Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 1223

Chapter 704 [Survival on a Raft] 4

On the sea at night, the wind was cold and damp. Feng Lan sat by the furnace, wrapped in a blanket, working hard. Later, she felt a bit hot and also complained that the blanket was in the way of chopping wood, no, chopping planks, so she simply put the blanket back into her space.

Given that the interval for making torches at the workbench is 10 seconds, and it takes 4-5 seconds for the wind to split the wooden planks and insert them into the furnace to completely ignite them, how many torches can be made in one minute?

In the darkness, for those without a light, time is life. Feng Lan makes 20 torches and then sets up a batch for trading, but each batch sells out instantly. She doesn't know how many she has made, or how many people are waiting anxiously on the trading interface, just for this one life-saving torch.

The number of wooden planks that Feng Lan had stockpiled decreased slowly, then increased slowly again.

Wen Hutian was on the verge of death. She had no torch, no lighter or other tools to start a fire, and the raft didn't have the means or the knowledge to do so. Fortunately, she didn't encounter any monsters like the others. Her mental state kept declining in the darkness, and she even started hallucinating. Even though she tried to avoid looking at the sea and the darkness as advised on the forum, she would still tremble involuntarily when she closed her eyes, and her mind would keep imagining terrifying beings.

But truly closing her eyes to rest was no different from suicide. She opened the trading platform, searching for trades with the keyword "torch." Each refresh revealed either a blank page or the torches had already been snatched up by others, leaving her with no chance. Tens of millions of people were vying for them.

Wen Hutian could only watch helplessly as time passed, she grew colder and colder, and her vision became blurred. Finally, she discovered a player who regularly listed 10 torches.

Normally, she would have cursed the merchants for their scarcity marketing tactics, but now, Wen Hutian was cold and irrational. She could sense that many terrifying beings seemed to be gathering around the raft.

She tried to clear her mind and kept clicking the torch to make trades, eventually completing a transaction at some point.

You traded 1 [plank] and 1 dirty plastic bottle for a [simple torch]!

The dim firelight illuminated her unfocused, pale face, and Wen Hutian's gaze unconsciously focused on the flickering light.

Simple torch: can burn continuously for 4 hours

Countdown: 3:59:57】

[Bright: In the warm light, you feel at ease. In the firelight, monsters' aggression is reduced by 30%, and your spirit slowly recovers, 1 point/hour]

With her eyes fixed on the fire in her hand, Wen Hutian subconsciously moved closer to the pitiful light. Her nose stung, and tears welled up in her eyes for no reason.

She couldn't explain why she was crying, feeling wronged, or sad. She just felt incredibly unlucky. Why was she chosen and forced to participate in such a terrible game when she was living a perfectly good life? She didn't like it here at all. She hadn't even finished paying off the house she had bought with a loan, she hadn't received her salary yet, and there were so many delicious foods she hadn't tried and so many beautiful places she hadn't visited.

"Why... why me of all people..." Wen Hutian's tears fell in large drops, his face contorted, his face covered in tears and snot. Unlike the tearful scenes depicted in some TV dramas and novels, he was simply venting his personal dissatisfaction.

After crying, she felt much better. Sobbing, she opened the forum and found that many people were still looking to buy torches.

[The paramecium drawn on the scarf: Please, please, give this child a torch! I really can't hold on any longer. If I stay in the dark any longer, I'll die. There's no way I can get a cheap torch!]

[Heart-to-heart Haihaihai: Do you still have torches with 2 planks? 10 planks are too expensive, and supplies are running low.]

[14k: Selling homemade torches, each one burns for an hour, 3 planks! Limited supplies, first come, first served!]