First Island 2
Several minutes passed before Rangga's breathing finally steadied.
He forced himself to push aside the panic, then gathered every piece of information he could remember by scratching words into the sand with a broken twig.
Maximum daily resource shipment: 5 kg.
Resource islands will sink after a certain period of time.
Every 7 days, Pioneers can send a message back to Earth.
Survive 10 years to return home.
Rangga stared at the words for a long moment. Beside him, a translucent blue screen had been hovering ever since he arrived at the center of the island.
Level 1 Island
Upgrade Requirements
50 Wood
50 Stone
150 Plant Fiber
Available Structures
Small Hut
4 Stone
8 Wood
16 Plant Fiber
Crafting Table
4 Stone
4 Wood
8 Plant Fiber
Campfire
8 Stone
12 Twigs
3 Plant Fiber
Available Tools
Stone Axe
2 Stone
1 Twig
4 Plant Fiber
Stone Pickaxe
2 Stone
1 Twig
4 Plant Fiber
Stone Knife
2 Stone
1 Twig
4 Plant Fiber
Stone Spear
2 Stone
2 Twigs
8 Plant Fiber
Rangga shifted his gaze between the words in the sand and the System interface.
"I just have to survive seven days... Then I can send a message back to Earth and ask how my little sister is doing."
He let out a long breath before looking up at the sky.
"But... first, I need to survive until tomorrow... I need a shelter."
His eyes swept across the entire island, quickly counting everything within sight.
"Twelve trees... plenty of stones... and lots of tall grass."
His gaze stopped on several clumps of wild grass.
A golden screen immediately appeared before him.
Grass Stalk
Description: A wild grass with strong, flexible fibers. Once processed, its fibers can be used as basic binding material for crafting simple tools and structures.
Weakness: Easily pulled out by hand.
Rangga then turned his attention to a nearby tree.
Acacia Tree
Description: A medium-sized hardwood tree that yields logs and twigs. One of the most basic materials for construction and crafting.
Weakness: Can be felled more efficiently with an axe.
Rangga studied both descriptions for a few moments.
"...I just hope... whatever this Analysis System is, it'll help me survive these next ten years."
Taking another deep breath, he steeled himself.
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Without wasting another second, Rangga began picking up scattered stones before moving on to pull the grass out by hand.
After working nonstop for a while, a small pile of materials gradually formed at his feet.
He managed to gather twenty-three stones, dozens of grass stalks, and several fallen twigs from beneath the surrounding trees.
Rangga wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"I need tools first."
He looked toward the blue System interface and selected Stone Axe.
The image of the axe immediately began to glow.
One twig, two stones, and several grass stalks from the pile at his feet also emitted a faint light before dissolving into countless particles.
The next instant, a stone axe materialized in midair right in front of him.
Rangga frowned before reaching out and gripping the handle.
The moment he touched it, the light surrounding it vanished, and the axe felt solid—just like any ordinary object.
"...Oh... so this is how it works. Good thing I don't have to craft everything by hand."
He swung the axe a few times to get used to its weight.
Despite its crude appearance, it felt surprisingly sturdy.
Without another moment of hesitation, he turned toward the row of acacia trees.
"Alright... time to get to work."
Rangga walked up to the nearest tree, raised the axe high above his head, and swung it down for the very first time.
Thack!
The stone axe struck the trunk again and again until a loud cracking sound echoed across the island.
Craaaack!
The tree crashed to the ground.
The instant it touched the earth, however, the entire trunk emitted a gentle glow.
Within seconds, the fallen tree disappeared, transforming into two large logs about a meter long.
Rangga blinked.
"Huh? It changed just like that?"
He walked over to one of the logs, and the golden screen appeared once again.
Log
Description: Basic processed wood obtained from trees. Used as the primary material for constructing buildings and crafting simple equipment.
Weakness: Can be split into twigs using the appropriate tool.
Rangga finished reading the description.
"...Wait... turned into twigs?"
He shook his head, picked up both logs, and carried them back to the growing pile of materials.
Not long afterward, he headed toward the next tree.
Thack!
Thack!
Thack!
The rhythmic sound of the axe echoed throughout the small island.
Little by little, the pile of logs grew larger as Rangga continued working, completely losing track of time.
Before he realized it, the sun had begun sinking toward the western horizon.
He had spent nearly the entire day cutting down every tree on the island. His clothes were soaked with sweat, both arms ached from exhaustion, and his throat felt painfully dry.
"Damn... I need water... If this is how it's gonna be, where the hell am I supposed to find some?!"
He shouted at the sky, but no answer came.
"Tch... damn it."
Rangga wiped his face with his sleeve.
After clearing every tree on the island, he had collected thirty logs. Some trees had yielded three logs instead of two, giving him more materials than he had expected.
He opened the blue System interface again.
Without hesitation, Rangga selected Small Hut and Campfire.
The required stones, wood, and plant fibers glowed before disappearing from his material pile.
A few seconds later, a small hut stood before him.
Its floor consisted of compacted earth, and right outside the entrance appeared a circle of stones surrounding a campfire that was already burning on its own.
Rangga could only shake his head.
"...This seriously makes no sense."
He pushed open the hut's door and stepped inside.
The interior was incredibly simple and completely empty.
Nothing but a flat dirt floor.
Rangga gathered the remaining grass stalks and spread them across the ground as a makeshift bed.
Then he let himself collapse onto it without caring about anything else.
His stomach was still empty, and his throat still burned with thirst, but exhaustion had overwhelmed everything else.
Breathing heavily, his body barely able to move, Rangga slowly closed his eyes inside the very first shelter he had built in this strange new world.
Just as he drifted off, the Administrator's voice echoed through his mind once again.
The moment the sun disappeared beyond the horizon, the voice rang clearly through the silence.
《As part of the Pioneer tutorial, survival supplies will be provided during the first three days.》
Rangga's eyes snapped open.
"Huh?"
He hurried to his feet and rushed outside.
Right beside the campfire, two bottles of mineral water and two packs of bread were lying on the ground—items that definitely hadn't been there just moments ago.
His eyes immediately lit up.
"Water!"
Without a second thought, he grabbed one bottle, twisted off the cap, and drank every last drop.
Gulp... gulp... gulp...
"Haaah..."
Refreshing coolness spread through his exhausted body.
"Now that's more like it... Don't be so damn cruel to me."
For the first time since arriving in this strange world, Rangga let out a quiet chuckle.
He opened one pack of bread and ate slowly while sitting beside the campfire.
The remaining bottle of water and the other pack of bread he carefully placed beside him.
The campfire crackled softly, while the night sky above the island glittered with stars unlike any he had ever seen before.
For a brief moment, the only sounds were the crashing waves and the gentle crackle of burning wood.
Rangga sat in silence, gazing at the unfamiliar night sky, letting the warmth of the fire accompany the first night of his new life as a Pioneer.