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

"what?"

“I’m talking about…those who died outside.”

The voice inside the mountain lowered.

"Perhaps after hearing my story, they think exploring is easy..."

Ishizaki stopped talking.

Looking down at the wild vegetable soup in the bowl, a few specks of oil floated on the surface of the soup, reflecting a somewhat dazed expression.

three days ago.

Bringing back dinosaur eggs certainly caused an uproar throughout the entire First District.

That night, hundreds of people gathered at the entrance of the exchange counter.

Standing in the center of the crowd, Ishizaki felt elated as people called him "Ishizaki-nii" repeatedly, and he wished he could embellish the details of stealing the eggs ten times over.

"Right next to that dinosaur's nest, there were bones! Such huge bones!"

"I ran with the egg in my arms, and the mother dragon chased after me for a full two kilometers!"

"Or maybe I can run fast..."

In reality, the mother dragon didn't chase at all.

But who cares?

That night, at least twenty teams were assembled in the canteen and sheds.

The human figure was suppressed for three days like a volcano, and then it erupted completely.

"If Ayanokoji can do it, why can't I?"

"Yes! Isn't it the exploration zone? Many hands make light work!"

"I'm going tomorrow! I'm going to earn enough points to exchange for a Mutant Horse!"

Kenta squatted at the gate of the fence, watching the excited transmigrators whose faces were flushed, and felt a strong urge to join them.

He grabbed Yamamoto's sleeve.

"Uncle Yamamoto, shall we go too?"

Yamamoto shook him off.

"Go to hell! What's the point of being in charge? Guard the outpost!"

"Can…"

"No way!"

Kenta pursed his lips and said nothing more.

But he made up his mind that when he had a day off, he would definitely go out with those exploration teams.

Yamamoto stood in the shadows outside the medical tent, watching the eager people in the cafeteria with a blank expression.

Akiko Tanaka came out of the medical tent to pour water, and then sighed.

"Aren't you going to try and persuade them?"

"Persuade?"

"I advise you not to go and die."

Akiko Tanaka's voice carried a hint of weariness.

"The man who broke his arm yesterday has a fever again this morning."

"I don't have enough medicine here, I can't last more than a few days."

Yamamoto did not answer.

He just stared at those excited, greedy, fearful, and expectant faces, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at a set of data.

"Even if I tell you, you won't listen."

"..."

"There is nothing wrong with exploration itself."

Yamamoto turned his head and looked towards the dense forest.

"The cost was underestimated."

"cost?"

"Cost of life".

the next day.

Before dawn, seven or eight teams, totaling forty or fifty people, had gathered at the entrance of the stronghold.

Carrying a wicker basket, a wooden spear, and a stone knife, his face showed a mixture of tension and excitement.

Some people even drew patterns on their faces with charcoal to "enhance their imposing presence."

"First team, head east!"

"Second team, follow me north!"

"The third team..."

Ishizaki stood by the fence, watching the people rush out of the base, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

“Kiyotaka…” He turned to look at Ayanokoji.

Ayanokoji leaned against the fence, a blade of grass in her hand, her gaze sweeping indifferently over the receding figures.

"Did it come with water?"

"It seems like I didn't bring much."

Do you know how to treat a wound?

Ishizaki fell silent.

Ayanokoji threw the grass stalks on the ground.

"I will come back."

"Probably some?"

Three days later.

The first group of people to return consisted of only two people.

He came back from the east, covered in mud and blood.

One of them carried the other on his back, staggered to the entrance of the stronghold, and knelt down on the ground.

"Help...help!"

The sentry at the gate of the fence blew his whistle.

Kenta was the first to rush out, and when he saw the two men, their faces had turned pale.

"Quick, call her Aunt Qiu!"

Inside the medical tent, Akiko Tanaka was busy for the entire afternoon.

The person who was carried back had lost his left leg below the knee; the wound was haphazardly wrapped with torn strips of cloth and soaked in blood.

The other one was slightly better, but completely mentally broken.

He squatted in the corner of the medical tent, holding his head, and kept talking.

"...I...I shouldn't have gone..."

"That thing, that thing is too fast!"

"It bit Old Zhao... I didn't even have time to run away..."

Akiko Tanaka gave him a bowl of calming herbal medicine, and he gradually calmed down, curling up in the corner and falling asleep.

When Akiko Tanaka came out, Ayanokoji was standing at the door.

"How is it?" Ayanokoji asked.

Akiko Tanaka shook her head.

"I can't save my leg."

"Another mental health issue, which I cannot cure."

Ayanokoji remained silent for a moment.

"You ran into them?"

"A group of velociraptors."

Akiko Tanaka spoke in a low voice.

"Eight people went out, and the two in the front were tackled to the ground on the spot."

"The rest of the people ran, and they got scattered."

"The two bastards hid in a pit all night."

Ayanokoji didn't say anything.

Chapter 341: The losses are devastating, how can we explain this to Lord Qingshan and the Second Miss?

On the fifth day, more teams returned.

However, the situation is not optimistic.

Three of the ten-man team from the north returned.

Two of the seven-man team from the south returned.

However, they brought back some supplies.

A few tin cans, a rusty knife, but the price – five lives.

The twelve-man team on the west side, four of them returned.

The original captain, a young man named Fujiwara, was stung more than a dozen times by the mutated wasps. His face was swollen beyond recognition, and his eyes were reduced to slits, making it difficult for him to speak clearly.

"That beehive...it's as big as a cow..."

"I...I only want some honey..."

"..."

He survived outside; he's lucky to be alive.

But there was also the fortunate one who received the pardon.

On the fifth day, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the stronghold.

"Back! Back! The fifth team is back!"

The crowd surged toward the fence.

Team 5 was the team that was initially considered the most promising.

The team leader is a strong man named Kuroda, a member of the Self-Defense Forces. He is physically strong and has experience in wilderness survival.

I took fifteen people with me and headed northeast, the same route I took last time on Ayakoji Road.

Fifteen people went out, and nine came back.

They brought back a large amount of supplies.

Compressed biscuits, canned goods, medicine, and even a hunting rifle and three boxes of ammunition.

"A hunting rifle?!"

The crowd at the redemption counter exploded.

Kuroda stood in front of the exchange counter, covered in mud and with a deep scratch on his face, but he seemed to be in good spirits.

"I found it in a cave."

His voice was rough, carrying a weariness of surviving a disaster.