All of humanity transmigrates in an instant to a world of isolated islands. Each person starts with an island and a survival manual.
The manual allows people to chat and trade, and a random supply crate appears on each island every day.
What others get: a bottle of water, a small knife, and a piece of bread.
What I get: a critical hit! Ten times the purified water, a fine-steel machete, and ten servings of field rations.
While everyone else is still worrying about fresh water, his critical-hit talent has quietly leveled up.
“Today’s critical-hit chance +1%. Critical-hit multiplier cap unlocked: 20x.”
After landing ten critical hits in one day, he owns the first steel fishing boat on the island.
While the chat channel is tearing itself apart over a piece of bread, he quietly posts a trade offer: “Fresh fish for rare blueprints. Plenty to go around.”
One day, a girl who calmly analyzes supply data appears in the manual’s chatroom. He messages her privately: “Want to team up? I’ll provide the supplies, you provide the brains.”
Later, when hurricanes sweep in, pirates attack, and giant deep-sea beasts emerge…
Everyone discovers in horror that the man who always smiles when opening crates has already built an ark for the apocalypse.
