Island Immigrants Are No Mere Humans

He Yan transmigrates to another world with an all-purpose female secretary and a dilapidated immigration office.

His secretary is fair-skinned, beautiful, and icy. And the people who come to inquire at the immigration office aren't human.

The first batch of immigrants, a crew of skeleton pirates, lies sunk outside the island's harbor. No landing without permission.

The second batch, zombie farmers, sweat stinkily as they work. Their sweat is the perfect fertilizer for crops, and they work year-round, yielding a harvest every month.

The third batch, ghost seamstresses, are all experts at weaving and sewing clothes.

The fourth batch, the fifth batch: every batch is reliable.

The sixth batch, the seventh batch... every one of them is a great help.

"Island Lord, your island has become a famous agricultural supply hub far and wide. Many people from other islands want to settle here." His secretary pushes up her gold-rimmed glasses.

He Yan looks over the monsters and demons on his island. "I refuse."

Accepting humans is nowhere near as fun as bringing in all kinds of strange immigrants. He Yan only wants to keep his secret and quietly make a fortune...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.