Early the next morning, everyone met up, briefly discussed things, and exchanged opinions.
The conclusion they reached was this.
Apparently, the natives believed that eating the island's food and drinking its water for just one day would not completely seal everyone's Supernatural Power.
Then they would just wait it out.
The second day passed the same way, with everyone eating and drinking.
Yang Yong had thought the natives would show themselves and stir up trouble on the second night.
But they did not.
The third day.
"They should come tonight." Yang Yong narrowed his eyes.
He had thought about it for a long time.
What method would these natives use?
A frontal assault?
Or...
Night fell.
The person assigned to keep watch was Xiao Liao, the architecture student.
Xiao Liao sat by the fire with the megaphone, his fingers tightly gripping its handle, constantly telling himself:
At the slightest sign of trouble, shout through the megaphone immediately.
Nothing unusual happened during the first half of the night.
Xiao Liao began yawning a little, too, as waves of drowsiness washed over him.
Still, he forced himself to stay awake, rubbing between his eyebrows to keep himself from falling asleep.
Just then-
Xiao Liao suddenly smelled something.
A... sweet fragrance suddenly drifted through the air.
It was neither the fragrance of sweet potatoes nor that of grass and trees.
It was an indescribable, cloying sweetness.
Like overripe fruit mashed up and soaked in honey, or perhaps-
Before he could finish the thought, his head lolled to one side, and he passed straight out.
In the morning, when light pierced the thick mist and shone into the camp, Yang Yong struggled to open his eyes.
His eyelids felt as though they weighed a ton, and it took tremendous effort to open them a