"It's him!"
Roger was shocked, but after what happened last night, he quickly calmed down. Then, he pretended to be sleepy, got out of bed, and opened the door.
The door was half-open. Roger rubbed his eyes. He pretended to be sleepy, but his eyes were looking at the man in front of him through the gaps between his fingers.
"The weather changed a little last night. I think there might be a storm soon."
The man in front of him said slowly, as if he was testing something.
"At night?"
Roger muttered casually, but there was no flaw in his expression. "Don't worry, sir. I've already fixed the wooden house. There shouldn't be any problems."
Roger blocked the door with his body and answered.
The man nodded and didn't seem to intend to pursue the matter. "Pay more attention."
He pulled a broken piece of net from his shoulder. "You can't always eat dry food. You can try your luck nearby and see if you can catch fish."
Hearing this, Roger was shocked. He suddenly realized that although he was lucky enough to get away last night, the footprints he left on the beach after going ashore were very clear. If he wanted to check …
"What's wrong?"
Although he tried his best to hide it, Roger's expression still showed some abnormality, which was noticed by the man in front of him.
"Oh, nothing. I've never done such a thing before …" Roger pretended to be depressed.
The expression on the man's face changed slightly, and there seemed to be a flash of pity in his eyes. From his point of view, the thin boy in front of him could barely be considered a child.
Maybe he was overthinking it.
"If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me. If you have time …"
"I might be able to guide you."
The man left these words. Before he left, he hesitated for a moment and said, "You don't have to call me sir. You can call me Kant."
Roger watched the man named Kant leave. Although he knew the man's name, the relationship between the two seemed to have become more harmonious.
However, not only did he not feel relaxed, but his heart was heavy because what he saw last night had overturned his previous worldview.
"There really are monsters in this world."
"Maybe there are also extraordinary powers."
He didn't have time to eat. He changed his clothes and ran to the beach as fast as he could.
However, when he arrived at the beach, Roger found that the rising tide last night had cleaned up the traces on the shore. When he got close to the island, the traces were no longer very obvious.
"Did he find out?"
Roger was also confused about this.
"Let's take it one step at a time. Right now, the most important thing is to improve my own strength. Only when I have the strength to protect myself will I have time to consider other things."
He was shocked by his sudden burst of killing intent last night. No matter what, this man had saved him, but at that time, when he was faced with a possible danger, he did not hesitate to choose to meet force with force.
Based on Roger's past personality, this was truly inconceivable. "Could it be that the original owner of this body was an extreme fellow?"
Shaking his head, he drove the messy thoughts out of his mind. Since he had come to the seaside, he would try to fish in the water.
The result was needless to say.
Nothing was found.
After leaving the seaside, Roger began to explore the entire island again. He had already used up all the herbs he had collected the first time. If he wanted to train, he would have to remix them.
Most of the morning passed, and the hungry Roger returned to the cabin. This time, his luck was not so good, and the harvest was very limited.
After a simple lunch, he rested for a while and then tried to train himself.
Pain, numbness, and the huge reaction of his body made it difficult for him to calm down. Not to mention maintaining the rhythm of his breathing, even his movements were distorted.
After working hard for two hours, except for mental exhaustion and physical soreness, Roger felt that he had little effect.
However, he did not plan to completely give up.
After taking the concentration potion, the improvement was indeed great, but he did not want to neglect the accumulation and training. If he could complete this set of training in a normal state, it would also be a huge improvement to his own will.
After a short rest, Roger dragged his tired body and continued to search.
He did not return to the cabin until the sky was slightly dark. The island was not large, and there were not many areas that he could explore.
For the whole day, he almost swept the entire island, and barely managed to gather the ingredients for a potion.
Although there were certainly omissions in the process, Roger was still somewhat worried. The rest of the ingredients were fine, except for a plant called Ironwood Vine.
Ironwood Vine was a type of accompanying plant. It was attached to the lush roots of plants. Only when it grew to a certain extent would it affect the accompanying plant, and then be discovered through its characteristics.
After gathering the herbs again, Roger began his own concoction. With the experience from the first time, the concoction process was faster this time.
After obtaining the concentration potion, he did not immediately take it. Night was coming. After what happened last night, he was somewhat worried. To avoid any accidents, he decided to wait for another day.
If Kant did not show up tonight, it meant that he might have dispelled his doubts for the time being.
Putting the axe in his arms, Roger squinted his eyes and waited until dawn. Other than the intermittent sound of waves, nothing else happened.
For the next few days, life became monotonous and repetitive. During the process, Roger took the concentration potion twice.
After two upgrades, his physical fitness had improved greatly. Although he still looked as thin and weak as before, under his skin and in his fascia, his slightly thin body contained great power.
Although he was still not as strong as Kant, he was much stronger than ordinary people who did not train.
Collecting herbs became more and more difficult. While taking the concentration potion, he took the opportunity to memorize the Basic Combat Skills in the book.
When he was alone, he would secretly train. Other than eating, resting, and looking for herbs, he spent the rest of his time on it.
After several attempts, Roger learned something. He was able to catch some fish with a fishing net. With the intake of protein, his originally shriveled body became slightly fuller.
Just like that, a week passed without him noticing. It had been 10 days since Roger arrived on the island.
During this time, Kant did not come even once. Roger naturally had nothing to do, and it was impossible for him to take the initiative to look for him.
That day, after dinner, Roger closed the door and climbed into bed early. Outside the window, the sea breeze whistled. Faint flashes of lightning could be seen in the thick clouds.
"The storm is coming again."
Crackle, crackle!
Strong winds and heavy rains came whistling.
Roger curled up under the blanket, feeling like a small boat floating in the sea. It reminded him of the first day he came to this world.
However, that day, the rain was heavier and the wind was stronger.
Rumble, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled.
At that moment, a bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky. Roger's eyes flashed past the window.
The lightning illuminated the window as if it was daytime. In an instant, he saw a ferocious face appear outside the house.
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