After constructing the warehouse, all the materials automatically sorted themselves inside. He placed some daily necessities into his storage device.
Qin Zhiyu installed the crystal, finished washing clothes, and took a simple shower in the bathroom. Although there were no toiletries like shower gel or shampoo yet, it was better than nothing—taking a bath always left one feeling refreshed.
The time was already past 11 p.m., and Qin Zhiyu was waiting for midnight to arrive.
During this time, she opened the chat channel again.
Everyone’s display name was the name of their Sanctuary. Very few people used their real names as their Sanctuary names, so no one knew who anyone else was. Many were searching for family members in the chat channel.
Qin Zhiyu knew that Qin Yanheng was most likely in a foreign country, so she didn’t waste effort searching for him.
She also checked the friend channel to see if there was a Sanctuary named Qin Yanheng, but as expected, there wasn’t.
After listing Blueprints for trade, many people came seeking to add her as a friend. The notes on the friend requests were truly varied—some asking to be taken care of, others inquiring where she obtained so many Blueprints, and some simply asking who she was.
Qin Zhiyu cleared them all with one click. Some people added friends to satisfy their need to vent, while others harbored unknown motives. She didn’t need that, and for now, there was no reason to add friends.
[Cataclysm: Yesterday, you earned a total of 521 Construction Points.]
[Your Sanctuary’s basic living facilities are fully equipped, earning 300 Construction Points.]
[You have entered the first day of the Cataclysm Calendar, earning 50 Construction Points.]
[You handled a large amount of Resources, earning 150 Construction Points.]
[Your basic needs for food and shelter are met, earning 21 Construction Points.]
In just half a day of surviving on her own, Qin Zhiyu’s Sanctuary had earned a considerable number of Construction Points. Indeed, effort brought rewards. Although she had an advantage, it was still her own advantage, haha.
However, Construction Points for the Sanctuary only increased when individuals contributed to its benefit. Killing others currently offered no rewards, though Resources from Treasure Chests would add some Construction Points.
As for Mutated Flora and Fauna, she hadn’t encountered any since establishing her Sanctuary, so it was unclear whether they provided Construction Points.
But judging from the current trend, if she worked hard for another day or two, she should be able to upgrade to a Level 1 Sanctuary within three days.
Shortly after, the Cataclysm Survival Guide released another bombshell announcement, instantly waking up everyone who hadn’t yet rested.
[Cataclysm: The Cataclysm Era has officially begun.]
[This Cataclysm has been successfully loaded.]
[Novice Cataclysm: Three Days of Darkness.]
[Countdown to End: 2 days, 23 hours, 58 minutes.]
[Cataclysm: After this event concludes, every survivor will receive a Cataclysm Gift Pack. Additional rewards of varying levels will be granted based on performance during the Cataclysm. Survive, humanity!]
The explosive nature of these announcements caused the entire chat area to flood with messages.
People communicating in the chat area posted messages so frequently that many of them scrolled past before Qin Zhiyu could even read them clearly, leaving her quite frustrated.
In reality, many major websites implemented anti-spam mechanisms to prevent message flooding and the frequent posting of meaningless content.
Why didn’t such an advanced Cataclysm System include something similar?
The barrage of messages felt incredibly distracting, making it impossible to discern anything useful.
Perhaps the Heavenly Disaster detected this chaos or heard Qin Zhiyu’s inner thoughts, as the channel soon restricted the flood of messages.
Only then did Qin Zhiyu have the chance to carefully read through the chat logs.
However, most of it was meaningless complaints and idle chatter, with little of value.
After skimming a few lines, Qin Zhiyu closed the chat channel and checked the doors and windows of the Sanctuary once more before preparing to rest.
During the Heavenly Disaster, Qin Zhiyu slept remarkably well. The intense physical exertion and prolonged mental strain granted her the enviable Skill of falling asleep instantly—a luxury many insomniacs with thinning hair could only dream of.
Upon waking, it was already 6 a.m., though the morning remained pitch-dark, with no visibility even at arm’s length.
The three-day darkness of the novice disaster was challenging yet manageable.
However, it severely tested one’s mental fortitude, especially since most people were unfamiliar with the Heavenly Disaster’s circumstances at its onset.
Everything they had strived for in their previous lives vanished into thin air. Whether they were high-ranking officials, wealthy merchants, or petty thieves, all stood on the same starting line, forced to begin anew. Not everyone could accept such a drastic psychological gap.
Many were separated from their loved ones, unaware of their whereabouts, while constantly facing threats from both those around them and Mutated Creatures, all under the prolonged absence of sunlight.
Humans have an innate fear of darkness, so many who underestimated the severity chose to hunker down in their Sanctuaries.
Only when driven by hunger would they venture out to search for food or gather raw materials to trade for sustenance.
Some still prayed for organized rescue, unaware that even within such organizations, most were ordinary people who also had to start from scratch.
Qin Zhiyu had heard rumors about organized groups before, but their locations were said to be in provincial capitals or directly administered municipalities. How could a remote, small city like hers harbor the presence of large organizations?
Relying on others was futile; self-reliance was the only dependable path.
It suddenly occurred to Qin Zhiyu that she had forgotten something yesterday—she hadn’t replenished her supply of stone axes.
Since she was crafting tools anyway, she decided to make a batch of stone axes, Stone Shovels, Stone Hammers, and stone swords. She crafted four stone axes, as they were consumables with high demand, two Stone Shovels, two Stone Hammers, and two stone swords.
The materials required for all four tools were the same: 1 stone and 1 wood could produce ten tools in total.
Out of habit, Qin Zhiyu used Reconnaissance once and was surprised to find that the Cactus Mini-Boss seemed to have grown stronger.
[System: From a potted plant to its current towering stature, this Cactus’s transformative ability makes it a legend among its kind～]
[Weakness: The Cactus will enter dormancy if its main stem’s head and body are separated.]
Qin Zhiyu remembered that yesterday, the Cactus’s weakness was simply taking significant damage to the head and body of its main stem. Overnight, it had evolved to require complete separation. It seemed she needed to act sooner—the growth capability of this Mutated Creature was truly astonishing.
Qin Zhiyu tore her old clothes into strips and wrapped them around vital parts of her body, also donning a cloth face mask.
While it offered little practical defense against the Cactus’s spines, it provided some psychological comfort and prevented the plant’s sap from splattering all over her.
Qin Zhiyu crafted ten torches using one unit of wood and carried them with him. Yesterday, he had thought torches were rather inconvenient to carry, so he hadn’t used them. Now that he had a storage device, this was naturally no longer a concern.