After first finding a hotel to change into dry, fresh clothes, Xia Nuan held the bracelet in her hands and examined it closely.
Under the light, the silver-white bracelet emitted scattered, sparkling glimmers. Its spiral ring design was simple and unadorned; apart from being unable to tell what material it was made of, there was nothing particularly special about it at all.
Was it really this thing that contained a space inside?
Frowning in thought, Xia Nuan took out the fruit knife she had bought along the way, made a small cut on her fingertip, and pressed it against the bracelet.
Suddenly, the bracelet seemed to come alive, absorbing the blood from her fingertip and emitting an even stronger halo of light.
Xia Nuan felt dazed for a moment, and everything before her eyes instantly transformed.
Blue skies, white clouds, green mountains, clear waters—a vast stretch of farmland, with a wooden cabin behind her.
What a picturesque pastoral scene.
The bracelet really did contain a space inside!
Looking at the endless wilderness, Xia Nuan couldn’t help but smile, her eyes curving with joy.
In her previous life, when the Apocalypse arrived, because she knew archery and had once been an athlete, her physical fitness and combat abilities were considered decent. As a result, the task of going out to search for supplies fell on her shoulders.
Every time she went out, she would return fully loaded, yet it never took long before her adoptive parents would start complaining about how the family’s supplies were running out.
Either they had been stolen, used up, or given away to someone they pitied.
She wasn’t a fool either. She had once wondered why the family’s supplies were being consumed so quickly, but after secretly searching around, she found that their living space was indeed empty of everything. She had no choice but to believe their lies.
Later, during one of her outings, she was targeted. After a fierce battle, she was severely injured. She barely managed to drag the supplies back home, but with no medicine available, she could only wait to die.
It was at this time that that bastard Lu Jiancheng suggested she make use of her last bit of value—to trade her body for some rations.
She had just brought back plenty of food; the family was in no shortage of those few mouthfuls of moldy coarse rice. Furious, she was powerless to change anything.
Before tying her up to sell her to the black market, Lu Zhaozhao couldn’t resist showing off. She ran to Xia Nuan and confessed the real reason why their supplies had always been used up so quickly: it was because there was a portable space inside Xia Nuan’s bracelet.
They had always hidden the supplies away, enjoying lavish meals while Xia Nuan was out, and only serving plain porridge and pickles when she returned.
The bracelet containing the space was a token of love from Xia Nuan’s biological parents. Lu Zhaozhao had coaxed and tricked her into handing it over, claiming she just wanted to wear it for a few days because she liked it.
This time, selling Xia Nuan to the black market was actually just a pretext. The real goal was to notify her biological parents of the news, lure them into rescuing her, and then seize all of her biological parents’ supplies.
They wanted to suck the marrow from Xia Nuan’s entire family.
As for the reason, it was laughable.
Lu Zhaozhao said it was simply because they found Xia Nuan’s family displeasing to the eye.
Her parents really did come to rescue her, only to be shot into sieves.
Her brother arrived too late, carrying Lu Jiancheng’s head, and perished together with the black market boss who had bought and sold her.
Even now, Lu Zhaozhao’s arrogant face and the tragic deaths of her family remained vivid in her mind.
Xia Nuan gazed at the wilderness and farmland, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath of the fresh air here.
In this life, she had taken back the bracelet. The Lu family had lost their greatest reliance for surviving the Apocalypse, while she had gained this opportunity.
No matter what, she would never let the Lu family harm her or her family again. She would protect those who truly loved her.
Pulling herself out of her memories, Xia Nuan began to explore the space.
Her gaze fell on the prominent and enormous wooden signboard in front of the log cabin.
Curiously moving closer, she saw that the pattern on the signboard was identical to the interface of her favorite farming game before the apocalypse.
She tried touching the wooden board.
The sensation felt like touching water, and the visual effect resembled clicking with a mouse.
It was as if the game had descended into reality. By operating the signboard interface, she could open the store to buy seeds, expand the space, plant crops, raise animals, build workshops, and more.
However, these features would only gradually unlock as she leveled up.
Although the space appeared large, before leveling up, the accessible areas were limited. Currently, the usable range extended only from the log cabin to the five already cultivated farm plots.
The surrounding open areas couldn’t be used arbitrarily for storage. Whether items were dropped on the ground or produced within the space, they would all be gathered into the log cabin’s warehouse. It wasn’t possible to store supplies recklessly.
Still, the warehouse currently measured about two hundred square meters, as tall as a two-story building. A second warehouse would unlock at level three, which should be sufficient for now.
The ten System Gold Coins were all the starting funds she had, only enough to purchase wheat seeds.
Xia Nuan bought ten seeds. After the purchase was completed, the seeds appeared in the seed storage box on the right side of the field. Taking them out and scattering them in the soil, they would take root and sprout on their own. Two minutes later, the wheat would mature. Touching it to harvest would automatically store it in the warehouse, neatly arranged in a corner.
The warehouse also had an automatic organization function.
Xia Nuan tried plucking a wheat ear and putting it in her mouth.
It could be chewed and eaten—it was real!
Next, she needed to test whether she could bring items from the space outside.
Xia Nuan picked up the wheat ear, focused her thoughts, and exited the space.
Back on the hotel bed, the wheat ear in her hand hadn’t disappeared.
Xia Nuan quickly boiled a pot of water, poured it into a cup, and with just a thought, the cup vanished from her hand. At the same time, a full view of the Space Farm appeared in her mind, with the cup resting securely in the center of the warehouse.
After waiting half an hour and taking it out, the hot water’s temperature hadn’t dropped at all.
The space warehouse could preserve freshness!
The smile never left Xia Nuan’s face. This bracelet space kept revealing more and more pleasant surprises.
She instinctively reached for her wrist but felt only emptiness.
Startled, Xia Nuan looked down and saw that the bracelet on her wrist had disappeared at some point, leaving behind a red mark on her skin. From a distance, it looked as if a red string had been tied around it.
How could this be?
She remembered that in her past life, Lu Zhaozhao’s bracelet had always been worn on her body. Why did it turn into a red mark when it came to her?
Xia Nuan rubbed her skin back and forth, but the color didn’t fade, nor did she feel any unusual sensations in her body.
Unable to figure it out, she simply gave up.
Actually, this might be for the better. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about losing the bracelet or having it stolen, which would mean losing the space.
Xia Nuan swayed as she stood up. Her fever hadn’t subsided, and she felt a bit unsteady on her feet.
But she couldn’t wait to leave the hotel.
Her heart yearned for home. At this moment, she felt an overwhelming urgency to reunite with her family as soon as possible, to take a closer look at her parents and brother—whom she hadn’t had enough time with in her past life but who had willingly sacrificed their lives to save her.