Chapter 1 A Cup of Coffee

After drinking that cup of coffee, Feng Bujue surprisingly found that his stamina had significantly recovered. It seemed that some of the "food" in the script had a hidden recovery function.

"So it seems... the snacks sold in the mall aren't just to satisfy cravings or for players to look cool." Feng Bujue looked at his status in the game menu and muttered to himself, "But all the snack items don't have descriptions. Which food has which hidden attributes can only be tested in the script, huh..."

As he spoke, he took out a bag of beef jerky from his pocket. Feng Bujue had bought this bag of stuff along with those small tools at the convenience store near the testing building. He didn't even include it when he was counting his carried items in the bathroom.

At the time, buying this bag of snacks was just a need to play dumb. Because Brother Jue's essence as a high-level player hadn't been exposed yet, he didn't want to tell his teammates that he had bought a bunch of useful tools, so he bought a bag of snacks as a cover.

Perhaps due to some kind of rule in the script, even after experiencing the waterfall's baptism, none of these items that weren't put into his bag were lost. When Feng Bujue got out of the bathtub, all the items were still in his coat pocket.

"Will my Cursed status cause me to choke to death while eating snacks..." Feng Bujue thought of this question after tearing open the package, but he didn't dwell on it. He just shrugged and put the beef jerky in his mouth.

While chewing on the snack, he was thinking about the content on pages 599-602: "This is my memory space. Except for those puzzles added by the system, everything here should be simulated from my memory. That is to say... the text in this book, including the content of the astronomy books I just consulted, was originally in my head..."

Feng Bujue turned his gaze to the bookshelf again, thinking, "My memory is pretty good. I have some impression of everything I've seen. And in this space, even information that only exists in my subconscious should be restored..."

At this time, Feng Bujue had already devoured most of the bag of beef jerky. He glanced at the game menu, and sure enough, his Survival Value had increased by 5% in the process. Although the amount wasn't much, it was indeed an extra recovery beyond natural healing. Including the adjustment during this period, Feng Bujue's stamina had reached 42%, basically out of the danger zone.

Seeing this situation, he simply tilted his head back and swallowed the remaining beef jerky in the bag in one gulp. Then he got up and walked to the kitchen.

He threw the packaging bag into the trash can, washed his hands, and dried them with a towel.

Then, he came to the bookshelf and picked out a book. It was a book about botany that he rarely looked at.

"Well... as expected." Feng Bujue directly turned to the second half of the book. As a result, the text that appeared before his eyes was blurry and difficult to distinguish.

He turned the book to the front again. The table of contents was normal, and he could see everything clearly. But as soon as he turned to the formal chapters, he could only see fragments of many sections, and the blurred parts accounted for the majority.

"Things I've completely forgotten, or information I've never seen, cannot be reproduced." Feng Bujue closed the book and looked back at *The Complete Sherlock Holmes* on the coffee table. "I can remember the contents of Sherlock Holmes, and it's very detailed, so the whole book has been reproduced." He muttered, "Since it's information I already knew, the game's prompt to check the text on 599-602 isn't really asking me to read the content of the book, but..."

He returned to the sofa and opened the thick book again. "When searching the house, I treated my home as an unfamiliar environment, and that's how I made a breakthrough. So now... I shouldn't treat this book as a detective novel I've read, but as a pure game clue item."

Changing his mindset, Feng Bujue picked up the book, singled out the piece of paper from pages 599-600, and shone it with the flashlight. "Well... the text doesn't change when light shines through it." He also tried turning the book upside down and looking at it from the side, but he didn't see any clues.

"Soaking it in water or roasting it with fire are irreversible testing methods." He muttered, "This paper isn't too thick, and there's probably no interlayer in the middle."

Once a puzzle falls into a dead end, it's best to step back a bit and see if there's any missing information or find a new path.

So, Feng Bujue re-listed the things he had obtained after entering the script and hadn't used yet: "What I got in that space in the testing building that I haven't used so far is... a folding knife, a lighter, a Nokia, and... a match..."

Thinking of this, he took out the match and looked at it: "The combination of Nokia and a knife can also start a fire (a mobile phone lithium battery can start a fire)... but, on the surface, the two items with obvious functional overlap are undoubtedly the lighter and the match."

Feng Bujue thought of this and picked up the lighter, gently tapping its gear. A flame immediately popped up: "Well... it still lights." This was also expected, because he had put this item in his bag and taken it out again in the bathroom. Even if it had malfunctioned earlier due to being soaked in water, that problem no longer existed.

"In this room, there are many ways to start a fire. There's a gas stove, so many electrical wires, and you can also create a chemical reaction using some food in the refrigerator." Feng Bujue thought, "The lighter here has lost its functional 'uniqueness'. But... what about the match..." His gaze returned to the match. "Besides lighting a fire, it seems to be related to the 'match puzzle'..." The puzzle he was referring to was a fun math problem similar to "Move one matchstick in the picture to make both sides of the equation correct."

"Well... it doesn't seem to be related to the puzzle at hand." He was about to put down the match when he suddenly thought, "Wait... this is the match held by 'The Little Match Girl'. Could it be..."

As everyone knows, in that fairy tale, every time the little girl lights a match, she can combine it with the scenery around her to see a beautiful illusion..."

A new hypothesis sprouted in Feng Bujue's mind. He immediately got up, turned off the lights in the living room, and returned to the sofa to sit down, opening the book to page 600. He took a deep breath, held the match, and said, "I hope I don't waste it..."

*Chā*—

Feng Bujue struck the match on the rough side of the coffee table, lighting this story item.

At the moment the light lit up, three-dimensional images that seemed like real scenes immediately appeared on the opened book page. And Feng Bujue, like an immersive audience, heard the rumbling sound of a waterfall in his ears...