A sudden shipwreck swept the urban white-collar Hua Zi into the endless whirlpool deep in the Pacific Ocean. When I opened my eyes again, all that was left in the world was the scorching sun, the beach, and the roaring primitive jungle. No systems, no teammates, just a rusty sapper shovel snatched from the wreckage of a sunken ship.
Here, fresh water is more precious than gold, and fire is a matter of life and death. He wove traps out of vines, sharpened his knives out of shells, and searched for directions among the tides and stars. However, on this seemingly dead island, the roar of unknown creatures can be heard at night, and the depths of the jungle seem to hide relics that do not belong to this era...
When survival becomes a cruel game with humanity, the unknown, and nature, can you hold on to the last bottom line of humanity in the dark night of despair?
