9: Chapter 9 A brain is a good thing, it's a pity you don't have one.

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

Song Ya's face turned pale as she retreated step by step, clutching her clothes. "President Su's satellite phone is a top-tier model, claiming global coverage with no dead zones. Even if it dropped into a no-man's land, it should still be able to connect..."

"Global coverage with no dead zones? A brain is a good thing, unfortunately you don't have one." Lin Fan scoffed out loud.

"Do you know why a ten-thousand-ton cruise ship would veer off course without any warning?"

"Do you know why a tsunami reaching a hundred meters high didn't even have a meteorological early warning?"

Song Ya was stunned. She racked her brain, but couldn't refute it with even half a word.

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"Because this place is simply not on humanity's known satellite map." Lin Fan walked over to the cave entrance, pointing at the thick streak of aurora on the horizon.

"Raise your head and look clearly. How did the sun set? Is that direction the west? This ghost place has a completely collapsed geomagnetism; the compass spins so fast it could be used as an electric fan, and you expect to connect to satellite signals?"

Song Ya looked in the direction of his finger, and her whole body felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

That was definitely not some aesthetic twilight; the sky looked like a rotting purplish-red visceral organ, and that sense of oppression was something she had never experienced before.

There were no shipping lanes, only the waves tirelessly crashing against the cruise ship wreckage.

The workplace rules and civilizational baseline she had always adhered to collapsed instantly at this moment.

Tears dropped patter-patters down as she slid down the rock wall and sat on a stone, her voice shaking beyond recognition: "Th-Then we can't go back... We're really going to die here..."

"Shut up. If crying were useful, you'd go to the beach right now and cry out a freshwater lake."

Lin Fan backhanded and pulled out the dagger at his lower back, picking out a forearm-thick piece of hardwood at the cave entrance.

The blade flipped.

"Swish! Swish!"

Wood chips peeled off, and in less than three minutes, the originally blunt branch was carved into an extremely sharp tip.

"Hold this." Lin Fan tossed the sharpened wooden spear at Song Ya's feet.

Song Ya trembled all over in fright. Looking at the sharp wooden spike, her hands were shaking so much that she didn't even dare to touch it.

"It's about five o'clock in the afternoon now." Lin Fan looked at Song Ya's waterproof electronic watch, "Although the strong magnetic field makes this thing's code jump around wildly, at most in another three hours, the sky will turn completely pitch black."

"Those idiots down below are still daydreaming about helicopters coming to pick them up. Once midnight passes, extreme thirst coupled with despair will turn them into real beasts."

"By then, this fine physical vessel of yours will be the most sought-after resource in their eyes. The kind you can get for free without going to jail."

Song Ya's little face turned pale as she bit her lip hard.

"I'm going out to find some things, you guard the base." Lin Fan shoved the straight knife back into its sheath, "If anyone sneaks up, grip this wooden stick with both hands, aim at their neck or stomach, stab it in hard, and then stir."

"St-Stab someone?" Song Ya shook her head desperately, her eyes filled with fear, "I don't dare... Murder is against the law..."

"Then wait to be stripped naked and played with in turns by them, ultimately trading for a gulp of water."

"Let go of the savior complex, respect others' fate. This is a Deserted Island; no one cares about the law, only life and death. If you want to be a saint, get ready to be eaten alive, choose for yourself."

Dropping these words, Lin Fan couldn't be bothered to deal with the completely stiff Song Ya anymore, turning around to walk into the heatwaves outside the cave.

Lin Fan quickly sneaked toward the other side of the coastline.

He deliberately avoided the beach where the main force gathered; that place had long been rummaged upside down by that group of flies.

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

Lin Fan's brain automatically filtered out all garbage information.

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

[Waterproof sealed box tightly entangled by seaweed: A high-end storage box from the original cruise ship's galley, with a deformed latch but perfect sealing.]

[Contains inside: Ten bags of air-dried beef strips (extremely high calorie source), 3 bars of high-purity dark chocolate, 1 medical first aid kit (containing antibiotics, iodophor, bandages), 1 tactical folding entrenching tool.]

Good heavens, this wave is a massive profit!

These high-calorie foods were life-extending immortal pills in this ghost place where not even grass roots were left to chew on.

Not to mention that first aid kit; on this island where even scraping a little skin could be fatal, antibiotics were ten thousand times more expensive than gold!

And that entrenching tool that could dig and chop was definitely a wilderness artifact.

Lin Fan lowered his body, quickly approaching against the rock wall.

When bypassing a huge reef, he took the opportunity to glance down at the main force's camp.

This group of former social elites was staging a tragi-comedy that was absurd to the extreme at this moment.

Su Qingxue sat alone in the deepest part of the shadows. That white one-piece swimsuit, although dry, was covered in sand and dirt, making her look extremely disheveled.

She held the satellite phone with a pitch-black screen in both hands, her chapped and bleeding lips trembling slightly, obviously forcefully enduring the burning, scorching pain in her throat.

Several times, her gaze uncontrollably glanced toward the mid-mountain slope.

There was sweet mineral water there, along with the alluring aroma of meat.

As long as she went to pick up some seaweed and dry firewood, she could exchange it for water...

No! Absolutely impossible!

Su Qingxue clenched her fists fiercely. She was the queen of Shengtang with a net worth of tens of billions; how could she bow her head to a bottom-tier wage slave?

Twelve o'clock! As long as she endured until twelve o'clock when rescue arrived, she would definitely make Lin Fan kneel and beg her!

On the other side, top-tier major star Liu Feifei had long lost her glamorous goddess baggage, paralyzed on the sand with dull eyes.

Meanwhile, Wang Qiang and a few male colleagues were circling around a pile of luxury bags and Rolexes.

"Su-Supervisor Wang... I feel like I'm going to die." Zhang Tao's eye sockets were deeply sunken.

"If you're going to die, get lost far away." Wang Qiang irritably tore open his tie and backhanded a fierce slap across the face of Li Bin beside him, "Damn it! Did you secretly drink my water just now?"

Li Bin was hit until his eyes saw stars, yet he didn't even have the strength to talk back; he was just instinctively licking his chapped, peeling lips.

Lin Fan looked at this scene, the mockery in the depths of his eyes undisguised.

Once the cold wind of midnight blew, these self-important fools would understand that the social strata they prided themselves on couldn't even trade for a raw crab on this island.

He didn't stay any longer and continued forward until reaching the spot. He pulled out the tactical straight knife, neatly cut the tough seaweed entwined around the sealed box, and exerted force with both hands suddenly.

"Splash!"

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

Lin Fan used the knife handle to aim at the deformed latch and struck it hard. With a "click" sound, the box lid popped open.

The waterproof sealing strip perfectly withstood the invasion of seawater, and the supplies inside were not wet by a single drop of water.

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

The bitter and mellow taste exploded in his mouth.

Along with chewing, the high-calorie sugar was quickly absorbed by the stomach, turning into a warm current coursing through all his limbs and bones.

The muscles that were originally somewhat soft were refilled with strength.

This was the confidence brought by hard currency!

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

Finally, he grabbed that heavy manganese steel entrenching tool in his hand.

[Tactical folding entrenching tool: Moderate weight, extremely powerful when swinging and slashing. Not only can it dig holes to build a camp, but smashing human skulls is also as smooth as cutting a watermelon.]