His gaze drifted, landing on the spatial storage bag.

Suddenly, a description popped into his head.

[Spatial Storage Bag: Binds to the user upon a drop of blood. Can be opened and closed with a thought. Contains ten cubic meters of storage space. Food placed inside will never spoil. Note: Cannot store living creatures.]

Overwhelmed with excitement, Hank Fowler bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood onto the bag.

Instantly, he felt a strange connection form between him and the pouch.

With a thought, Hank aimed the Spatial Bag at the Ironhide Wolf's corpse and mentally commanded, "Store!"

The bag's opening widened, emitting a powerful suction that instantly pulled the massive wolf carcass inside.

"What a treasure!" Hank exclaimed, marveling at the bag.

Then, staring intently at the bag, he said softly, "Hey, Baggy, why aren't you talking?"

Spatial Bag: "What is there to say?"

Hank raised an eyebrow. "I'm your master. Shouldn't you at least greet me?"

Spatial Bag: "Boring."

Hank: "...."

Well, someone's playing hard to get.

The Machete, seemingly unable to stand it any longer, huffed, "Bro, this bag is way too arrogant. It's disrespecting you! Let me teach it a lesson!"

"That won't be necessary." Hank chuckled.

With this Spatial Bag, he could store surplus food without worrying about it going bad. This thing was seriously useful; there was no way he was going to risk damaging it.

Later, Hank dug a pit and buried the Ironhide Wolf's head.

Then, he returned to his shelter.

"Bro, I can't believe it! You actually took down that big black wolf! You're insane!" The wooden fence offered its praise.

"Cut the crap, Fency," Hank said with a laugh.

"I'm not flattering you, I'm genuinely impressed." The wooden fence chuckled, then changed its tone to a pleading one, "Bro, that big black wolf bit me. Can you, uh, maybe heal me up a bit?"

The wolf's bite had left several holes, and it was still throbbing.

Hank placed his hand on The wooden fence's wounds and activated his healing talent.

In an instant, the damaged holes were mended.

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"Thanks, bro!" The wooden fence expressed its gratitude joyfully.

Hank didn't say anything, he just grabbed his Machete and entered The Hut.

The moment he stepped inside, his eyes lit up.

A thatched bed had appeared before him.

The Hut: "Hank, the thatched bed is complete."

"Not bad, Thatchy," Hank praised, then spread the straw mat on the bed and lay down.

Gotta say, it was pretty comfortable, way better than sleeping on the ground. At this stage, there probably weren't many survivors who could sleep on a bed. He was definitely ahead of the curve.

Originally, Hank had planned to continue sleeping, but after the fight with the big black wolf, he was still wired, his sleepiness completely gone.

So, he opened the regional chat group to see what was up.

Eddie Drumpf: "Guys, that big black wolf is back! Holy crap, it's gnawing on my wooden barricade! What should I do? I'm waiting online, it's pretty urgent!"

Peter Young: "It's chewing on the barricade, not you. Why are you freaking out?"

Eddie Drumpf: "If it breaks the barricade, I'm next! Can't you see why I'm worried?"

Peter Young: "Hasn't it gotten to that point yet?"

Eddie Drumpf: "And what if it does?"

Peter Young: "Then you're screwed."

Eddie Drumpf: "...."

Wally Cox: "Hey guys, no one's sleeping?"

Lee Lightman: "That big black wolf is right outside my shelter, staring me down. How am I supposed to sleep?"

Stan Strong: "Guys! Big news!"

Lou Yang: "What is it?"

Stan Strong: "The System just released an announcement."

Lou Yang: "What did the announcement say?"

Stan Strong: "In our Zone 10001, someone managed to kill that big black wolf. They're the first survivor in our zone to do it."

Everyone: "Holy shit!"

Lou Yang: "Seriously?"

Stan Strong: "Would the System lie?"

Charles Strong: "Who's the badass?"

Sue Lynn: "That big black wolf was two meters long and extremely vicious. How did they manage to kill it?"

Stan Strong: "The announcement didn't reveal the person's name, so I don't know."

Wally Cox: "From what I've seen, that big black wolf was probably Level 2. To kill it, you'd need to be at least Level 3 and have a really sharp weapon. Is there anyone that strong in our zone?"

Jeff Johnson: "There's a female player in our zone named Zara Vance. She awakened a lightning talent, which is supposed to be super powerful. Maybe she's the one who killed the big black wolf?"

Peter Young: "Damn! A lightning talent? That's insane. Hey, does Zara Vance have a boyfriend? I'm interested."

Zara Vance: "What kind of toad are you?"

Peter Young: "...."

Jeff Johnson: "Zara Vance, did you kill that big black wolf?"

Zara Vance: "It wasn't me."

Jeff Johnson: "If it wasn't you, then who? Is there anyone stronger than you in our zone?"

Luna Lovelace: "Sister Zara's lightning talent can shatter even huge rocks. Who could be stronger than her?"

Stan Strong: "But this mystery person killed the big black wolf, something even Zara Vance couldn't do. How can you say she's stronger?"

Luna Lovelace: "The big black wolf just didn't show up at our shelter. Otherwise, Sister Zara would have definitely taken it down."

Charles Strong: "Every player has a big black wolf outside their shelter. Why doesn't yours?"

Luna Lovelace: "Aren't there four players here? Three of us built our shelters together. The other one built theirs somewhere else. The big black wolf must have gone to that other person's shelter."

Stan Strong: "Why would the big black wolf go to that person's shelter and not yours?"

Willow Frost: "It's simple. The big black wolf is a bully. It probably figured that guy was a pushover, so it chose his shelter."

Stan Strong: "That makes sense."

Hank: "...."

He was a pushover?

Didn't he just take down that Ironhide Wolf?

He was the first Wolf Slayer in Zone 10001!

And they were looking down on him?

Hank scoffed, closed the chat group, and decided to get some rest.

......

Time flew by, and soon it was the next morning.

Gentle sunlight shone into the shelter, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.

"Bro, it's morning! Time to get up and pee!" the entrenching tool suddenly shouted.

Hank rubbed his sleepy eyes, stretched, got out of bed, and pushed open the door.

As usual, he greeted the Sun, "Good morning, Mr. Sun!"

Sun: "Do I know you? Stop trying to get close to me!"

Hank: "...."

He greets it politely, and all he gets is snark.

If only he could do something about the Sun, he'd definitely show it who's boss.