Storm

August 11.

Jasmine Island, Black Night, The Tempest.

At that moment, inside Yimo's Wooden Hut, Shi Xinglan wore a simple beige camisole nightdress that fell to around her knees.

Her black shoulder-length hair was tied into a ponytail for convenience, and a small green gemstone pendant was fastened to her delicate earlobe. It swayed back and forth in the darkness as Shi Xinglan bustled about.

"Heh... I miscalculated..."

"Why did they have to choose a deserted island as the gathering point..."

Inside the dark room, apart from Shi Xinglan's complaints, all that could be heard was the dense patter of rain, the howling wind, and the occasional clap of thunder.

At that moment, Shi Xinglan was crouching in the middle of the room. In front of her was a portable gas stove for camping, with a small kettle on top heating water.

Drip-!

A drop of water landed on Shi Xinglan's forehead. Frowning, she pushed the portable gas stove aside, moved it to another spot, and placed a basin where the water had just dripped.

More than a dozen basins like this had already been set out inside Yimo's Wooden Hut.

Drops fell from the roof, one after another, into the room and into the wooden basins.

The faint flame of the portable gas stove flickered.

Sitting on the floor and cradling her face in her hands, Shi Xinglan watched Yimo sleeping soundly on the bed and listened to his occasional incoherent murmuring. She couldn't help sighing.

"Haah-"

It had already been two days since the previous Game ended.

On August 9, after spending about a day in the Game, Shi Xinglan and Yimo had come out and returned to the Wooden Hut.

Although the system had ejected them from the interrupted Game without displaying a prompt that their bodies