Everyone didn't quite understand what a Divination Crystal was, but they understood the words SSS-tier talent just fine.
"I—damn, top-tier talent?! Ye Fan, you lucky bastard!" Lin Qingxue cheered.
Ye Fan shot her a look, and she immediately slapped both hands over her chest.
"What're you covering up for? As if it's any different from before. Might as well cover your whole face—maybe then I wouldn't know who you are." Ye Fan whistled, shameless as ever.
Lin Qingxue's little mouth twisted in anger. She had absolutely no way to deal with him. His skin was way too thick!
Looking at him was her loss. Being looked at by him was also her loss.
This was an unsolvable damn equation!
The girls in their class usually gamed too, so they were all sensitive to words like "talent" and "attributes."
Now that they'd all drawn decent talents, everyone was naturally thrilled.
A few girls even high-fived. "Yay! This is awesome!"
"Top tier! We're top tier!"
"So… what do we do now?"
"No clue. Maybe we should get food first? And water?"
"Shouldn't we find clothes first? We don't even have clothes!"
This group of chaotic gremlins had absolutely no sense of danger. They were practically ready to sing, dance, and rap.
…
The shelter quickly filled with noise.
"Quiet down! Quiet!" As chieftain, Ye Fan naturally had to keep order.
He opened a panel with a single thought—just like he was inside a real game.
[Tribe Level: 1]
[Vagabond Shack]
[Only a crude shelter. The bonfire is the sole source of light and warmth. Exposed to wind and rain, offering no sense of safety.]
[Symbol: A faint spark of hope in utter despair—the beginning of survival.]
[Upgrade to Level 2 Stronghold requires: Beast Cores ×50, Stone ×10,000, Wood ×10,000, Civilization Points ×50]
Everyone pulled up the same panel, but they could only look at it—they didn't have permission to operate anything.
Each of them also had three storage slots that could hold a single axe or a single fruit, but items couldn't stack.
They could still interact with their personal info panels, though.
Ye Fan opened his own.
[Name: Ye Fan]
[Position: Chieftain (Tribe Leader)]
[Physical Fitness: LV1]
[Overall Strength: Vagabond. Improve strength to reach Black Iron rank!]
[Equipment: None (Equipping gear also increases strength.)]
Lin Qingxue opened hers as well. Aside from name and position, everything else was identical.
Ye Fan frowned at his panel. His stats were pathetically low. He wasn't just weak—he was a vagabond, the bottom of the bottom.
He needed to improve his strength immediately.
"Looks like I need to get equipment," he muttered.
There were two ways to grow stronger: improve his own body, or get gear.
He didn't know how to train his body yet, and even if he did, it'd be slow—way slower than gearing up.
But where was he supposed to get equipment?
"Hey! Come look! Something weird is walking toward us outside!" a girl suddenly shrieked.
"What? Who?!"
"Move, I wanna see!"
"Someone's relative?"
"Maybe someone's cousin!"
Everyone crowded at the door, stacking their heads from bottom to top. Ye Fan was at the very top…
He pressed one hand on Lin Qingxue's smooth, bare back, instinctively giving it a little squeeze.
Lin Qingxue didn't even notice—she thought it was another girl, so she ignored it.
About a hundred meters away, something only around 1.5 meters tall—green from head to toe, with pointy ears—was walking straight toward them.
A small empty clearing of a few hundred square meters surrounded their shack.
Beyond that lay dense forest—dark, thick, and utterly unknown. The towering trees were easily forty or fifty meters tall, with trunks as wide as millstones.
The air carried a faint metallic tang… mixed with a whiff of roasted meat from who-knows-where.
"What the hell is that thing?"
"No clue. Is it a person? Should we go say hi?"
"Are you crazy? What if it's hostile?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes. That thing looked exactly like a monster from a game.
"Why does that thing look like a goblin?" he murmured.
"Everyone stay back. Don't go out," he warned.
Facing the unknown, caution was essential.
"Move. Let me out. This is definitely a prank—someone's filming a movie, right?!"
"I refuse to believe we actually transmigrated!"
A short, chubby girl shoved her way through, pushing everyone aside.
Lin Qingxue, knocked aside, realized the hand squeezing her back earlier had been Ye Fan's. She glared at him.
Ye Fan simply whistled. His shamelessness was bulletproof.
"No, Jimei! It's dangerous out there!" someone warned.
Zhang Jimei—155 cm tall, 155 pounds, a notorious social-media "feminist warrior"—looked irritated.
Not everyone could immediately accept suddenly appearing in another world.
Some didn't believe it, but none dared leave. Safety was in numbers.
Lin Qingxue quickly stepped forward. "You can't go out. At least not until we figure out what that thing is!"
"Get out of my way! You might be class monitor at school, but out here you're nothing! Who the hell do you think you are?" Zhang Jimei snapped, her voice sharp.
Ye Fan blocked the doorway. As chieftain, he had no intention of opening the door.
He also genuinely disliked Zhang Jimei—not just because she was ugly, but because she was fake and a professional man-hater who loved stirring up gender war.
But if she died, he didn't know if it would affect him as chieftain, so he tried to stop her.
"Ye Fan, move or I swear—when I get out and call the cops, you're the first they'll arrest!"
"You've already seen my gorgeous figure! If you don't give me twenty thousand yuan in compensation, this isn't over!"
Ye Fan rolled his eyes. Who the hell wanted to see that walking gas canister? His eyes almost bled.
But he suppressed his irritation and said,
"No. We're all one group now. None of us wanted to end up here. Stay put until we understand what's going on."
As chieftain, he had to think of the tribe.
But Zhang Jimei didn't care. She suddenly kicked at his crotch.
"Move, damn it!"
Ye Fan twisted aside, anger flashing across his face.
Before he could explode, Zhang Jimei yanked the door open and stormed out.
"Hey! Get back here!" Lin Qingxue shouted anxiously.
But Zhang Jimei kept walking, cursing.
"Get back my ass! You're all cowards!"
"Transmigration? As if! You all stay hiding—I'm going home!"
Her roommates were terrified but didn't dare follow.
Ye Fan stopped anyone from going after her.
Everyone crowded at the door again, peeking through, desperate to see whether the green creature was human.
Zhang Jimei strode toward the goblin. When she saw it had arms and legs, she brightened.
"Hey, you! Are you filming a movie? I'm not interested. Drive me home, okay? My mom's waiting for dinner!"
The goblin didn't speak—just stared curiously.
Goblins were lustful creatures, often kidnapping women to breed.
But after seeing Zhang Jimei… it hesitated.
"Hey! Shorty! I'm talking to you! You deaf?"
"Let me tell you—this counts as kidnapping! You can go to jail for this!" she snapped.
Being ignored made her furious.
Suddenly, the goblin's expression twisted into bloodthirsty rage.
It let out a shrill howl.
"Graaah!"
The sudden roar scared Zhang Jimei so badly she fell on her butt.
She finally sensed something was very, very wrong.
"W-what are you yelling for?! You think yelling is impressive?! You scared me!"
The next second, the goblin raised its club and swung.
It was fast.
Zhang Jimei was frozen in fear—she didn't even run.
"Oh no!" Lin Qingxue gasped.
Thud!
The club smashed into Zhang Jimei's skull.
Her head caved in, her eyes popping out like a squeezed stress toy.
Blood and pale brain matter oozed out, pooling beneath her.
Her twisted face was frozen in terror, as if she couldn't believe she had died just like that.