National destiny survival: I am weak and rely on luck to fly

The last ray of golden flame from the contract formation penetrated into the "king" pattern on the young tiger's forehead. Ren Linhe retracted his fingertips and turned his head to look at the young man in the light curtain.

"Have you thought of a name?" Shen Nan rubbed his eyes and asked vaguely.

"You come and get it."

"Shall I come?" Shen Nan immediately became alert.

He was the one who named the Chipmunk. Now does he have to name Uncle Ren’s second pet as well?

Shen Nan curved his lips, his voice so soft that it almost melted into the night, "Then let's call you - Jin Jin! Hehe~"

Ren Linhe chuckled and rubbed the back of the tiger cub's ear with his fingertips as a sign of agreement.

The moonlight is bright outside the window and the lights inside the house are quiet.

The two chatted casually, telling about what had happened in recent days.

The boy's voice became softer and softer, his head nodded slowly, and finally he shrank into the quilt, revealing only his slightly curly hair and half-closed eyes.

Ren Linhe lowered his voice, as if to coax her to sleep: "Are you sleepy?"

Shen Nan responded vaguely, with the tail end of the word dragging out.

I only remember mumbling "good night" in a daze, and the low "sweet dreams" from the opposite side sounded like a warm breath passing by my ears.

The light curtain went out and the night returned to silence.

Soon, everything in the Dawn Territory was silent except for the sound of wind blowing through the window frames.

-

The next day.

The church bells rang for the sixth time.

Shen Nan walked out of the lord's hall with sleepy eyes, and saw Lujia folding his hands on his chest and bowing deeply - the standard knight's audience etiquette.

"Good day, Lord."

"Good morning, Luke."

Lujia raised his head, a rare blush on his face. "I have come to apologize for my crime. I hope the Lord will punish me."

Shen Nan was stunned. "Apologize? What happened?"

Luke bowed his head, his tone respectful yet chagrined. "This morning, His Excellency Sit, upon hearing the rich aroma of the wine cellar, earnestly requested a visit. Remembering your command to 'enter the winery without permission,' I hesitated to grant your request, yet fearing I might neglect the distinguished guest, I took it upon myself to offer him a bottle of freshly brewed 'Jiesheng Wine.' Unexpectedly..."

He paused, his ears slightly reddened. "Lord Sit drank it all in one gulp, then passed out drunk beside the table. He hasn't woken up yet. I failed to take good care of him, so I'm here to take the punishment."

Shen Nan blinked and couldn't help laughing: "...How much did he drink?"

"Only one cup." Luka smiled bitterly, "To be exact, half a cup."

"..." Shen Nan held his forehead with his hand. "Alright, carry Xite to the guest room and prepare a pot of sobering tea. Remember to bring him 'Ji Sheng New Brew' next time."

This is a new product of Trala that retains the original flavor of Jisheng wine, but is reformulated and has a lower alcohol content. It is more suitable for the tastes of local people and is much lighter than the original wine.

"As you wish." Luke bowed again, turned around and hurried away.

Shen Nan looked at his back, and when he thought of Sit, he shook his head and laughed, "A magician can actually be drunk by a glass of Jisheng wine..."

"Drip-"

A crisp prompt sound suddenly rang out.

"Well, who tagged me?" Shen Nan tapped his fingertips lightly, and the light curtain suddenly unfolded.

【Ren Linhe Team·Internal Channel】

Zhu Shi Shun Li: @Nan friend, Nan Bao, can you help me buy a flying mount? You name the price.

[So annoying: +1, I want one too, give it to me first! I really can’t stand it anymore…]

[Nongren Disguise Plan: @Nan's friend, Nanbao, we're in urgent need of a giant bird here too. Any species is fine, as long as it can take me flying!]

[No inspiration: Want +2]

……

Shen Nan's fingertips slid lightly, and the information on the screen surged upward like a tide, almost all of which were on the same topic -

There are Ate him, Ate Xiao Feifei, and Ate all the teammates who participated in the competition, all just want to buy a flying mount.

"Are we all facing a mount shortage?" Shen Nan wondered, and then typed a line of words in the channel.

[Nan's friend: Why are everyone suddenly getting a flying mount?

After a moment of silence, information burst out.

Zhu Shi Shunli: @Nan's friend, the smog started rising rapidly late last night. Even staying by the fire was unbearable. My energy level dropped by over 20 points per hour!

[Spicy Prince: Yes, what's even more outrageous is that the smog didn't disappear during the day, but my spirit value dropped a little slower, deducting about ten points per hour.]

[Eat the soles of my feet: Our situation is still relatively mild. Some people lose thirty or forty points of energy every hour. Many people fall asleep at night without realizing it, and their energy is completely depleted. There have already been casualties.]

