“Yes, I’m ready.” Feng Bujue replied with a straight face.

“Good, listen…the first hint for you is…” Glarius continued, “…‘You have the right to remain silent.’”

Before he finished speaking, a system prompt sounded: 【Main Quest Triggered】

At the same time, the main quest content also appeared in the taskbar, and…there were two…

【Survive on Cannabis Island for seventy-two hours.】

【Complete at least six challenges given by the production team.】

“Do you need me to repeat it again? Stephen.” Glarius asked again.

“No, I heard you very clearly.” Feng Bujue replied.

“Very good.” Glarius said, “Then… I should be going too.” As he spoke, he closed his backpack and put it back on, “Good luck, Stephen.” After saying this, he turned around and ran along the beach.

“Goodbye, Bear.” Feng Bujue looked at the other party's back and shouted loudly.

Glarius didn't look back, just raised an arm and waved it as a signal to Jue-ge.

He ran very fast, seemingly unaffected by the sandy ground at all. In less than a minute, he turned around the edge of the island and disappeared from Jue-ge's sight.

“This guy… is he really human…” The next second, Jue-ge’s gaze slowly moved down, eventually settling on an oval-shaped indentation on the surface of the beach, which was where Glarius had put his backpack, “He just put the bag very lightly on the beach, and it pressed out such a pit…” Jue-ge muttered to himself, squatting down and reaching out to touch the sand at the bottom of the indentation, “Hmm… it’s compacted more than I thought.”

As he spoke, Jue-ge raised his head again, looking at the footprints the other party left on the beach, “Estimating conservatively… his load wouldn’t be less than thirty kilograms…” Saying that, he stood up, shaking off the sand remaining on his body, “Under the scorching sun, in an environment exceeding forty degrees, he rescued me, and then, without changing his expression or skipping a beat, he carried that large backpack weighing dozens of kilograms and ran away briskly…” He suddenly laughed, “Heh… this physique is at least above a level thirty game player.”

Thinking was one thing, but Feng Bujue's actions didn't stop. As he thought about this, he had already started jogging towards the jungle by the beach.

This forest was very dense. At a glance, one could see lush vegetation and rocks scattered like scales. Sunlight shone through the canopy, dappling the dim forest with countless scattered spots of light.

“Phew… it’s still cooler under the shade of the trees.” Feng Bujue came to the edge of the jungle and sat down, leaning against a tree.

He wasn't in a hurry to enter the jungle, but first took off his shoes and socks, carefully shaking out the sand inside. He understood… the journey ahead was still long, and making his feet as comfortable as possible would help alleviate some of the fatigue from the journey.

“The effect of the ‘hint’ is not yet apparent, and what the ‘challenges’ specifically refer to… the script introduction didn’t say.” Jue-ge muttered as he put on his shoes, “But this ‘challenge’ main quest must be exceptionally difficult… because the ‘survive for seventy-two hours’ task is just too simple. Even if I do nothing, just sit here for three days, I might not die…”

His speculation was very correct. In this program, if the contestants simply wanted to survive until the time limit, it was really not difficult… In theory, as long as the contestants stayed in a relatively safe place and used their shoes to collect and drink their own urine, they could last for three days.

Of course, this was the most foolish and passive approach… so far, no one had ever done this. After all, this was a show, and there were static and dynamic miniature cameras everywhere on the island recording (any shots involving privacy would naturally be cut or censored in post-production). The celebrities who were brought here to participate in the program were all respectable figures, and they would never complete the competition in this way.

“Wait… what’s going on…” Feng Bujue put on his shoes and socks and was about to get up when he discovered something very bad, “I was exposed to the sun for more than ten minutes, and I lost fifteen hundred points of stamina?” Jue-ge looked at the game menu in disbelief and muttered.

He always took a quick glance at how much of his various stats were left before taking any action. Now it seemed… that this was indeed a good habit.

“Tsk… so that’s how it is…” Jue-ge quickly regained his composure and muttered, “The specific number of stamina points is meaningless… not only my physical fitness, but even my ‘stamina’ is calculated based on Stephen Carbon’s actual condition, so the deduction is done as a percentage…”

Thinking about it this way, it made sense. If an ordinary person were buried in the hot sand and baked in the scorching sun for ten minutes, it would be normal to lose a third of their stamina…

“Also… what is this bizarre ‘status’…” Feng Bujue then continued.

Obviously, in addition to the unexpected loss of stamina points, this script had other坑爹 (kengdie - terrible/坑爹) settings. For example, at this moment, Jue-ge's status bar had a inexplicable deBuff, named 【Withdrawal Symptoms】.

Just these four words, without any annotations. Compared to statuses like 【Poisoned】, 【Bleeding】, and 【Fractured】, this one was very intriguing…

“Hmm… if this refers to withdrawal symptoms from drugs, then I might…” Feng Bujue was still thinking about what symptoms a drug addict would have when a stream of snot flowed straight down from his nose…

Fortunately, he had already stood up at this time, and his head was slightly tilted forward, otherwise this large blob of stuff would have landed directly on his clothes.

“Holy crap…” Jue-ge instinctively bent forward, his waist arched, and he exclaimed in his heart, “Hey hey… it came out like that without me even noticing…”

In fact, the 【Withdrawal Symptoms】 deBuff had been present from the beginning of the script, and its effects were quite rich, such as body aches, fever, sweating, dilated pupils, etc… It was just that the hot environment happened to mask some of the symptoms, so Feng Bujue didn't notice it in time.

“So that’s how it is…” After a few seconds, Feng Bujue’s expression turned serious, “So it’s wilderness survival for ‘drugs’, not for ‘survival’…” He casually wiped away the snot, then wiped his hand on the tree trunk next to him, “If I want to alleviate the drug addiction, I have to find the stash of marijuana; if I want to find the stash of marijuana, I have to enter the island… then I have to expend stamina, and think and make decisions while in a dazed state… this is more difficult than simply surviving…” While thinking, he had already picked up the military shovel and set off into the forest, “If I put in all my effort and stamina, but still get nothing… then, driven by drug addiction, people are capable of anything…”