Chapter 184: Deserted Island Survival 8
Moira Lynch didn’t dare think about it too deeply.
If there really was a behemoth like that on this island, all the players here wouldn’t even be a mouthful for it.
After finally managing to calm down, Moira Lynch suddenly discovered that her spiritual power seemed to be particularly fond of this Snake Shedding.
Not only that, but even Snowy, who had been gnawing on a Yeti Horn in her subspace, stopped eating after sensing what was happening outside. It started jumping up and down frantically within the space.
Moira Lynch could clearly feel Snowy’s anxious mood and its thoughts.
It wanted to eat this thing that looked like a shed snake skin.
"Patience, can you analyze the composition of this thing?" Moira Lynch asked.
Something that could get both her spiritual power and her Spiritual Body, Snowy, so excited was definitely a good thing. That much was certain. Still, Moira Lynch wanted Patience to analyze it first.
[According to analysis, there is a 99.99% probability that this item is the shed skin of a Shirley Blackwood.]
"Shirley Blackwood? What’s that?"
The moment she spoke, a white projection appeared before Moira Lynch.
The Shirley Blackwood had a serpentine body, but two fleshy horns grew from the top of its head. A row of sharp, backward-pointing barbs ran down its back. Its gaze was ferocious, and it possessed a mouthful of sharp, shark-like fangs. Even the sides of its tongue were lined with sharp serrations.
[Shirley Blackwood: Ferocious in nature and enormous in size. It enjoys eating various types of snakes. Its entire body is a treasure trove. It sheds its skin periodically, and the shed skin contains a mysterious factor as well as nutrients.
P.S. A Shirley Blackwood’s shed skin is an extremely precious nutritional supplement in the interstellar community. Long-term consumption can extend one’s lifespan. It is recommended to grind it into a powder and drink it with water.]
Moira Lynch stared at the enormous thing before her and fell silent.
’First, thanks for the suggestion. Second, don’t ever make another suggestion again.’
Although Snake Shedding was also a form of traditional medicine on Caelus, doctors didn’t exactly tell you what was in the prescription before writing it.
"I’m still young. I shouldn’t have any use for this thing for now."
As she spoke, Moira Lynch stored the Shirley Blackwood shedding in her subspace.
Snowy watched wide-eyed as the delicacy flew past it, unable to get a bite, and it immediately became unhappy.
Watching the white gas canister throwing a tantrum in her subspace, Moira Lynch compromised and tossed it a piece of the Shirley Blackwood shedding. She would save the rest; it might be useful someday.
However, although her spiritual power was reacting to the Shirley Blackwood shedding, the reaction was nowhere near as intense as the one last night.
Therefore, Moira Lynch guessed that the entity that had caused the upheaval in her spiritual power last night was likely the Shirley Blackwood itself.
But Moira Lynch hadn’t detected its presence, which meant the Shirley Blackwood was outside the range of her spiritual probe.
’Was it intentional? Or a coincidence?’
’I hope it was just a coincidence.’
Moira Lynch thought to herself.
Although she really wanted to know the truth behind the spiritual power disturbance and suspected the Shirley Blackwood might have a treasure that would be useful to her, she had already given up on the idea the moment she saw this massive shedding.
’How could she possibly be a match for a creature of that size?’
’She’d probably be swallowed whole before she could even break through its defenses.’
’No wonder she hadn’t seen any other snakes after those first two.’
Moira Lynch shook her head. ’Too dangerous, too dangerous. Time to get out of here.’
’Clearing the game is more important.’
After walking in the opposite direction for some time, she suddenly stopped as she was passing a thicket. A moment later, a fat rabbit burst out from the weeds.
Moira Lynch subconsciously took a few steps back, then reached out and unerringly grabbed one of the rabbit’s hind legs.
The rabbit, caught by its hind leg, struggled violently in her grasp.
Seeing this, Moira Lynch didn’t waste any time. She pinned the wild rabbit’s body down with her own, picked up a nearby rock, and brought it down hard.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
After three consecutive blows, the wild rabbit stopped breathing and lay motionless on the ground.
She picked up the lifeless rabbit and hefted it, estimating it weighed about seven or eight pounds.
’Not bad. A rabbit just delivered itself to my doorstep while I was on the road.’
Although Moira Lynch wasn’t short on food, who would ever complain about having too much? It was like complaining about having too much money.
Suddenly, Moira Lynch sensed a strange sound again.
It was the sound of footsteps on the ground. Judging by the sound, there were probably three people.
Fully extending her spiritual power consumed too much energy and could easily distract her.
So, under normal circumstances, she only let her spiritual power envelop an area of five to ten meters around her, ensuring she could immediately detect anyone approaching—just like now.
The footsteps were coming from the direction the rabbit had just fled from.
’Considering the rabbit’s state just now, it was clearly running for its life.’
And these three people were probably the ones chasing it.
Moira Lynch immediately stored the rabbit in her subspace. She glanced around; there had been no bleeding when she killed the rabbit, so there was no need to clean up any bloodstains.
The three people were still approaching, and one of them seemed to have already spotted her.
’It’s only the third day of the game, and resources here are plentiful. People shouldn’t be desperately hungry yet.’
With this in mind, Moira Lynch continued to walk forward nonchalantly until a voice called out from behind her.
"Stop."
Hearing the voice, Moira Lynch turned around, her eyes widening slightly in surprise.
"Can I help you?"
She tilted her head and asked politely.
The three male players who had just emerged from the thicket exchanged a glance. The leader, a man in a gray long-sleeved shirt, spoke first. "Did you see a rabbit?"
"I did," Moira Lynch nodded. "A rabbit just ran past me a moment ago."
As she spoke, Moira Lynch gestured with her hand in the air and said with a regretful look, "It was such a shame. That rabbit must have been several pounds, but it was too fast. It vanished in the blink of an eye."
"If you want to find it, you should head that way," Moira Lynch said, pointing toward a patch of dense bushes.
After speaking, she prepared to leave.
However, before she could take two steps, she was called out to again. This time, it was another one of the men.
Regardless of whether what Moira Lynch said was true or false, the rabbit was long gone.
"What’s your talent?" the man asked.
At his words, a wary look appeared in Moira Lynch’s eyes. She took two steps back and said, "What do you want?"
At this, the leader immediately understood his companion’s intention. He put on a friendly smile and said, "Miss, don’t misunderstand. We’re not bad people. The theme of this game is survival, and we’ve formed an alliance. Almost all the players on the island have joined. Do you want to join us?"
Hearing this, Moira Lynch’s eyes showed a hint of conflict, but inwardly, she was sneering at these men.
’If they were sincerely inviting me to join, why would they ask about my talent?’