue screen instantly changed.

[Current Vessel: Crumbling Coffin]

[Condition: Severely Damaged]

[Level: LV0]

[Durability: 3/10]

[Structure: Single Wooden Structure]

[Function: None]

[Evaluation: A barely floatable wooden box. If the sea gets a little rough, your bone brother will gain a new roommate.]

"..."

This system was cruel.

However, Shen Yu was more interested in the information beneath the evaluation.

[Evolvable Direction: Simple Bone-and-Wood Raft]

[Evolution Requirements:]

[1. Wood: 0/10]

[2. Complete Biological Skeleton: 0/1]

[3. Evolution Points: 1/10]

Wood, bones, and Evolution Points.

Shen Yu glanced at the Evolution Point requirement.

It was 1/10, meaning he needed ten points but currently possessed only one.

The gap was enormous.

Looking around, aside from the seagull he had just killed and his unfortunate Bone Brother, there wasn’t even a shadow in sight.

Where was he supposed to find the remaining nine Evolution Points?

Still, having a goal was better than having none.

There was no point worrying about the future right now.

His first priority was food.

With a thought, he took out some fresh meat still streaked with blood and a few sharp bone shards.

The act of retrieving items from nowhere sparked another round of intense debate in the global livestream.

Dragon Nation Supreme Command Center

"Th-this is..."

"Spatial ability! A portable storage space!"

"Spatial sequence?"

Since the arrival of the Ocean Era, all nations had been collecting massive amounts of intelligence on sequence abilities.

There were Sea Knights who controlled water currents, Tide Listeners who predicted storms, and Deep-Sea Barbarians who strengthened their bodies.

But among all known sequences, no ability related to space had ever appeared.

"How valuable would the ability to store materials be in a survival game?"

"This means contestants can carry resources far beyond their physical load limits. Tools won’t be lost, and materials can be accessed at any time."

"Contestant No. 3, Jack Morrison, from Pretty Nation encountered a storm. To keep his raft balanced, he had to throw away half of his food. If he had a storage space, that would have been a strategic-level ability!"

"Am I seeing things?"

"Where did that bird go?"

"Sequence! This is definitely a sequence ability!"

"Space can store things!"

"My God! Isn’t this practically invincible in a survival game?"

However, this surprise for Dragon Nation was not so pleasant for many other countries.

Pretty Nation’s host, Jeff, pointed at the split screen showing Shen Yu.

"Oh my God! Is this magic?"

Beside him, Michael frowned.

"Shut up, Jeff. That’s not magic."

He no longer sat at the front of the stage, instead returning to his office.

The host in Stick Nation’s livestream, who had been shouting about the contestants’ fate, also fell silent.

The atmosphere in Sakura Nation’s command center was equally tense.

Dragon Nation Supreme Command Center

"Director Zhang!"

A technician suddenly stood up.

"Communication frequencies from the intelligence departments of multiple countries are fluctuating. We’ve intercepted encrypted orders concerning Comrade Shen Yu from at least fifteen countries!"

"General Pei, what are they trying to—"

"I know."

General Pei cut her off.

His face showed no anger, only the calm before a storm.

"Activate the Ten Thousand Swords System. Level-One Alert. Let the world know."

"But General, Gaius will forbid us from starting a real war," Professor Li Shu said worriedly.

"Anyway, this is our last fight. Shen Yu is our last hope."

The old general spoke calmly.

"What we must do now is tell the world: whoever dares to harm him must be prepared for us to flip the table."

"Yes, sir!"

The storms of the real world were something Shen Yu knew nothing about.

For him, the urgent matter was dealing with his food and wounds.

Shen Yu picked up a bone shard, threaded the meat onto it like a skewer, then stuck the bone into the edge of the coffin, allowing the meat to hang in the air.

He did this with four pieces before finally nodding in satisfaction.

Dragon Nation’s livestream was filled with question marks.

[Hang it up? Is he trying to dry it?]

[Why not eat it directly? Didn’t he just drink blood?]

As the comments debated, Shen Yu processed the remaining meat while softly speaking to the air.

"Raw meat is much safer if it’s dried a little before eating."

"I’m a doctor. Earlier, it was an emergency. To replenish water and salt, drinking a small amount of fresh arterial blood was a forced choice. Everyone must not imitate this."

This gentle explanation, paired with the audience’s vivid memory of him twisting the mutated bird’s neck with his bare hands and drinking blood without flinching, made the contrast especially striking.

Professor Li Shu nodded instinctively.

"He’s right. This comrade’s knowledge and mental strength far exceed what we imagined."

Zhang Guangwei’s tightly furrowed brows had already relaxed.

"He knows he’s being livestreamed. He’s reassuring us, showing that he’s professional and giving us a sense of security."

The comments in Dragon Nation’s livestream gradually calmed.

[So that’s how it is. I wrongly blamed the master.]

[I wrote down this knowledge in my little notebook. Maybe I’ll need it later.]

[Forget the previous stuff. First, you have to be able to beat a mutated seagull.]

After handling the food, Shen Yu raised his injured left hand.

The wound wasn’t large, and the bleeding had stopped, but it was very deep—almost going through his palm.