[Yi Ye Bao Fu: The Qing Ling Fruit was rotting in the warehouse before, but now it's taking off! The price has increased several times! Fortunately, I haven't sold out all the Qing Ling Fruit I planted before, otherwise I would be so angry that I would die.]

[Highly intelligent criminal psychologist: Damn! I cleared out all my Qingling Fruit a while ago and exchanged them for passes, leaving only a dozen or so as backups. Now this time, the system is being completely inhumane!]

Shen Nan: ...

So, what does this have to do with flying mounts?

However, Shen Nan saw the conversation above and saw that the spirit value dropped by different amounts. Could it be related to the coordinates?

Before I could even think about the question, another reply popped up.

Comrade Chen: @Nan, my friend, I'm closest to the deepest part of the Misty Forest. Last night, my Spirit Points plummeted by over 40 points in an hour. In a moment of desperation, I rode my giant bird toward a thinner fog. The thinner the fog, the less Spirit Points I lose. After just a few hours of flying, the Spirit Points dropped from over 40 points per hour to over 30.

[Never mind, just 666: @Nan's friend, +1. Many people are deep in the forest, so they're rushing to buy flying mounts and escape. This drains over thirty or forty spirit points per hour, and no amount of Qingling Fruit can keep up.]

[Young and Vivacious Aunt: I haven't sold any of my Qingling Fruits yet. I still have three or four thousand left. But my Spirit Points are only at 100. Even if I replenish them at night and then sleep, I can only last two hours. If I don't wake up one day, I'll be dead...]

[There is no you or me here anymore: Mainly because everyone had sold most of their inventory in order to exchange for passes.]

[I don't know how to name it: Unlucky Guy +1, the Qingling Fruit has been consumed, but the person is still deep in the forest...]

[Unlucky Zhu: Unlucky +2...]

Next, the channel was filled with a long string of [Unlucky guy + N

Shen Nan glanced at it and secretly felt lucky that the channel created by Uncle Ren only had a few hundred people. If he wanted to switch to the world channel, it would probably take forever.

Thinking that he still had more than 300,000 gold coins in his hand, based on the average price of 500 gold per mount, he could probably buy about 700 flying mounts.

Nan's friend: I understand, but Wanfeng City is just a small town, and we might not be able to gather hundreds of giant birds at once. Those who are deep in the forest and have low spirit points will be shipped first. As for the price, I'll discuss it with Captain Ren first.

This fog mutation affects billions of survivors.

However, only the Xia, Tou and Dwarf countries that participated in the competition could purchase the flying mounts. However, there were less than twenty days left before the end of the competition, and they would not be able to buy them after that.

The demand was so explosive that he had to discuss it with Uncle Ren first and come up with a unified price to avoid chaos later.

If you really say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there.

Just when Shen Nan was thinking about how to tell Ren Linhe about this, the other party typed out the whole thing in one breath in the team channel.

【Four-player team channel】

Ren Linhe: Last night, the fog in the Misty Forest suddenly changed. Besides consuming Qingling Fruit to replenish our spirits, the only viable solution is to move those deep within the forest to the outer reaches. However, most survivors have only completed 2-5 rounds of the mission, making it impractical for most survivors to be small in size and traversing the dense forest on foot.

Ren Linhe: Although the cause and duration of the smog remain unknown, everyone must prepare for a protracted battle. Therefore, the higher-ups have decided that, while prioritizing victory in the competition, we must maximize our efforts to raise gold coins and purchase flying mounts, regardless of type, as long as they can carry passengers.

Ren Linhe: @Nanyouyou and @Shinifeijie, as the captains of this competition, you two will each count the gold coins contributed by the contestants in your respective channels. After purchasing mounts, hand them in to @Shenwansan to register the quantity and distribute them.

Ren Linhe: @Shen Wansan will negotiate with other channel captains to allocate mounts based on demand and coordinate unified dispatch. 1. Priority will be given to survivors deep in the forest or in urgent need of relocation. 2. Survivors must return their mounts after escaping danger, and the captain will loan them out on a recurring basis. 3. After the crisis is resolved, flying mounts will be sold at a fixed price to survivors who wish to contract them. 4. Earned passes will be distributed based on the proportion of gold contributed by participants.]

Ren Linhe: @Nan’s friend @It’s your sister Fei @Shen Wansan

[It's you, Sister Fei: Got it.]

[Shen Wansan: 1]

After scanning the chat history, Shen Nan immediately replied "Got it" and forwarded Ren Linhe's full text to his contestant channel, pinning it to the top and tagging everyone:

Nan's friend: @Everyone, please take a look at the incident in the Misty Forest. The pace of eliminating the players who stole the country can be slowed down for now. The priority right now is to earn gold! The more the better!

Originally, everyone wanted to end the competition quickly.

