The South Pacific. A luxury cruise ship runs aground and sinks.
When twenty-three-year-old Chen Liang wakes up, he finds himself washed ashore on an uninhabited island. A professional outdoor survival blogger, he has the only hope for the group in his backpack: a flint, an entrenching tool, and titanium tableware. Seven young women have washed ashore with him: an emergency-room doctor, a wealthy heiress, a gym owner, a beauty blogger, an office worker, a preschool teacher, and a high school senior who has just turned eighteen.
There’s also a twenty-five-year-old useless rich kid, wearing nothing but his underwear.
Some want to steal his gear, some doubt him because he’s too young, and some keep shouting, “Do you know who my dad is?” Chen Liang plants his entrenching tool in the sand, his knife flashing in the light, with a newly lit campfire behind him.
“If you want to live, do as I say. If you don’t, the sea’s right over there.”
Fresh water, fire, shelter. Beasts lurking deep in the jungle, a tender moment in a cave on a typhoon night, World War II relics in an abandoned base, and the stone the rich kid raises in the dark. From having nothing to becoming lord of the island, twenty-three-year-old Chen Liang uses his own hands and a body built of solid muscle to show everyone:
When survival is at stake, age and net worth are worthless. At six-foot-one, with near-perfect muscle definition and the South Pacific sunset as his backdrop, he is the island’s greatest law.
Seven lives, one island, one king.
By the time a rescue helicopter finally appears on the horizon, Chen Liang is two shades darker, with seven spirited women and one useless man kneeling in the sand behind him. His action camera holds a complete record of their seventy days of survival, enough to feed him for the rest of his life.
Later, he
