From the Start, Max-Level Luck: Leading the Whole Class in Wilderness Survival

On the first day after transmigrating, Chen Mo's luck stat was 100.5. All 480 students in his class were thrown onto a ruleless island. After five days without food, some began chewing tree bark. On the seventh day, someone strangled their deskmate over half a biscuit. Chen Mo drew at random, and Dian Wei, the ancient warrior known as the Evil Coming One; Huang Zhong, the divine archer; Hua Tuo, the miracle-working physician; Lu Ban, the master craftsman; and the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun all appeared behind him. But his camp had room for only thirty people. 480 people. Thirty places. “I'm no savior,” he said. Yet he gave everyone a wooden token. Each one bore a number, a name, work points, and a ladder to climb: servile status could be raised to outer-affiliate status, outer-affiliate status to affiliate status, and affiliate status to registered citizen. Nothing on this island came free, but there were things you could earn. Once, a man brought more than a hundred people to kill him. In the end, he knelt before the roster and asked, “When will I get a number?” When someone had no name on the register, Chen Mo carved their cause of death in its place: hunger, illness, injury, chopping, burning. Someone sawed off three fingers to build a boat, because “one of the people we bring back might be my little brother.” From surviving on a deserted island to crossing the sea to bring people home; from a single wall to a harbor; from thirty places to six thousand wooden tokens. He didn't save everyone all at once. He brought them out one by one.