She opened the door and noticed the boathouse also had lights inside—but the lights were cute-looking bugs with glowing bottoms like light bulbs.
Wanting to get out of the cold rain, she entered, closing the door behind her. Looking around the cottage cabin, there was no furniture.
Ugh. Forget her life!
She tossed the kid in the corner as gently as possible, but she knew he was dead asleep, so the toss wouldn't have woken him up anyway. Her siblings were the same.
She took the time to look around, and there was a small living room, a kitchen tucked in the corner, a bathroom, a suite, and a room with two installed bunk beds.
She needs furniture. She refused to sleep on such a bed—she needs her own personal one, not one where she has someone under or over her.
She sat down in the living room after putting the kid on the bottom bunk in the guest room.
She then opened her gaming mod again, this time going to the players thread.
She created an account, first setting up her profile name:
HumbleFisherWoman
She decided that this name felt earned and quite literal, as she will have to fish to put food and money on the table to level up herself and her planet territory.
Paying 16 silver to upgrade and open her a private merchant account.
After making her account, she scrolled through the player thread, seeing all types of people clueless on what to do, how to level up, or get materials. Some of the posts even gave tips and explained the grade levels of materials, beasts, and also listed possible professions they've seen so far from native residents of their planets: magicians, merchants, knights, herbalists, beast tamers, refiners, alchemists, blacksmiths, teachers, carpenters—even a fisherman profession!
She was surprised at the diversity of the professions, and there was probably more that weren't listed yet.
She stopped, clicking on this post and read it. From reading the post, she found out that the game grades materials from the ranges of yellow to purple grade, and legendary grades being white and gold grade.
Beast levels can range from non-level to level 10 and above.
Another one of the posts caught her eye.
The post was titled:
Willing to Trade Bed Blueprint for Food
The account name GoneRPGing said they had bed blueprints and a few others they were willing to trade as long as the interested party had food—meat preferably, but anything would do.
This actually piqued her interest as she needed a bed. Clicking on the post profile, she sent a private message to GoneRPGing.
Me: I have x10 pieces of fillet fish meat…
She didn't get a reply right away but wasn't discouraged. She continued to scroll through the player threads.
A couple minutes later, she received a friend request from GoneRPGing, and he replied to her message.
GoneRPGing: I'll take it all! Do you have anything else or need any other blueprints? I have others.
Min Suqian pondered for a moment, thinking of what exactly she needed that was necessary right now.
Texting him back, Min Suqian, after realizing she'd need everything—her planet was a Waterworld.
Me: What do you have? The grades?
This time he replied almost instantaneously.
GoneRPGing: All items are yellow-grade.
We have stove, a furnace, basic clothes, wardrobe, long sword, bow, long spear, table, covers, storage backpack—6 slots only.
Me: I'll take them all. Is 30 pieces of fillet fish enough? I only have sardine meat right now.
GoneRPGing: 30 pieces more than enough, Big Boss! Thank you. I'll send over the blueprint right now.
She placed the 30 pieces of meat into the shell cart, typing in GoneRPGing's private account ID.
[Are you sure you would like to trade 30 pieces of fillet fish with GoneRPGing for 9 blueprints?]
[Yes]
[You've received nine blueprints from account GoneRPGing]
She went back to her private messages and sent a message to GoneRPGing's profile.
Me: I sent the meat and received the blueprints. Thanks for the help.
GoneRPGing: Haha, it's just business, just business. No need for formalities—we helped each other out. Can you contact me the next time you have a stock of meat? Any kind will do.
Me: Sure. I'll be sure to get back to you when I definitely have some. Maybe I'll buy more blueprints from you also.
GoneRPGing: Definitely! Accept my friend request. We'll keep in touch.
Me: Hmm… for sure.
Min Suqian ended the conversation, about to leave the players thread when she decided—after hesitating for a while—to make a post about her younger siblings.
Asking if anyone has any information or has seen them in general. And to motivate people word-of-mouth, she added: a reward will be given for those who have solid and accurate information.
She hoped they were okay.
Although she still had her mother alive—but she remarried and ditched her younger siblings at her doorstep, claiming her new husband didn't want kids from another marriage living with him.
Tsk. Deadbeat mother, running around like a dog in heat.
And a coward man with a money-grubbing attitude and a broken package.
Ha. Perfect match made in heaven indeed.
Officially exiting out of the players thread, she went back to her inventory to view her newly received blueprints and check how much material was needed.
The stove only needed 4 stones and 2 wood. She quickly selected the materials in the blueprint, crafting a simple stove.
Next item to be crafted was the furnace—which was really needed, as she was starting to shiver, feeling the effects of the deepwater suit wearing off as the cold oceanic storming air penetrated her skin.
"Shvoo." She breathed hot air into her hands, trying to give them some warmth.
She quickly picked the 8 stones and 3 wood and 10 ironscales needed to craft the furnace.
After placing it inside of her suite room in the back corner of the room, she headed back to the living room, crafted another, and placed it in the corner of the small living room. She pulled out some lighting for both of them.
It took a few minutes, but soon the cabin was noticeably warmer. Noticing this, Min Suqian stripped off her deepwater suit, her flipper shoes, and also her underclothes that were now wet.
"Ugh. Damn sardines."
She grimaced, smelling the horrid fish smell coming from her clothing and self.
"Uck." She quickly threw them into the inventory. The moment they disappeared, so did the fish smell—well, mostly.