"A system?"
Su Bai widened his eyes and asked inside his mind, "Is it really a system?"
As someone who wrote novels for a living, he naturally knew that systems were fictional constructs. That was exactly why he found this so shocking.
"Ding! Yes. The Daily Support System is at your service, Host."
Keeping his expression unchanged, Su Bai glanced out of the corner of his eye at the cow-horned girl beside him and continued questioning mentally.
"What functions do you have?"
"Ding! The Daily Support System currently only has one function: Daily Sign-In."
"Ding! Daily sign-ins grant a random Basic Support Pack.
There is a 1% chance to obtain a Mid-Tier Support Pack,
and a 0.1% chance to obtain a High-Tier Support Pack."
The cold mechanical voice continued to ring out in his mind:
"Ding! A Mid-Tier Support Pack is guaranteed once per month.
A High-Tier Support Pack is guaranteed once per year."
"So there are only Basic, Mid, and High support packs?" Su Bai asked mentally.
"Ding! Higher-tier support packs will unlock after the Host has signed in for one year."
"System, sign me in." Su Bai gave the command without hesitation.
"Ding! Sign-in successful."
As soon as he heard that, a virtual calendar page popped up before his eyes. The first day was marked with the words 'Signed In', and beneath it was a line of smaller text:
'Unclaimed Support Pack.'
He turned his head slightly, looking at Yan Hua—who was still introducing the tribe—and asked mentally,
"System, no one else can see this calendar page, right?"
"Ding! The calendar interface is visible only to the Host."
"Good. Don't open the pack yet," Su Bai said, the corner of his lips lifting slightly.
He wasn't sure whether opening the pack would cause any strange effects. In unfamiliar territory, it was better to be cautious. He'd wait until he was somewhere private.
"Hey! Are you even listening?" Yan Hua narrowed her red eyes.
She had noticed Su Bai zoning out for quite a while now. With a cold expression, she said, "If you're not paying attention, don't waste my time."
Yan Hua still needed to train. These past few days of searching for the successor had already reduced her training intensity a lot. If this continued, it would be difficult for her to become a Totem Warrior.
"Sorry," Su Bai said apologetically. "My head's a bit dizzy—I lost focus."
"I'll take you to rest," Yan Hua said, glancing at Su Bai's pale face. Thinking about how he had been unconscious for three days, her icy expression immediately softened.
"Alright," Su Bai replied with a faint smile. He could tell she was the cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside type.
"Let's go."
Yan Hua strode toward the center of the camp as she spoke. "The center of the tribe holds the Shaman's tent and the Chief's tent."
She led Su Bai to the massive beast-skin tent, then walked around behind it. There were two slightly smaller tents there.
"You'll stay in the one on the left," Yan Hua said, pointing. "The one on the right belongs to my father."
"Then whose tent is this?" Su Bai asked curiously.
"…Mine," Yan Hua replied, her voice noticeably quieter.
"Yours?" Su Bai was surprised. "If I stay here, where will you sleep?"
This was a complete upgrade in treatment. Compared to being left on the outskirts of the camp earlier, he was now being placed right in the core area.
"I'm only letting you stay for one night," Yan Hua said, biting her lip lightly. "I'll be on night patrol tonight."
She didn't really want Su Bai staying here either, but her father had assigned her to take care of the successor, which naturally included arranging lodging. There wasn't enough time to set up a new tent, so this was the only option.
"Alright," Su Bai nodded. Letting him stay in her tent was already a huge gesture of goodwill.
"Hmph! Don't go rummaging through my things," Yan Hua said, lifting her chin slightly, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.
"Of course," Su Bai replied, holding back a smile.
"If you need anything, have someone come get me," Yan Hua said, then quickly turned and ran off.
"So she gets shy too," Su Bai chuckled softly, shaking his head as he lifted the tent flap and stepped inside.
The cow-horned girl's tent wasn't very big—about six or seven square meters.
The items inside were arranged very neatly—
…Not at all.
There was no wooden bed, just a pile of dried grass serving as one, with a piece of beast hide laid over it. There was no wardrobe either; everything was messily placed on the ground. The floor itself was packed dirt, with clear footprints visible.
"Almost forgot… this is primitive society."
Su Bai scratched his head hard and sighed.
"No computer. No phone. Nothing at all."
He sat down on the grass bed and prepared to open the support pack, hoping it would at least provide some comfort.
"System, open the support pack," Su Bai commanded mentally.
"Ding! Opening First-Day Support Pack…"
"Ding! Congratulations to the Host for obtaining Mid-Tier Support:
Healing Art LV.1."
"Huh? A Mid-Tier reward?" Su Bai said in pleasant surprise. "Is this a first-day bonus?"
"Ding! Yes."
"Figures," Su Bai chuckled casually, then opened the skill description with his mind.
[Healing Art LV.1]
Consumes mental energy to stimulate wound vitality and accelerate healing speed.
"Just that?" Su Bai couldn't help but complain. "That's all the description?"
With no better option, he continued asking, "System, how many levels does Healing Art have? How do I level it up?"
"Ding! Skills level up once proficiency is full. Skill-type abilities have a total of ten levels."
"Ding! Would you like to open the character status panel?"
"Open it," Su Bai said.
[Status Panel]
Host: Su Bai
Stamina: 0.7 (Average human: 1)
Strength: 0.8 (Average human: 1)
Speed: 0.7 (Average human: 1)
Mental Strength: 2.1 (Average human: 1)
Profession: Novelist
Skill: Healing Art LV.1 (0/100)
Description: A shut-in novelist whose body is already in a sub-healthy state.
"The status panel is really barebones…" Su Bai muttered.
What bothered him most was the sub-healthy condition. In a primitive society, there were no hospitals. Getting sick could easily be fatal.
And Healing Art was only Level 1—effective only for wounds. If he caught an illness or infection, there'd be no cure. At that point, everything would depend on his immune system—and that required a strong body.
"Looks like I'll have to start exercising," Su Bai sighed, feeling as though his easy days were already far behind him.