Qin Siyang followed the reef path toward Shell Island.
The closer he got, the more clearly he could see the shells on the island.
The seashells there were absurdly large.
The biggest stood as tall as houses, while even the smallest were the size of palm-leaf fans, piled in overlapping layers across the entire island.
Blue-green patterns covered the shells, with a faint light flowing through them like tidal water. When the sea breeze blew past, the whole island filled with the faint sounds of shells opening and closing.
"This island... looks a lot more respectable than Bone Island."
As Qin Siyang approached the island, he pressed his palms together in prayer.
"Heaven help me, please don't let me pick right! Please don't let me pick right! Picking right means picking wrong! Picking wrong means picking right!"
The moment Qin Siyang stepped onto Shell Island, the reef path beneath his feet disappeared.
As the last rustling sound faded, the entire island suddenly fell silent.
So silent that even the sea breeze vanished.
Standing atop the piled shells, Qin Siyang first looked back at the seawater behind him, then tested it with his foot.
An enormous repulsive force immediately shoved his foot away from the sea's surface.
At the sight, Qin Siyang breathed a sigh of relief.
Since he was trapped on this island, that meant he still hadn't chosen the real one.
He looked down at a white shell the size of a millstone beside his feet and reached out to tap it.
Clink.
It rang clearly, was extremely hard, and had some nice patterns.
It would qualify as top-grade research material by any standard.
Qin Siyang bent down, about to pry the shell loose, when it suddenly opened a crack.
There was no flesh inside. It was completely empty