Awakening from the darkness and chaos, teenage Wang Shuai wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the boy standing at the door, who was 13 or 14 years old.

"Yi Xing, is there anything wrong?" Wang Shuai asked.

The boy, whose real name was Yan Yixing, shook his head and said, "No, what's wrong with your head? Can't the doctors in the town figure it out?"

"You don't have to worry about it. It's not a disease," Wang Shuai said decisively. "Daybreak is coming. I'm going hunting. You should take a nap and go to school on time."

"Oh," Yan Yixing nodded lowly. "In this wasteland, what's the use of studying well..."

"I say it's useful, it is," Wang Shuai said in a tone of finality.

"I want to go hunting too," Yan Yixing pouted.

"Who would guard the night if something unexpected happens to me while I'm unconscious?" Wang Shuai stood up and prepared to go to the central town to fetch water. By the time the sun rises, the town would be less dangerous.

In this place, nighttime is a lawless land.

...

Dark clouds were rolling in the overcast sky, and a drop of acid rain finally fell, swaying in the wind. It landed with a splat on Wang Shuai's face.

The young Wang Shuai was lying on the ground of the wilderness, frowning and thinking that today's luck was not so good. He hadn't even waited for the prey, but had to wait for the acid rain first.

Some people say that walking in the wasteland requires caution against wild animals. But Wang Shuai thought that At this point, the noise in the iron pot had finally subsided, and he sighed, confirming that the ragged cloth was securely wrapped around his hand, before slowly lifting the lid a little, where Wang Shuai's hand slipped in through the gap, trying to grab the sparrow's leg!

However, life is not always smooth sailing, and Wang Shuai's hand was suddenly yanked back in pain as he let out a yelp.

Wang Shuai withdrew his hand and looked at it. His palm was now bleeding, and the ragged cloth had not stopped the sparrow's sharp beak.

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Wang Shuai was angry, so he took off his tattered coat and wrapped it around his hand, then thrust his hand into the iron pot with a forceful movement, this time successfully grasping the sparrow's neck.

He swiftly lifted the sparrow out of the pot and held it under his arm, twisting its neck with all his strength, which made a crunching sound as the sparrow's neck snapped and it stopped moving.

Suddenly, Wang Shuai felt sorry for the sparrow, as his coat had been ripped by its claws, leaving several holes.

Suddenly, a loud boom echoed in his mind, and he knelt down on the ground, as if a huge bell had struck in his head, plunging him into darkness and chaos.

Damn it, his previous attacks always occurred at midnight, but this time it came earlier.

This was not the first time he had an attack, and almost everyone in the town knew that he had a problem with his mind, occasionally suffering from pain attacks.

However, Wang Shuai knew that it was not pain, but pure chaos.

Wait a minute, this time was different from the past ones. The black fog in his mind was gone, revealing a palace inside!

Wang Shuai suddenly opened his eyes wide and stood up, unable to believe what he saw: "How did I become so clear this time?"

He had the chance to take a closer look at the palace, but he knew that falling unconscious in this wilderness was no different from dying. He had to return to the 113th Refuge Shelter outside the Skill Learning Map means that one can use it to directly copy others' abilities, such as hunting, survival, or other skills?

The robber tightly held the large sparrow in his arms, ready to say thank you.

But before he could finish his words, he watched in disbelief as Wang Shuai pulled the sparrow back and walked away nonchalantly.

The robber: "???"

He watched the back of Wang Shuai's fleeing figure... What kind of people are they? What are they after?