The island was sinking faster than Yang Yi had expected. It was very likely that by tomorrow, the entire island would vanish beneath the waves. Fortunately, the recovery work for the spider corpses was already complete. The two of them piled up all the gathered fire-silk spider fur, forming a small hill. Suna had collected 517 units. Yang Yi had gathered far more — because all the spider silk from the nest was stored in his stomach pouch, and when he poured it out, it amounted to seven times Suna’s share, totaling 3,695 units. All that fur combined could be used to make 42 sweaters or pairs of pants. Yang Yi already had 3 sweaters and 2 pairs of pants. By making one more sweater and two more pants, he’d have four full sets — two for each person. The remaining 39 garments could be sold for a handsome profit. But before knitting sweaters, he decided to first draw two gacha spins using the tissue from the two giant fire-silk spider corpses. Yang Yi was about to head up to the deck to do that, when he suddenly noticed a pair of eyes staring right at him. “What is it?” he asked Suna. She hesitated, searching for the right words, then spoke after a few seconds of silence. “In the cave… you saw something, didn’t you? Could you draw it for me? You don’t have to do it perfectly — even just a part of it, or a rough outline is fine…” She handed Yang Yi paper and a pen, her eyes burning with anticipation and hope. But she was destined to be disappointed. Because Yang Yi’s drawing skills were still stuck at elementary school level, and he didn’t have a shred of artistic talent. Expecting him to draw those ancient symbols was like asking a newborn baby to reproduce a QR code from memory. Impossible. “I can’t draw it.” Yang Yi refused flatly and turned to leave — but Suna grabbed his arm. “Tell me, please! I’ll pay you!” Then, trying a different tactic, she tugged lightly at her collar, voice softening. “Heh!” Yang Yi snorted in disdain, eyes filled with contempt. What did this woman take him for? Livestock? Ridiculous. He, Yang Yi, possessed a will as firm as steel — he would never be swayed by beauty. He glanced twice, found it unimpressive, sighed helplessly, then took the pen and scribbled a few random lines on the paper — a messy, abstract scrawl. But if one stared long enough, it vaguely resembled a spider. He handed the drawing to Suna, then quickly slipped out of the cabin before she could entangle him further. Suna stared at the childlike third-grade-level doodle, studying it carefully. Meanwhile, Yang Yi hurried straight to the gacha machine. He used a rotten sardine leg as payment, opened his stomach pouch, and took out bottles of fresh water — and the tissues of the giant fire-silk ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) spiders. The water wasn’t for drinking, though — it was for washing his face. He hadn’t washed for days, and his face had darkened — a bad omen for gacha luck. After scrubbing clean, Yang Yi formally began the draw. He fed in the spider tissue twice, turning the crank on the octopus-headed gacha machine’s chest. Soon, two ordinary-looking capsules dropped out. Yang Yi picked one up — and his eyes lit up with joy. He’d gotten something good![Name: Low-Tier Craftsman Inscription Stone][Type: Consumable][Quality: Rare Item][Description: Can improve the quality of an item — upgrades any “Fine” or lower-tier item by one level.Your treasure will shine anew.] The second capsule wasn’t nearly as impressive — it contained a Chitin Heartguard Mirror, exactly the same as the one he’d already obtained before. He only needed one, so he planned to give this one to Suna. After finishing the gacha, Yang Yi returned to the cabin — Suna had already gone back to the witch’s lab. He glanced at her sanity value — 72 — so he didn’t bother kicking her out. He mixed up a bottle of Vital Coconut Cooler and drank it in one go. “Running low on salt?” Yang Yi noticed there were only 30 grams of salt left. He also had just two bottles of the cooler remaining — kept for emergencies. At least there were still 54 vitality coconuts. “Might as well buy more salt and turn all the coconuts into Vital Coolers.” He left the cabin, piloting the Nyxstar to a relatively safe spot. Tomorrow, if the island hadn’t sunk, he’d chop some wood before leaving.If it had — oh well. He opened the chat channel and traded his machete for two packs of salt, totaling 1,000 grams. He actually liked that machete, but its quality was too low — good enough for cutting branches or people, maybe. But against the carapace of a mature fire-silk spider? Unless he had the strength to crack bricks barehanded, he couldn’t even scratch it. Worse, the blade might break. Yang Yi checked his stamina — 55 left. The day had been exhausting. Each sweater or pair of pants required 3 stamina, so he could make at most 8 pieces before hitting dangerous fatigue levels. If he went lower than 30 stamina, there was a risk of fainting — not worth it. In under two hours, he’d crafted 4 sweaters and 4 pairs of pants, packaged neatly as 4 full sets for sale. He priced them at 4,000 conch coins per set, roughly three times the cost of down jackets (which were about 600 per piece, or 1,200 per set). He began advertising in the world chat: “Fire-silk sweater and pants set! Check the stats yourself! Two pieces per set — 4,000 conch coins! Only 4 sets left!” He attached the item stats below. No sooner had he posted it than a flood of private messages came pouring in: “4,000? You added an extra zero, right? I’ll buy instantly for 400!” “How about 2,000? Down jackets are only 600 each!” “It’s just winter clothing, not a weapon — come on, sell cheaper!” Yang Yi skimmed a few — all nonsense — and ignored them. These weren’t the kind of people he wanted as customers anyway. He was targeting the successful players — those who already had good gear and resources and were willing to pay premium prices for better equipment. Soon enough, his first buyer appeared — Shen Guanquan, the leader of the New World Fleet. “Didn’t I tell you? When you get good stuff, message me directly! I’ll take all four sets!” Yang Yi gasped — this guy was doing well lately, spending money like a rich tycoon. Well, Yang Yi wasn’t about to say no to easy profit. The deal was quickly completed — 16,000 conch coins credited to his account. No sooner had he finished the sale than more messages came in from other friends — including Captain Yu Dawei of the Heart of Steel and Captain Xu Da of the Gale. “Sold out,” Yang Yi replied to each. “I’ll message you once I craft more.” After that, he called Suna back into her room, ready to sleep and rest for tomorrow’s mission. Meanwhile, aboard the New World Fleet— Shen Guanquan received the four sweater-and-pants sets. He kept one for himself and planned to distribute the rest to his top officers. “Boss, didn’t you overpay for these sweaters?” asked Zhao Tietou, captain of the Ironhead. “What do you know?” Shen Guanquan shot back. “When the temperature drops and this is the only gear that keeps you from freezing, you’ll understand its worth!” “But can’t I just wear two thick coats instead? If I’m still cold, I’ll wear three!” Shen Guanquan froze in disbelief, then turned his stiff neck toward Zhao Tietou. “…Tietou, sometimes I actually think you’re kinda smart.” “Of course! It’s all thanks to your great leadership, Boss!” Zhao said, scratching his head sheepishly. “Good. Then let’s go with your plan.” “You don’t need any sweaters or pants — just wear two big coats!” With that, Shen Guanquan took the sweaters to hand out to the others, leaving Zhao Tietou behind, shouting and chasing after him. “Wait, Boss! I was wrong! I like sweaters better!”

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