Chapter 3: Searching for Food
When Luo Wen woke up again, he noticed that the temperature around him had dropped slightly. His stomach growled with hunger, but the eggshell was long gone. It baffled him that an eggshell twice his size had only been enough for two meals—he had no idea where all that food had gone.
From this, however, he could deduce one thing: his appetite was massive. And while the saying goes, “a good appetite is a blessing,” it was anything but for Luo Wen in his current situation.
The surface was a barren desert, and there was no sign of food anywhere. If this went on, he might starve to death in just a few days.
The thought lit a fire under him. He had to find food—he refused to die a starving insect.
Relying on his antennae and sensory leg hairs to orient himself, Luo Wen began clawing his way toward the surface.
The further he climbed, the colder it became. He began to wonder if he was heading in the wrong direction, but his antennae and leg hairs insisted otherwise. With no other options, he gritted his metaphorical teeth and pressed on. Well, technically, his head was already hard—and black, too.
When he finally emerged from the sand, he froze in shock. The golden desert was gone, replaced by a silvery layer of frost covering the ground. For a moment, Luo Wen wondered if he had somehow teleported again.
“What is this place? The temperature difference between day and night is insane!”
It was night now, and the dim light barely illuminated his surroundings. Strangely, Luo Wen found he could now see up to five or six meters—much farther than before. Was he a nocturnal bug? He wasn’t sure.