Whether it's the boning knife or the void cold storage, they're mere embellishments. Nothing beats the sheer comfort of a good night's sleep.

  Gorgin stationed an ogre to guard outside the beastmen's camp, and the entire ogre tribe slipped into a restful mode.

  On the desert night, gentle breezes blew, scattering the bonfire's flames.

  The crackling of burning firewood, coupled with the deep snoring of the ogres, composed a unique symphony.

  As the moon and stars emerged in the sky, the heat in the sand dissipated swiftly, and the temperature finally plummeted.

  Here, the nights are as frigid as the days are sweltering.

  Even the oasis waters can develop dew and frost. With such drastic temperature fluctuations, without proper protection, rapid heat loss is almost inevitable.

  The natives here have long - established their own ways of life.

  Having lived on this land for generations, they've grown accustomed to the extreme climate.

  Those unable to adapt were phased out long ago.

  The humans newly teleported from the Blue Planet had a rough start.

  Gorgin wasn't sure how many had been transported to this world, but the seemingly endless stream of messages on the world chat told him it was a substantial number.

  The first day was the most brutal.

  As a homebody, Gorgin rarely ventured beyond the tribe.

  His routine was predictable: just the tribe and the oasis. In contrast, the Blue Planet humans scattered across the world had stumbled upon numerous treasure chests, yielding a diverse array of supplies.

  Some found food, weapons, or water, while others uncovered the most unexpected items.

  Those lucky enough to obtain seasonings were at an advantage, as they could trade with Gorgin for basic necessities on the trading platform.

  As night fell, following a brief spell of coolness, a biting cold descended.

  Most of these newcomers were ordinary folks from the Blue Planet, lacking any desert survival know - how.

  Many shed their extra clothes upon arrival, and some, deeming them a burden, discarded them.

  By nightfall, they were filled with regret, but after a day of wandering, they couldn't recall where they'd left their garments.

  They'd never anticipated the extreme temperature variations in this place.

  Meanwhile, Gorgin dozed off comfortably, enjoying the warmth of the bonfire and the massages from the six waitresses at the House of Amorous Feelings. The world chat, however, was in chaos.

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  “Any kind - hearted soul with spare clothes? Save me, bro! I'm freezing!”

  “Me too. Looking for a down jacket if possible...”

  “I really regret it. I came here in a down jacket but ditched it because of the heat during the day. Now I'm left with just long - johns and a thermal top.”

  “Is there a lucky one who can get a lighter? There are thorns everywhere. I'm tempted to start a fire.”

  “Did none of you get anything useful? I at least got a shovel and dug a pit on a sheltered sand slope. Feeling a bit better now.”

  “Don't even mention it. I had a teammate. We found a treasure chest, and out came a nest of fist - sized bees. My teammate didn't make it.”

  “These treasure chests are a total gamble. There's an equal chance of getting supplies or danger, and half the time, the items are useless.”

  “Useless? What do you have right now? Even if you got a pile of crap, it's still something.”

  “Damn it!”

  “I'm so annoyed. I'm a rich second - generation, just turned adult, and was looking forward to a great life, only to end up in this hellhole. So frustrating. Does anyone feel my pain?”

  “Keep it down. My company just went public, and I'm over fifty. I've worked my whole life and haven't had a chance to enjoy it yet...”

  Gorgin slept soundly by the bonfire all night.

  The waitresses took care of adding firewood, so he didn't have to lift a finger. Breakfast was a non - issue for the ogre tribe.

  No ogre bothered with such a civilized concept.

  Gorgin was no exception. Even though he was awake, he stayed put. As the chieftain, his main role was to lead the charge in a brawl.

  In the ogres' mindset, one - on - one duels were unthinkable, a sign of foolishness.

  Whether awake or not, he simply continued to relish the massage.

  Glancing through the world channel's chat history, Gorgin could tell the humans had a rough night.

  Surprisingly, though, it didn't seem like there had been a significant loss of life. The world channel remained abuzz.

  Scattered across the Endless Desert, it had become their go - to place for alleviating loneliness and stress. It was a chaotic mix of conversations, with everything and anything being discussed.

  Most had survived the first day and even encountered white treasure chests. As the saying went, when you have nothing, anything is better than nothing.

  But if you were unlucky enough to encounter a monster from a chest...

  well, all you could do was hope for better luck in the next life.

  Gorgin finally roused himself as the sun started to scorch.

  He stretched lazily, scratched his butt, and ambled outside.

  The sixth waitress, who'd joined just yesterday, heaved a sigh of relief.

  “Sisters, is this the daily routine? Are ogres really that energetic? He was all over the place yesterday noon, last night, and this morning. How does he manage?”

  Another human waitress massaged her sore muscles.

  The long hours of work had taken a toll on her.

  “It's not too bad. Usually, we give massages every one or two days. Three times in a row is rare.”

  The new waitress relaxed a bit.

  Thrust into the job without time to adjust, she'd been on the verge of a breakdown.

  The silver lining was that she was the sole survivor of the merchant team. Plus, the food was decent, and she felt safe.

  Her only task was to serve the chieftain... Come to think of it, maybe it wasn't such a bad deal?

  The succubus and the drow seemed unfazed.

  As dark - natured beings, they were quite open - minded about their work.

  With far more combat experience than surface - dwelling races, they didn't find it overly tiring.

  Gorgin stepped out of the House of Amorous Feelings. The outside temperature had almost returned to normal.

  In the distance, the air seemed to shimmer and distort, an optical illusion caused by the searing heat waves.

  The beastmen's merchant team had already departed.

  Supplies worth a single gold coin might be a fortune for humans, but for ogres, it was hardly worth a second glance.

  Gorgin casually instructed an ogre to stash the beastmen's leftover supplies and then began considering which building could house the void cold storage.

  A quick inspection revealed that all existing structures were occupied by ogres and were too rudimentary.

  Oh well, he decided.

  He might as well get those food - loving ogres to build a new one.