Rebuilding Civilization on a Deserted Island

Li Feng, 42, is 870,000 yuan in debt after his business failed. His wife spends all day losing money at mahjong and cheating on him. Worst of all, when he catches her in the act, she shoves him down the stairs. He transmigrates on the spot.

He wakes up on a primitive island, where people actually use shells as money! Even more absurdly, these natives only dive for shells during the sacrificial season. They have no idea there are enough shells in the deep sea to pave the roads. Li Feng can’t help laughing in disbelief: Is heaven itself serving me a meal on a silver platter?

He makes a diving mask and a breathing tube out of bamboo. While everyone else can hold their breath for only a few dozen seconds, he can stay underwater for half an hour. He can pick up white, yellow, and red shells as he pleases, and nobody fights him for the purple shells in the deep sea. Others treat shells like their most precious possessions; he uses them to build walls for fun.

He opens a shell bank, plays with financial leverage, and monopolizes trade across the three regions. The islanders are dumbfounded: “Is this outsider the sea god’s illegitimate son?” The city lord’s daughter, the female head of a merchant guild, the female war goddess of the northern region... one after another, they’re all won over by his outrageous schemes. But this world isn’t so simple. The black pearl shells conceal the secrets of an ancient civilization, the previous transmigrator died after being betrayed, and the mastermind behind it all is keeping an eye on him.

“Other people get a System when they’re reborn. I, Li Feng, got ahead by scavenging junk... No, wait, by collecting shells.”