Comic strip: Survival on a deserted island, surrounded by heroines

Comic strip: Survival on a deserted island, surrounded by heroines

Author: Zha Cha

Introduction:

Good news: Qingshan has traveled through time, and her classmate is a beautiful girl.

Bad news: The school bus plunged off a cliff and was transported a second time to an unknown wilderness.

Good news: You are what you eat.

Aoyama: "The power of an ant, the vision of an owl, the physique of a bear, the regeneration of a salamander... I have everything I need now!"

"Wait, what the heck is that Tyrannosaurus Rex over there?"

...

Izumi Sagiri: "Ugh~, this is way too high in protein..."

Yukino: "Aoyama-kun, please save my mother..."

Ran Mouri: "Aoyama-kun, let's protect everyone together!"

Saeko Busujima: "This place is simply paradise!"

Chapter 1: Being young is great, you can fall asleep as soon as you lie down.

"Where is this?"

Aoyama struggled to prop himself up, a dull pain shooting through the back of his head, as if he'd been hit with a hammer, accompanied by a sharp ringing in his ears.

In the field of vision were twisted and deformed metal frames, the roof of the school bus had been completely flipped over, and shattered windows were scattered all over the ground, reflecting a blinding light in the dappled sunlight.

The air was thick with the smell of gasoline and fish, mixed with something else that was even more unsettling.

That's the smell of blood.

"..."

Qingshan slowly turned his head.

He saw Watanabe.

The boy who always loved to argue about baseball scores during breaks was now hanging in a bizarre position on the broken chair, his body bent at an angle that no human could possibly achieve.

A wave of nausea washed over him, but Qingshan forcefully suppressed the urge to vomit.

"Being young is great, you can fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow..."

He forced himself to look away, trying to calm his rapid breathing.

Then he saw another figure slowly sitting up fifty meters away.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha".

She woke up a few minutes later than Aoyama, and was now staring blankly at the horrific scene around her with her red eyes.

Her face was almost transparently white, and her lips trembled slightly, but when she met Qingshan's gaze, she bit her lower lip and swallowed the scream back.

"...It seems we weren't among the dead." Kasumigaoka stumbled as she stood up and grabbed onto a leaning tree trunk for support.

Her school uniform skirt was ripped open, revealing her fair thigh with a streak of blood on it.

Aoyama didn't reply. He stood up and began to survey the scattered wreckage.

His steps were steady, and his breathing gradually returned to normal, as if the nauseating scene had not affected him at all.

Aoyama knew very well what the most crucial thing was right now.

It wasn't crying, it wasn't fear, it wasn't even sadness.

"We have to find a way to survive."

After all, he's a man who's watched all of Bear Grylls, Dave Dee, and Jeremy Ward's outdoor shows!

As a transmigrator who has lived in this world for eighteen years, he knows very well that this is a slice-of-life anime world.

After all, among his classmates were Kasumigaoka Utaha and Mouri Ran... and there were also some familiar old acquaintances next door.

"Ran Mouri did not participate in this school-organized outdoor trip."

"Is this what they mean by turning misfortune into blessing?"

Without much thought, he found a thermos under a bunch of twisted luggage racks. He unscrewed the lid, and the inside of the cup was scalding dry, without a trace of water.

But the cup body was intact, and the sealing ring was not damaged.

"It's a pity there's no water." Qingshan sighed and stuffed it into a schoolbag that was half-buried in the mud next to him.

Then came the paper and pen.

Several notebooks were crushed and deformed, one of which was blank. There were also two ballpoint pens, one of which had a broken nib, while the other could still write.

He put them all away.

Then he found three more loaves of bread.

Wrapped in plastic and flattened, but without any blood on it.

"What are you looking for?" Kasumigaoka appeared behind him at some point, her voice much lower than usual, her usual languidness and nonchalance mostly gone.

Without turning his head, Qingshan said, "Things that can be used."

What do you have there?

Kasumigaoka was silent for a few seconds, then Aoyama heard her rummaging through the clutter.

After a while, she came over and opened her palms.

A cell phone with its screen shattered into a spiderweb pattern, a silver lighter, and... an unopened box of condoms.

Kasumigaoka stared at the box for a moment, her lips twitching, but she still handed it over: "It fell off the luggage rack, I don't know whose it is."