But now flying mounts can only be purchased in this competition instance, and the Mist Crisis requires a large number of flying mounts, so we can only change the "end of the competition early" to "endure for the full thirty days."

Most of the stealing countries have been eliminated by them during this period. Even if it drags on to the end, they will still be the winners, so Shen Nan is not worried about winning or losing the competition.

As soon as the message was sent, the channel was instantly flooded with comments:

[Rotten Egg: Got it.]

[Ten bets, ten losses: Got it!]

[Why do I need to change my nickname myself?: 1]

[How is everything being used? Received.]

[Math is hard to learn: 1.]

……

In the blink of an eye, the chat channel was flooded with "received" and "1".

At the same time, more than a dozen transaction requests popped up in Shen Nan's private messages, all for gold coins and various supplies.

Everyone knows that he has a "store" that can be used for "recycling and cashing in", and contestants who are far away from the town will throw all their spoils to him for sale.

But this time no one asked for the money back, only left a note saying "Please recycle the gold coins to help me record your contribution."

Shen Nan looked at the constantly jumping transaction notifications and couldn't help but smile: "It's great that everyone is so cute."

Even if there is an abyss under his feet, as long as he sees his compatriots suffering, he will still squeeze out the last bit of strength and pull everyone to the shore of life.

(Family members broke down in tears! This scene really moved me!! Crying jpg.)

(Sure enough, none of the “soldiers” my mom brought up are cowards! They’re all fighting tooth and nail to survive! Crying jpg.)

(My dad really needs a flying mount. Please, Nanbao, give it to him first! Our whole family will be so grateful! Cryingjpg.)

(My child also needs a flying mount. He only has enough Qingling Fruit for the previous fog density, and he sold the extra Qingling Fruit for passes. But now the fog density has increased, and the Qingling Fruit is running out. Please, Nan Nan, give my child a flying mount first. He's only 19 years old! Sobbing.jpg.)

(Oh my god, this is too serious! I couldn't sleep last night and watched several live broadcast rooms. The fog was so thick that I couldn't see even one meter away. My spirit value box dropped!)

(The allocation is under the responsibility of the captains of each channel. It’s no use begging Nan Bao here…)

(The key point is that many people were still asleep, completely unaware of the smog mutation! Some people passed out in their sleep, and those with strong willpower managed to snatch back their lives by swallowing the Qingling Fruit instantly. Others... were literally gone! Wailing and crying jpg.)

(The losses were devastating! When we first arrived in the Misty Forest, everyone was only worried about insect attacks. Then, the system quest rewarded us with a bunch of Qingling Fruit Trees. After over a month of idleness, everyone thought they just had to be careful about dealing with those small creatures. Who knew the fog would suddenly surge without warning?)

……

Shen Nan couldn't see the barrage, so naturally he didn't know the seriousness of the situation.

At this moment, he was busy counting the gold coins that the contestants had transferred.

In just over an hour, the number on the account exceeded 13 million gold coins.

More than 10 million sounds astonishing, but if it is evenly distributed among 1,000 contestants, each person only contributed more than 10,000 gold coins.

And these are just the numbers we see now. Only a small number of people have time to trade, and more contestants are still busy outside and have not returned to the territory yet.

When everyone returns to the territory to rest at night, it is the critical moment when the gold coins skyrocket.

Even so, this huge sum of money is still just a drop in the bucket compared to the hundreds of millions of Xia country survivors.

What is valuable is that everyone is doing their best to save one more compatriot - this kind of intention is the most dazzling virtue.

While everyone was busy hunting to make money during the day, Shen Nan rode his Xiaoyi straight to Wanfeng City.

Led by Rad, he visited all the flying mount shops in the city, big and small, and collected more than 4,600 flying mounts.

But these giant birds only spent a fraction of it, and there were still a full 10 million gold coins left in the account.

After returning to the Dawn Territory, Shen Nan sat in the Lord's Hall with his chin propped up, sighing at the map he had just bought, and studying which nearby town to go to to search for another wave of giant birds.

When Sit sobered up and stepped into the lord's hall, he saw Shen Nan frowning at the map.

"Good morning, Mr. Shen Nan."

Shen Nan looked up at the sound and saw that he looked clear-headed. She asked with concern, "You're awake now. How are you? Do you have a headache?"

Xit's face froze, and he felt his ears burning when he thought of his embarrassing situation of passing out after drinking half a cup.

"Thank you for your concern, Excellency. Thank you also for Butler Luka's care. I didn't feel the headache brought by the hangover."

"I'm glad you're okay. I was worried you wouldn't be used to drinking it."

Speaking of this, Xit savored the half glass of wine he had that morning and suddenly became more energetic: "Sir Shen Nan, the wine brewed in your territory is truly exquisite! This is the first time I've tasted such a strong wine. I wonder what this wine is called? Is it for sale?"