Chapter 5. Danger! Snake!

Chris scrutinized it for a while, but never saw anyone trading fresh water resources. Not even a single transaction regarding fresh water had ever been completed. It could be said that almost everyone was facing an extreme shortage of fresh water resources. Even those few who held fresh water resources were unwilling to sell the precious resource they held.

He browsed through the trade list once again for a while, then glanced at the iron bucket at the bottom of the well. Gradually, about 100 milliliters of water had gathered in the bucket, a rate that was obviously a bit slow. Each 100 milliliters of water would take about an hour to produce, with a total of 2,500 milliliters a day. A normal adult, on the other hand, needs to consume about 2000 milliliters of water per day.

Chris considered for a while and decided to keep 500 milliliters a day for his own consumption and use the remaining 2000 milliliters for trading. Although 500 milliliters wasn't much, it was enough to satisfy daily needs. More importantly, it was the early stage of the "Survival Game", and all kinds of resources were relatively scarce, which also led to an extreme shortage of fresh water resources.

Chris firmly believed that in less than a month, or even less, the value of fresh water would plummet. As time passed, the number of people who had steady access to fresh water resources would surely increase gradually. Despite the fact that these people are less efficient in extracting water, and the fresh water they obtain is only barely self-sufficient, the decrease in demand will have a certain impact on the market price of fresh water. And those who were unable to obtain stable fresh water resources would most likely not be able to last more than a month. Therefore, Chris understood that the time to maximize the benefits of fresh water resources was now.

However, the efficiency of obtaining well water was too low. Chris decided to accumulate fresh water for a whole night first, and then use that fresh water to conduct a large-scale trade in the trading market the next day.

After standing up, Chris utilized the system's manufacturing function to create a wooden spear with one unit of wood. With the wooden spear in hand, he carefully climbed out of the shelter. The wilderness was always full of various unexpected dangers. Lacking sufficient combat and self-protection abilities, he did not intend to actively invite trouble. However, he had to scout around the refuge to make sure the surrounding area was safe, otherwise, once he fell asleep at night and a poisonous snake slipped in, it would be a big trouble.

Walking out from the refuge, Chris first looked at the sun that was about to set in the west. It was now about six o'clock in the afternoon, night was about to fall, time was running out, he had to speed up his actions. He gripped the wooden spear in his hand tightly, the terrain near the shelter he had chosen was relatively flat, and he didn't see any large creatures as far as the eye could see. But that didn't mean there were no potential risks here. In the wilderness, all kinds of predators could show up in places we don't expect.

Chris slowly walked forward, while continuously striking the ground with his wooden spear, creating loud noises to scare the small creatures that were lurking. The purpose of striking the grass and creating loud noises was to deter these hidden dangers, so that the venomous snakes or lizards would flee at the sound. The best thing about small creatures is their stealthiness, they may coldly strike you a fatal blow in a corner where you are not paying attention.

Therefore, Chris stayed on high alert, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, not missing any details. He walked swiftly, and in no time, he explored the area of a hundred meters around the shelter without finding any abnormality. Just as he was breathing a sigh of relief and preparing to return, he suddenly heard a rustling sound. It wasn't a sound of his own making, much less the sound of the wind blowing!

Chris was instantly alert and looked in the direction the sound came from, but saw nothing. He knew there had to be something there, it was just too good at hiding to spot. He stood still and hesitated for a moment, consuming a unit of wood to recreate a spear, then threw it towards the location of the sound.

Suddenly, a gray figure popped up. Chris fixed his eyes on a gray and white patterned viper that was spitting out its letters and gazing at him coldly. This viper was similar to an ordinary silver-ringed snake, but it was clearly a bit different. The Silver Ring Snake itself was already extremely poisonous, and with this mutated triangular head, it was even more poisonous.

Chris couldn't help but take two steps back, distancing himself from the mutated silver ring snake. The Mutant Silver Ring Snake remained motionless when it saw him retreating, but its eyes were always locked on Chris. This was clearly a strategy to attract the prey and make them relax their guard.

Chris gripped the wooden spear tightly, understanding in his heart that this perilous situation was far from over.