Aoyama first took the lighter and tried to light it.

The flames rose, orange-red, and steady.

"it is good!"

Aoyama's eyes lit up, and he put it into the side pocket of his backpack.

Then he picked up the box of condoms and examined it carefully. The thin plastic packaging was intact and undamaged.

"What a wonderful thing!" he said, his voice filled with genuine joy.

The only thing that Aoyama found regrettable was that the condoms were too small.

After all, it's very big.

Kasumigaoka raised an eyebrow.

Even in this environment, her beautiful face still wore its signature, slightly mocking expression: "In a place like this... you really have refined tastes."

"What, want to fall into depravity before turning into a savage?"

"Or are you saying you can even... when you're facing a bunch of corpses?"

"Well, in the wild, condoms are more useful than you think," Qingshan interrupted her without changing his expression.

"If used to hold water, one can hold about one liter, and it has a good seal."

"Bandaging wounds, keeping them dry, making slingshots, even starting a fire... those things you're thinking about are actually the least important."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes widened slightly, then she turned her head away, a slight smile curving her lips: "...You really know a lot."

"This kind of knowledge, high school students usually don't go out of their way to learn, right?"

"Just watching more documentaries." Aoyama stuffed the condom into his backpack and zipped it up.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

The school bus overturned off a cliff beside a highway, but was caught by the dense canopy of trees, which cushioned some of the impact.

Otherwise, they would not have been able to survive at all.

The surrounding area is a typical primeval forest, with towering ancient trees entwined with vines and towering canopies that block out the sun, allowing only slivers of sunlight to filter through the gaps.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of humus, which felt soft and fluffy underfoot and emitted a damp, musty smell.

The air was stuffy and hot, with a suffocatingly high humidity, like being immersed in warm water.

"This environment isn't very good."

At this moment, Kasumigaoka Utaha's forehead was already beaded with sweat, which slid down her cheeks and dripped onto her pale pink lips.

She unconsciously licked it, then frowned.

She asked, "How long were we unconscious?"

Looking up at the sky through the tree canopy, one sees the green hills.

The sunlight is pointing westward, but the angle makes it impossible to determine the exact time.

"do not know."

“But someone outside should have already discovered the school bus is missing.” He paused. “If they can find the location of this road.”

“…”

After all, island nations are notoriously slow in providing aid.

Thinking of this, the two fell silent.

In this dense, primeval forest, a school bus that has fallen off a cliff is completely invisible from the road.

"Besides us... is there anyone else?" Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice softened slightly.

Qingshan did not answer.

He had already confirmed it when he was inspecting the wreckage.

All the students, including the driver, had no vital signs.

He didn't say it aloud, but Kasumigaoka Utaha understood the answer from his silence.

She took a deep breath, lowered her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled twice.

Then she said, "Those corpses...won't they decompose?"

“Mm.” Aoyama nodded.

"It's hot and humid here, and it will start to smell bad by tomorrow morning at the latest, which will attract scavengers."

He glanced at Kasumigaoka Utaha and said, "We can't stay here."

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded, surprisingly without refutation.

She took off her school uniform jacket and draped it over her arm, leaving only her white shirt underneath: "Let's go. Since you know so much, you lead the way."

Qingshan bent down and picked up a steel bar that had fallen to the ground.

It is about half a meter long, with one end broken off at an irregularly sharp point, like a rough saw blade.

He held it in his hand, weighed it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Stay close to me." With that, Aoyama strode into the forest.

Hiking through the primeval forest is more physically demanding than you might imagine.

The ground was covered with tangled tree roots and moss-covered vegetation, and you could slip or fall into a hole covered with decaying leaves at any moment.

The dense thickets and drooping vines required almost every meter to be parted by hand.

"Slap slap!"

Aoyama walked ahead, using a steel bar to split the branches blocking his way. The blade made a crisp sound as it cut through the thick vines, and clear sap seeped from the cut.

Kasumigaoka Utaha followed behind him, no more than two steps away.

She initially tried to maintain an elegant gait, but was quickly defeated by the complex terrain with its potholes.

She had to be careful to avoid the ferns with their serrated edges, but she still got scratched on her bare calves by the sharp branches several times.

"Hiss—!" She gasped, glancing down at the new bloodstain on her calf.