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Gu Su was truly starving. A sharp pang of hunger surged from the depths of his stomach, spreading through his limbs and to his entire body, leaving him restless and weak.

Ever since stepping into this bizarre and unpredictable game world, trouble had been his constant companion. He was like a wound-up top, never able to stop.

It was either fighting goblins, shaggy rats, harpies – endless fighting, fighting, and more fighting.

Or leading his skeleton squad, hurrying through desolate and dangerous woods, constantly vigilant against unknown threats.

The remaining scraps of time were all spent searching for supplies and reinforcing his gear.

Forget a hot meal or a drink of water; he hadn't even had a moment to put anything edible in his mouth.

At this moment, he was so hungry he felt dizzy, his vision blackening, his legs so weak he could barely stand. His fingertips tingled from low blood sugar, and even lifting his hand felt like a monumental effort.

He rubbed his throbbing temples, forcing himself to shake off the dizziness of hunger and quickly assess his current situation.

The Oily Monster was powerful and bizarre; ordinary weapons couldn't harm it at all. His plan still had many uncertainties, and it was clearly not the time to seek revenge.

Solving his immediate hunger was the most pressing and crucial matter.

With a decision made, Gu Su swayed his heavy head and shuffled slowly into the tent on unsteady feet.

He quickly rummaged through the piled-up miscellaneous items.

After only a moment, he couldn't help but curse, his voice filled with suppressed anger and unwillingness.

That damned unscrupulous merchant was too greedy! He had silently pocketed the three days' worth of water and food that should have been allocated to him when he first entered the game!

If he ever got out of this game, he would find that merchant and settle the score. He wouldn't let this injustice slide.

With a fire burning inside him with nowhere to go, Gu Su took a deep breath, forcing down his surging emotions.

He left the tent and sternly ordered the skeletons waiting in the graveyard to immediately go into the woods and catch wild rabbits, pheasants, and other beasts.

Gu Su's knowledge of plants was pitifully shallow; he couldn't distinguish which of the strange fruits and leaves in the woods were edible and which were poisonous.

He was afraid of accidentally eating something poisonous and dying before he could even level up.

Fresh meat, on the other hand, could be safely eaten once roasted.

It would fill his stomach and quickly replenish his energy.

The most important thing now was to fill his stomach and regain his strength, lest he collapse from hunger during a direct confrontation.

If that happened, he wouldn't be able to fight the Oily Monster, and he might even lose his own life. That would be truly fatal.

Upon hearing Gu Su's command, the elite skeletons beside him nodded in unison without hesitation and strode out, quickly disappearing into the shadows of the dense woods.

For these loyal skeletons, combat never required complex commands or unnecessary chatter. They only needed a clear objective, and they would execute it with all their might.

Gu Su sat back on the bed, trying to steady his wavering body, and quietly waited for news from the skeletons.

About seven or eight minutes later, a series of messy, heavy footsteps could be heard from a distance, mixed with the low voices of the skeletons and the creaking sound of old pickup truck tires on the ground.

The skeleton convoy slowly returned.

This was the team he had previously sent to scavenge for resources at the abandoned mall.

This time, the old pickup truck they were pushing was still packed to the brim, almost overflowing.

Plastic bottles, glass bottles, and other miscellaneous items were piled high.

Many of these items were actually useless, but that was Gu Su's order.

They had arranged for some of their men to load the Oily Sludge from the cold storage while searching for other supplies.

After searching the lower levels of the mall for a long time, they finally found the stairs leading to the second floor of the supermarket.

However, most of the supplies on the second floor, like the first, had already been cleared out by others.

Most of what remained had been corrupted and spoiled by the ravages of time, rendering it useless. Only some inconspicuous, overlooked small items, or things that were not needed, had miraculously survived.

Gu Su slowly walked forward and bent down to examine the supplies on the pickup truck, his gaze sweeping over the miscellaneous items.

He saw that in addition to the mud filling the outer part of the pickup truck, there were a large number of plastic products that could not be degraded by environmental corrosion.

For example, old plastic basins, plastic buckets, and scattered plastic fragments. Though inconspicuous, they might be useful.

In addition, there were several bottles of alcohol, wrapped in thick layers of dirt. The bottles were covered in dust, and the original labels were so blurred that the brand and alcohol content were illegible. It was unknown how many years they had been buried under the ruins.

However, judging by the condition of the bottles, the alcohol should still be drinkable.

Even more surprisingly, in the corner of the pickup truck's cargo bed, there was a large bag of heavy industrial salt.

Although the writing on the packaging bag was mottled and blurred, the marked weight of fifty kilograms could still be vaguely discerned.

Next to it were some scattered edible salt, contained in old plastic bags, which had thankfully not spilled.

Gu Su frowned, his mind filled with confusion, unsure how the skeletons had managed to find these inconspicuous yet practical items in the chaotic ruins.

But he was certain that most of these items were stable and not prone to spoilage. In the current situation, each one might have an unexpected use.

His gaze slowly moved, finally settling on the few bottles of alcohol and the two large bags of salt.

A sudden thought struck Gu Su, and the vague ideas in his mind instantly became clear.

A plan to deal with the strange oily monster flashed through his mind like a stroke of inspiration.

The oily monster had a bizarre appearance, covered in thick, black oil. Its body was bloated and cumbersome, and from a distance, it bore a resemblance to a giant snail with a shell on its back.

Based on Gu Su's basic scientific knowledge, he knew that salt had a natural restraining effect on soft-bodied creatures like snails.

Once a snail's body came into contact with salt, it would be forced to rapidly expel water from its body, eventually dehydrating, shriveling, and dying.

This was undoubtedly a fatal blow to a snail.

Perhaps salt could also restrain the strange oily monster, just as it did snails.

As for the wine that had been buried for many years, after being stored for so long, most of the water would have evaporated, making its alcohol content undoubtedly high. This could serve as an accelerant to ignite the thick black oil on the oily monster's body.

Even if the fire attack didn't achieve the desired effect, this high-concentration wine stored in glass bottles could be easily modified into simple Molotov cocktails.

At that time, he could let the oily monster witness the power of knowledge.