We're Stranded on a Desert Island, and You Still Want to Play the Little Fairy?

A cruise ship is wrecked, leaving Qin Yang, a low-ranking security guard, stranded on a deserted island with eighteen stunning beauties.

Back home, they were top models, celebrated singers, famous actresses, and heiresses who had always looked down on everyone. Even on a deserted island, they still thought of themselves as little goddesses, and every one of them wanted to treat Qin Yang like a dog and order him around.

"Qin Yang, get out there and find us food right now, or I can ruin your life with a single word."

"Make him work during the day, then tell him to get lost at night, so he can't get any ideas about us."

"Being washed up on a deserted island with a group of little goddesses like us is a blessing your ancestors have spent eighteen generations earning, Qin Yang."

Faced with the little goddesses' delusions, no, the idiots' arrogance, Qin Yang laughed in exasperation and turned away. Drawing on the many wilderness survival skills he'd learned in the military, he became a "desert island superhero" and ruled as the "emperor of the Pacific."

While the women fought over a single sour wild fruit, Qin Yang had rabbit roasting over his fire and chicken soup simmering in a pot.

While the women shivered in the freezing rain, Qin Yang lay on warm animal skins, wondering whether to have grilled pork ribs or beggar's chicken for a late-night snack.

In the end, the women came to kneel before Qin Yang one by one, begging him, "Qin Yang, no, Brother Qin, Daddy Qin, please give me something to eat. I'll do anything!"

He'd thought having eighteen fairies share one husband would be the end of it, but then a terrifying force suddenly appeared on the island.

And it seemed that a few of the eighteen women were hiding something, too.