Volume One, Chapter Five: The Cobra Strikes

After chopping trees for such a long time, Lin Yifan was ravenous, his hunger pressing so intensely it felt like his chest and back were glued together. Since last night until now, he had only eaten a handful of wild blueberries in the morning.

At least there was water to drink—it was raining after all. The rain gathered on his straw raincoat in droplets that fell to the ground, and by simply plucking a few leaves to collect the water, he could quench his thirst. Though the amount was small, it was enough to keep him hydrated.

Along the way, Lin Yifan had circled back to the safe house to store the wood and stone materials inside his spatial ring. Though the ring could hold fifteen cubic meters, which sounded spacious, bulky items like wood took up a lot of room, limiting how much he could carry.

More importantly, he had brought the empty bronze chest from before to the eaves of the house to collect rainwater. One could survive several days without food, but without water, survival beyond two or three days was impossible. Maintaining sufficient water was imperative.

After placing the bronze chest away, Lin Yifan ventured into the forest a second time, this time heading north instead of west as he had in the morning. The species in the northern woods were similar to those in the west. After chopping down a dawn redwood, his empty stomach, which had been playing a silent war of attrition, finally forced him to relent.

Despite searching extensively from west to north, he found nothing beyond the wild blueberries and a handful of wood ear mushrooms. No other food or water presented itself, leaving him truly helpless. Although the climate resembled that of the Jiangnan region, the variety of species was evidently much more limited. Perhaps this survival world was designed so that edible species were genuinely scarce.

After storing the freshly chopped primary wood in his spatial ring, he sat down by a pine tree, pulled out a handful of wild blueberries, and ate two generous handfuls. His stomach, twisted with hunger, finally eased somewhat.

But no matter how delicious, wild blueberries were just wild berries—eating too many became tiresome. Besides, while they replenished energy, they were no substitute for staple foods or meat. Nearly twenty hours without staple or meat intake was driving Lin Yifan, who favored meat and carbohydrates, close to madness.

Just as he munched on another handful of blueberries, ready to continue searching for supplies and chests, a faint noise came from nearby. Instantly alert, Lin Yifan drew his Cloud Piercer bow, nocked an arrow, and stood cautiously behind a tree, stealthily peering toward the sound.

About ten meters away slithered a cobra, as thick as a forearm, heading straight toward him.

Lin Yifan’s vest broke out in a cold sweat. This creature was highly venomous; one bite could easily mean death. Judging by its path and the way its twin hood flaps flickered, it was definitely coming for him.

Should he run? No, he couldn’t run. Cobras would chase their prey, and judging by the snake’s speed, Lin Yifan might not outrun it. Besides, the safe house was less than two hundred meters away, and having such a venomous serpent lurking nearby was too dangerous. The thatched hut could keep wild boars out but might not stop a snake, which could easily slip through any small hole.

If he didn’t deal with it, he wouldn’t sleep soundly at night.

Moreover, although poisonous, snake meat was a rare delicacy. So, for the sake of his own well-being, he had to kill it.

After a brief hesitation, Lin Yifan put away his bow and arrow. The Cloud Piercer was powerful, and he was confident in his archery skills, but shooting a snake with an arrow was too difficult.

He needed another approach.

Suddenly, a memory surfaced from his childhood in the countryside. His grandfather had taught him a relatively safe method of catching snakes using only a long wooden stick and a towel.

He didn’t have a towel, but he was wearing pajamas made of a fabric similar to a towel—likely good enough. As for a long stick, he had one in hand: earlier during his western exploration, he had spotted a straight yellow sandalwood tree and, on a whim, chopped down a three-meter length of its straightest section. It served as a sturdy walking stick and could be used to brush aside dew or startle hidden creatures.

Now, it was perfect for catching a snake.

He tied the pajama top’s sleeve to one end of the stick, letting the hem hang naturally. Holding the stick, he carefully approached the cobra until it was within reach, then stopped.

Gently, he waved the hanging pajama fabric just above the snake’s head.

The cobra, previously crawling forward, halted, its head slightly retreating before suddenly lunging to bite the dangling cloth with its two sharp fangs.

Seeing this, Lin Yifan’s heart leapt. The moment the snake bit the fabric, he yanked the cloth upward. The fangs pierced through the pajama’s fabric and hooked onto it.

He lifted the stick higher, causing the entire snake to dangle, writhing violently. Its head thrashed, struggling to free itself, but with its upper jaw’s fangs embedded vertically in the fabric, it could not escape.

In the rural areas of Earth years ago, many used this method to catch snakes with unfailing success.

The bold would then retract the stick and grasp the snake’s head barehanded to capture it alive—fetching a higher price when selling.

Lin Yifan cared little whether the snake lived or died; he intended to eat it. However, he valued his pajamas and wished to avoid staining or damaging them, so he grabbed the snake with his bare hands.

Pressing it down, he swung his axe and severed the snake’s head.

Not daring to discard the head immediately for fear of a reflexive bite, he held it for several minutes until fully certain it was dead. Then, he carefully peeled a few large leaves and stored the snake’s head in his spatial ring.

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