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

This made him relax his vigilance slightly, but he still maintained his regular head tilting to observe.

...

I don't know how much time has passed, but the outline of the shipwreck is becoming clearer and clearer.

Only after getting closer did Aoyama realize that the ship was much larger than it appeared from the shore.

Its hull is about 60 or 70 meters long.

The ship is tilted at about 30 degrees into the seabed, with the superstructure above the water, but most of the cabins below the deck are submerged.

"Hopefully something good will come."

Qingshan circled around to the side of the ship and found a relatively intact porthole.

The window glass was shattered, leaving only a ring of jagged fragments around the edge.

He reached out and grabbed the window frame, using it to rise to the surface. Then, stepping on the exposed metal hull of the ship, he climbed onto the sloping deck.

"Someone?"

Aoyama slowed his pace because he heard some sounds.

Those were voices coming from inside the cabin, with a kind of suppressed, hoarse rhythm.

Qingshan did not rush into the cabin.

He first squatted on the sloping deck and observed the surrounding environment.

After confirming that no other people or creatures were nearby, they slowly moved toward the entrance to the cabin.

The cabin door was half-open, and Qingshan squeezed in sideways. Inside was a narrow, dimly lit corridor.

The sound came from deep within the corridor.

"...Where's the food? Where's the dry rations you promised yesterday?"

"I haven't eaten for three days... Please, give me something..."

"Shut up! If you keep yelling, I'll throw you all into the sea!"

Qingshan leaned against the wall at the corner of the corridor, tilting his head slightly to look in the direction from which the sound came.

It was a relatively spacious cabin, probably the area where the crew rested.

There were fifteen people inside, huddled in a corner of the cabin, their faces haggard, their clothes tattered, and their eyes empty and numb.

They were all so thin that their cheeks were sunken and their lips were chapped.

Three men were standing in the center of the cabin.

What they had in common was that they were all burly, had thick beards, and had cold, wary eyes.

The leader had a fire axe tucked into his waistband, while the other two held an iron pipe and a hunting knife in their hands, respectively.

Several empty cans were scattered at their feet, and food wrappers were strewn haphazardly on the ground.

The man with the iron pipe spoke, looking at the group of survivors: "Boss, these people are getting more and more disobedient."

"Should we kill a couple more to establish our authority?"

"It's a waste of energy, just let them go hungry."

The man in the lead spat and kicked an empty can at his feet with the tip of his shoe.

"They'll stop crying when they're too hungry to move."

"Anyway, the supplies on the ship are enough for the three of us to last for a while. Once the wind and waves calm down in a few days, we'll find a chance to leave here."

"What should we do with these people?"

Why do you care what they do?

"After we leave, they can live however they want."

Qingshan leaned against the wall, listening to the conversation, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Three people are controlling fifteen survivors who have been starved to the point of weakness.

They monopolized the supplies on the ship, and these people have been imprisoned here for a long time.

The numbness of being under the dual pressure of fear and hunger for a long time was almost overflowing from their eyes.

"Moreover, both his mental and physical strength are nearing their limits..."

He didn't rush to make a move.

Aoyama's hand reached for the composite bow behind his back.

But after thinking about it, he released his bow arm.

"Let's use a knife instead."

The best approach is to quickly get close and deal with the one with the axe, then take care of the other two.

He also noticed a detail.

Although the man in the lead was speaking, his gaze kept glancing towards the passageway on one side of the cabin.

The door was half-open, and a warm yellow light shone through, as if someone lived inside.

"There is a fourth person."

Although he possessed the ability to kill them in an instant, Aoyama did not alert the enemy and continued to act cautiously.

He moved silently down the corridor and circled around to the other side of the cabin.

Looking through a broken porthole, he confirmed that the room in the passageway was a small crew cabin.

Inside was a bed, a metal cabinet piled with supplies, and a tall, thin man dozing on the bed.

Next to him was a crossbow... the kind used for aiming at fish?

Four.

Aoyama looked away and reassessed the situation.

