The Strongest on the Surface

The deserted island was not large. At its front lay a broad stretch of coast, while behind it stood a forest.

Before Jess and his group were shipwrecked on this deserted island, there had been no trace of human habitation here. It had to be said that this was a good thing, because many island natives had a habit of eating people.

There were currently seven people on the deserted island. There had actually been nine before, but around a year ago, two of them had been unable to endure such a hopeless situation and killed themselves.

Though the remaining seven were still alive, it was only a matter of time before they broke down as well.

People like Robinson Crusoe were ultimately few and far between.

Most people did not possess such powerful minds.

Still, the living conditions on the island were not actually bad. They had built wooden huts and accumulated quite a lot of dried meat through hunting and diving into the sea. Naturally, there was no rice, nor was there wheat.

Their ship had been a tourist vessel, not a cargo ship, so they had not been lucky enough to find grains that had yet to be hulled.

The people on the island all regarded Zhao Cheng's arrival with awe. In a place like this, dressed like that, appearing here—and you said you were human?!

We may indeed have been on this island for quite some time, but we had not gone stupid.

The island's seven inhabitants were all adults—or rather, in the prime of their lives. There was even a Swordsman among them. In a shipwreck, those with weak bodies found it difficult to survive.

Yet after these past few years, their physical capabilities had deteriorated drastically. Neither their bodies nor their minds remained at