"70% chance of being edible. Recommend trying a small amount."
The System displayed that line and then vanished. It gave him no food, no water, and wouldn't even help him light a fire.
The cruise ship broke apart, and Chen Ye washed up on a deserted island with nothing but a piece of broken wood beside him.
Other people's Systems gave them whatever they wanted. His only drew up blueprints and reported probabilities. Everything else was up to his own two hands.
Fine, then. He'd rely on his own hands.
On the first night, he shivered with hypothermia in a leaky shack. On the seventh day, he weathered a storm with a smoldering charcoal fire and salvaged his first storage unit from the beach. On the tenth day, he chipped out a stone knife, bringing the age of bare hands to an end.
Three months later, he had a permanent base that could withstand typhoons. A year later, he had built a self-sustaining civilization covering the entire island.
He wouldn't rely on rescue or wait for fate to intervene. He would be the master of this island.
