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

A cruise ship goes down, leaving Qin Yang, a low-level security guard, and eighteen stunning beauties stranded on a deserted island.

The supermodels, celebrated singers, movie stars, and heiresses who were used to being treated like royalty still thought they were little fairies on the island. 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. Otherwise, all it takes is one word from me, and you'll never get back on your feet."

"Make him work during the day, then send him away at night so he can't try anything with us."

"Being washed up on a deserted island with a bunch of little fairies like us is a blessing your ancestors have been building up for eighteen generations, Qin Yang."

Faced with the beauties' delusions of grandeur, no, with a bunch of total idiots, Qin Yang laughed in exasperation, turned around, and left. Drawing on the wilderness survival skills he'd learned in the army, he became a "desert island superman" and the "emperor of the Pacific."

While the women tore into each other over a single sour wild fruit, Qin Yang had a roast rabbit over his campfire and chicken soup simmering in a pot.

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

In the end, the women knelt before Qin Yang one after another, begging him over and over. "Qin Yang, no, Brother Qin, Daddy Qin, please give me something to eat. I'll do anything!"

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

And it seemed that some of the eighteen women were hiding secrets of their own.