Stranded on an Island, Forced to Cultivate Immortality

After watching his unrequited love, the person who had killed him, breathe his last right in front of him, Weng Shu closed his eyes in contentment too.

He never expected to wake up again, only to be kidnapped by an island-survival game and transported to a deserted island.

The island was surrounded by sea, with no animals or edible plants. Everything had to be built from scratch.

The other players in the chatroom were all cultivators from different sects. They had entered a trial in a secret realm left behind by the strongest sword cultivator in history, while alive, and then been brought here.

Though they had died once and their cultivation had been reset to zero, they hadn't forgotten what they had learned.

The alchemists started selling pills.

The swordsmiths started selling weapons.

The fortune tellers set up stalls to read fortunes.

Some even started selling their sects' cultivation manuals.

Weng Shu: So tempting... but I can't afford any of it.

Then he acquired the hunting skill and caught a ghost. From that moment on, everything changed.

The game's thirty-day beginner period flew by. The island began to have distinct seasons and suffer natural disasters. Its native inhabitants began settling there, and they started defending it against invasions from Ghost Island.

Weng Shu looked at the flower spirits working in the fields, the rabbit spirits playing in the streets, the fox spirits dozing on rooftops, and the blindfolded ghost in white beside him, and fell into deep thought.

How had he turned an island survival game into a parade of a hundred ghosts?

And this Ghost Island that's coming to invade, does it even have more ghosts than his island?

Other players: "Boss, please take our stuff, then send a few ghosts over to help us. We're begging you QAQ"

Illustration by Style Jun

Theme: My fate is mine to decide, not Heaven's.