"Damn it!"

He was mentally wailing.

"It’s impressive. You’ve managed to send me from one apocalypse straight into another."

Without hesitation, Shen Yu tore off the sleeve of his already dirty white coat and folded it several times on his lap to absorb the blood.

Then he stuffed a long strip of cloth into his mouth and bit down.

He held the sharp bird beak like a scalpel, aiming it at the wound on his left palm.

"Come on, friend."

No matter how sharp the bird’s beak was, it couldn’t compare to a scalpel.

Shen Yu frowned tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, but he sliced the flesh without hesitation, forcibly opening the wound into a cross.

Blood dripped between his fingers.

He didn’t simply stop the bleeding. Instead, he pressed the wound hard to force out any dirt that might have entered.

Even the battle-hardened General Pei gripped the armrest, sweating for the young man.

"This is wound cleaning," Professor Li Shu explained. "Such deep, narrow wounds can breed tetanus bacteria. Ordinary infections might be resisted by the immune system for a few days, but tetanus could kill someone by tomorrow."

[So that’s it. I won’t talk nonsense again.]

[Sorry, Master Shen Yu.]

[From now on, even if you say poop can be eaten, I’ll believe you.]

[Poop can be eaten anyway.]

[Uh... that part above seems wrong.]

[Hahaha! I was about to cry. Don’t tease me!]

General Pei slowly released the armrest, his eyes brighter than ever.

"You mean no file on Shen Yu was found?"

The young analyst with glasses stood there sweating, explaining nervously.

"Yes, General Pei. Shen Yu has no record from birth to school, nor any border-crossing records. Everything is blank."

He swallowed.

"It’s as if he appeared out of nowhere. A living person without any trace of existence in this information age..."

"Could he be a spy?" someone whispered.

"Impossible!"

Zhang Guangwei immediately rebutted angrily.

"What kind of spy would risk everything for another country at this moment, and even reassure its people?"

"I also think it’s impossible. How could a spy have no identity?" Li Shu pushed up her glasses.

Everyone looked at General Pei in the main seat, waiting for his decision.

The general’s weathered face showed no emotion. He simply waved a hand.

"Heroes are not questioned about their origins. No matter where he comes from, we only need to know that he’s fighting for Dragon Nation now."

"That’s right. Worrying about his past is meaningless."

"Send the order immediately. Create a top-secret file for Comrade Shen Yu."

"From now on, he is a pure-blooded son of Dragon Nation."

"Yes, sir!"

"Uh... What should we write inside? Do I still need to teach you?"

"If you ask again tomorrow, don’t come back."

Above the Sea

Shen Yu spat out the cloth soaked with saliva and cold sweat, leaning against the coffin wall as he waited for the pain to lessen.

The wound had been treated well.

Still, the sight of flesh turned outward was enough to make anyone’s scalp tingle.

[I take back what I said before. He’s a wolf man—a little more ruthless than ruthless.]

[I’d call him the Wolf Destroyer.]

[I can’t help holding my own hand while watching the livestream. That wound is so big! What if it gets infected?]

[He’s at sea!]

The viewers’ concerns weren’t entirely wrong.

Shen Yu rested for a few minutes. When his hand began to feel numb and twitch, he took out the largest feather.

He cleaned it, split open its hollow shaft, and gently placed it deep into the wound to prevent it from closing too early and allowing pus to build up.

[What is he doing now?]

[Inserting a tube? I don’t even dare to question him anymore.]

After finishing, Shen Yu finally wrapped his palm with a clean piece of torn shirt, tying a simple knot.

Everything he could do for now was done.

Simply sitting here and waiting would never bring him prey or supplies.

But how was he supposed to move this broken coffin?

His gaze slowly fell on Brother Bone.

"Not bad."

The livestream audience was already numb.

[I get it.]

[You get what?]

[I don’t get it at all!]

[What did the big boss mean by ’not bad’? Brother Bone, I feel cold all over!]

[Oh, right. I’m already dead.]

One minute later, Shen Yu’s thin wooden coffin successfully moved across the sea, cutting a faint ripple through the blue water.

The camera zoomed in.

Shen Yu leaned against one side, lazily rowing with one arm.

"Big brother, your legs are really long."

"Let me borrow them for now. When we reach shore, I’ll definitely find you a good feng shui burial place, facing south and north."

[Sorry, I couldn’t hold it. I was getting emotional just now.]

[Hahaha! I thought the big boss was a cold-blooded killer.]

[But the dead deserve respect. Isn’t this disrespecting the dead? Who is this idiot? Get him out!]

[Exactly! Brother Bone hasn’t said anything. Who asked you to talk?]

The atmosphere in the command center also became much more relaxed.

A female staff officer couldn’t stop the corners of her mouth from rising, desperately trying to hide it.

Zhang Guangwei made no such effort.

After laughing enough, he rubbed his sore cheeks.

"This kid..."

The livestreams in other countries were not nearly as cheerful, because most of their pioneers were still miserably struggling through disaster-like situations.

Jeff from Pretty Nation looked as though he had swallowed a fly.

"Oh my God! The Dragon Nation contestant is actually using the bones of his own kind as oars? This is the act of a demon!"