The project he had been working on for six months was snatched away by his boss Wang Hao. His girlfriend of five years turned around and held Wang Hao's arm. A cup of scalding coffee poured on Lin Feng's chest, calling him a low-level trash from an orphanage who was not even worthy of carrying someone's shoes.
Lin Feng couldn't bear it. He wanted to use the bonus to pay the heating bill for the orphanage and buy the promised floral dress for seven-year-old Yaya.
But the next second, the sky fell.
The world's land sunk, and 8 billion people were thrown into the wasteland sea: the high temperature of 40 degrees during the day caused the skin to burst, and the cold wave of minus 40 degrees at night turned the people into ice sculptures. There were also man-eating sea monsters and corrosive acid rain. Survival became the only luxury hope.
While everyone was struggling in the sea holding broken boards, Lin Feng activated the [Supreme Sign-in Island System]:
Devour a board and expand the territory by 0.2 Square meters;
Devour a pirate ship and directly upgrade the Black Iron Island;
Once the aura of hundred-fold growth opens, the planted apple seeds will be filled with red fruits in ten minutes, and a hundred liters of spiritual spring water will emerge from the freshwater spring every day.
Wang Hao held a broken wooden board and kowtowed in the water, calling his grandfather to get on the boat. His ex-girlfriend held up a brand-name bag and asked for a sip of fresh water. His colleagues who had been watching indifferently knelt down and asked to sign the deed of sale.
Lin Feng stepped on the edge of the stone wall, pointing the heavy repeating crossbow at the sea with an expressionless expression on his face: "You said I was a bottom-class trash before? Now, I have the final say on my island."
A pirate group is invading? A beam of light from the psychic defense tower evaporated directly into ashes.
Other island owners jointly suppress? I monopolize the fresh water and food in the entire sea area, and you kneel down and beg me to sell my goods.
The bonfire crackled in the extremely gloomy night. Lin Feng rubbed the peeling plastic ring given by Yaya on his ring finger and looked at the expanding island under his feet.