Four adult males were placed in two adjacent spaces, three in the outer cabin and one in the inner cabin.

The three men in the outer cabin were positioned relatively far apart. The man in the lead stood in the center of the cabin, the one holding the iron pipe was near the left door, and the one holding the hunting knife was leaning against the right wall.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

He took a deep breath.

Then it moved.

With the added advantage of his superhuman strength, his speed, while not as fast as a dinosaur, was far faster than that of an ordinary person.

The moment he slipped out from around the corner of the corridor, he had already locked onto the leader wielding the axe.

The other person had their back to him.

The three-meter distance took him less than half a second to cover.

Before the leader could even turn his head, Qingshan's hand had already gripped his wrist, which was holding the axe.

The cracking sound of bones shattering echoed in the cabin, and the leader let out a piercing scream.

"what--!!!!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Qingshan finished off his opponent with a single strike.

"what?"

Upon hearing the sound, the man whirled around, staring in shock at the unknown face before him, and hurled the iron pipe at Qingshan.

Qingshan did not dodge.

He grabbed the iron pipe with his backhand, and with a pull and a tug, the burly man lost his balance and crashed into him. Qingshan dodged to the side and slashed the back of the man's neck with his knife.

"Where did this person come from...?"

The burly man groaned and collapsed to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

The man with the hunting knife reacts the fastest.

He rushed over the instant Qingshan caught the iron pipe, the tip of his knife aimed straight at Qingshan's ribs.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Qingshan didn't say anything, but dodged the blade by turning to the side and suddenly swung his right arm out.

His palm struck the back of the other's hand holding the knife, the force sending the hunting knife flying from the other's hand. The knife spun and embedded itself in the wooden partition in the ceiling, its end still humming.

"Are you kidding me?!"

The man's eyes widened instantly, but before he could make a second move, Qingshan was already upon him.

He swayed twice, then collapsed softly to the ground.

"There's one more."

It only took Qingshan a few seconds to rush out from the corner of the corridor.

Three adult men thus withdrew from the biosphere.

"You'd better die!!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

The survivors, huddled in the corner of the cabin, emitted suppressed screams and gasps.

Several men even tried to stand up, but their legs gave way and they fell back down.

After the cheers subsided, they stared in horror at the boy in front of them, soaking wet and wearing a school uniform.

Because right behind this boy lay the corpses of those three fierce-looking men.

"..."

Qingshan ignored them.

He picked up the fire axe from the ground and strode towards the half-open passageway door.

As he pushed open the door, the tall, thin man inside had already woken up.

He heard the commotion in the outer cabin and frantically grabbed the fish crossbow from the bed.

But before he could raise the crossbow and aim, Qingshan appeared in front of him.

"Damn it! How could there be other people hiding on the ship?"

"Who exactly are you?!"

Qingshan stepped on the crossbow arm with one foot, and raised and lowered the axe with the other.

A headless body fell to the ground.

Qingshan looked down at the crossbow and then at the supplies scattered on the bed.

Four.

He also took the fish crossbow, stepped over the unconscious man, and left the room.

The outer cabin remained deathly silent. The survivors huddled in a corner, looking at him with eyes filled with fear, confusion, and a glimmer of hope.

No one spoke; it was as if their words were stuck in their throats.

“…”

Aoyama glanced at them, then turned and left, heading to other cabins to search for usable supplies.

He showed no intention of communicating with the survivors.

Because his purpose in coming here was clear from the beginning.

"Search for available supplies, then return to the beach."

As for the others, may they have good luck.

Not long after, he found a locker in the outer cabin, which contained several kitchen knives, a few aluminum rice bowls, and a stack of paper cups.

What pleased him most was the fire axe in his hand.

"The grip is sturdy, and although the blade is a bit dull, it's well-maintained and more suitable for chopping than a machete."

He tucked the axe into his waistband, picked out two sharp kitchen knives, wrapped them with strips of cloth, and put them into the backpack he had found.