"He's back?!"

"Brothers, don't let him get away!"

"Beat the crap out of him!"

"Break his little dick!"

"Kill!"

Suddenly, a cacophony of furious shouts erupted from the tall grass.

The next moment, hundreds of giant locusts surged out from the thatch.

Hank Fowler's pupils shrank. He grabbed the bundle of thatch and bolted, running like he had never run before, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.

The giant locusts pursued for a while, but seeing they couldn't catch up, they turned back, clearly frustrated.

Hank stopped, gasping for breath. He narrowed his eyes, scanning the thatch, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

On this island, there could only be one ruler, and that was him!

A mere swarm of locusts wanted to dominate?

How could he tolerate that?

He had to strike back, and hard!

Of course, now wasn't the time.

There were simply too many of those locusts. He needed a foolproof plan!

With that in mind, Hank returned to his shelter.

Seeing Hank carrying so much thatch, Thatchy immediately got excited. "Human, give me the thatch, quick!"

Hank glanced at Thatchy. "I risked my life to get this thatch. I can give it to you, but don't waste it. Make me a thatch carpet first."

"No problem!" Thatchy readily agreed.

"How do I give it to you?" Hank asked.

"Just put it in my mouth," Thatchy replied quickly.

Hank: "..."

A hut made of thatch, where's the mouth?

Just then, a crack suddenly appeared on one of the hut's walls, resembling a large mouth.

"My mouth is open, hurry up and feed me the thatch!" Thatchy urged.

"What kind of sorcery is this?" Hank was slightly stunned, but he quickly shoved the thatch into the crack.

The next moment, the bundle of thatch vanished as if it had been swallowed by the hut.

Hank was dumbfounded. "When can you make the carpet?" he asked tentatively.

Thatchy thought for a moment and said, "In my current low-level form, my production capacity is pretty inefficient. It'll take about four hours to make the carpet."

Hank's eyes flickered. "How much more thatch do you need to upgrade?"

"About a hundred more bundles like the one you just gave me," Thatchy said directly.

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Hank clicked his tongue.

To get a hundred bundles, he'd probably have to completely clear out that patch of thatch.

However, with the locust swarm guarding it, he needed to come up with a better strategy.

Just as Hank was about to rest, he suddenly felt a stinging pain in his finger and calf.

These were the two places bitten by the giant locusts, each leaving a wound.

Hank looked down and saw that the wounds hadn't healed and were still bleeding.

Although the bleeding was minimal, it was still a problem that needed to be addressed quickly.

He needed to stop the bleeding, but how?

Suddenly, Hank remembered that he possessed a healing talent.

Using his talent to heal two small wounds shouldn't be difficult, right?

But the key question was, how did he use it?

Hank thought for a moment and quickly opened the game panel.

With so many people participating in this survival challenge, he could just ask someone.

Hank scanned the five sections and finally tapped on the Regional Channel.

10001 Survival Channel: (3999|4000)

Eddie Drumpf: Hey bros, how did you all get dragged into this mess? I just spat on the ground and got sentenced to 2000 years. Talk about injustice!

Wally Cox: You think that's bad? I'm the real victim here.

Eddie Drumpf: What were you sentenced for?

Wally Cox: My little dick is too magnificent, so the System sentenced me to 1000 years. Who can I even complain to?

Everyone: ...

Lou Yang: Dude, can you be a little more humble?

Wally Cox: I'm already being very humble.

Lou Yang: So how long is your little dick?

Wally Cox: Thirty centimeters at its peak. 11.81 inches.

Jeff Johnson: Holy shit!

Lou Yang: You think you're a donkey or something? Stop bragging!

Wally Cox: Believe it or not, I've got the goods to back it up.

Kana Momonogi: This island is terrifying. Even the ants attack people. I'm so scared. Can anyone protect me?

Peter Young: There's a Japanese girl here?

Wally Cox: Ms. Momonogi, it's been a while since I've seen your new work. I miss it!

Kana Momonogi: We've all been transmigrated, can we talk about something serious?

Charles Strong: I'd love to protect you, but I'm afraid I'm not strong enough. You'll have to fend for yourself.

Kana Momonogi: Sob... Is there really no one who can protect me? I'll give him special services...

Stan Strong (licking his lips): What kind of special services?

Kana Momonogi: You know.

Lee Lightman: Each island has four survivors. Can't you just ask them for help?

Kana Momonogi: The other three are also girls, and just as helpless as I am...

Lee Lightman: Too bad I'm not on your island. Otherwise, I'd definitely protect you all fiercely.

Sue Lynn: Each survival zone has 4000 survivors, right? Why does our zone only have 3999?

Wally Cox: That guy's already dead.

Sue Lynn: What? We just got here. How did he die already?

Wally Cox: He was on my island. He went to the beach to catch crabs earlier. He didn't catch any crabs, but he got dragged into the sea by a giant sea turtle.

Sue Lynn: Sea turtles eat people? This world is too dangerous.

Yua Mikami: Forget sea turtles, even the mosquitoes on the island are eyeing us hungrily. Everyone be careful. Don't leave your shelters at night. It'll be bad if you get targeted by those giant mosquitoes.

Lou Yang: By the way, what talents did you all awaken?

Wally Cox: I awakened earth control. I can use soil to create traps, earth spikes, and stuff like that.

Sue Lynn: Wow! That's an awesome talent.

Stan Strong: Awesome my ass. It's nothing compared to my talent.

Wally Cox: What's your talent?

Stan Strong: Transformation!

Sue Lynn: Can you explain it in more detail?

Stan Strong: I can transform into a giant gorilla. Once I transform, my strength, agility, and defense will all be doubled!

Lou Yang: That's just average. It's still lacking compared to my talent.

Charles Strong: Doubling three attributes is insane! How is that average? What's your talent?

Lou Yang: Gas Blast!

Lee Lightman: Is Gas Blast a type of bomb? Can you release bombs?

Lou Yang: Not real bombs. To put it simply, it's a blast of air created when I fart.

Everyone: ...

They initially thought it was some amazing talent.

Who knew it was just farting!

Who can't fart?

What kind of talent is that?!

Lou Yang: Don't underestimate my talent. I tested it out earlier. I farted and snapped a sapling in half - just how strong is that?!