Chapter 1
"Facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming!"
Well, there's a saying that goes like that, no doubt.
However, at this moment, Mo Fan, sitting on a large rock on the beach, felt like his chrysanthemum was splitting open—it was extremely uncomfortable!
"Spring flowers blooming my ass! Facing the sea for happiness? Bullshit! Damn heavens, try sitting on a deserted island like me every day, gnawing on seashells! See if you still have the mood for that! Why is it that when others transmigrate, they're either sons of big clans or encounter endless opportunities, but I end up as Robinson Crusoe? This is too unfair!"
In his previous life, Mo Fan was just an ordinary high school student from the Celestial Empire—a clueless otaku with nothing going for him. The only difference from others was his extreme obsession with One Piece.
Mo Fan could say he fantasized every day about one day arriving in the vast and magnificent world of One Piece. After sighing something like that over ten thousand times, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and then he ended up in this godforsaken place.
To be precise, Mo Fan had been on this isolated island for one month, six days, eight hours, four minutes, and twenty-five seconds.
Generally speaking, when someone encounters transmigration, the protagonist first realizes they've enrolled in some magic academy. Then, during the talent test, the crystal ball suddenly explodes with dazzling seven-colored divine light. Looking closely—holy crap! Isn't this the legendary all-attribute affinity for metal, wood, water, fire, earth, light, darkness, and lightning? A once-in-a-million-years peerless genius!
Or perhaps the protagonist casually buys a strange beast at a street stall, raises it, and only then discovers it's a legendary super-tier divine beast, akin to a dragon or phoenix.
Of course, things like a single shock of the tiger body causing all kinds of peerless beauties to throw themselves into his arms are indispensable.
Unfortunately, none of these grand aspirations applied to Mo Fan. All he could see was endless seawater. Every day, he gnawed on seashells and drank coconut juice to fill his stomach.
And also... damn it, what kind of principle is transmigration based on that lets you revive after death and possess the body of some poor bastard? This is so unscientific!
Fortunately, following transmigration conventions, accompanying Mo Fan was a system called the "God-Creating System."
Mo Fan was excited about this for quite a long time, but now? The system was just a fleeting cloud to him.
This system had three functions: Fusion, Talent, and Lottery. But currently, only the Lottery function was open to Mo Fan. The Talent and Fusion functions were both sealed by the system itself and not yet unlocked.
And this Lottery function could only be used with "Integrity Points."
But! Damn it!
What the hell are Integrity Points?
Where do you even get Integrity Points?
As a system, can't you act like a proper system?
Looking at all sorts of transmigration stories: plenty get struck by lightning—after all, pretending to be cool gets you lightning-struck; if not you, then who?
Plenty get hit by trucks and transmigrate. Clearly, the transmigration rate in the great Celestial Empire crushes the competition.
The coolest are the cold-blooded assassin types who die on a mission and transmigrate. Those guys are the most overpowered after crossing over.
So, in summary, right now, he couldn't rely on this so-called system at all.
"Sigh..." Mo Fan let out a sigh. He stood up from the boulder, picked up a scallop nearby, and was about to throw it into the sea.
"Lottery function fully activated... Host saves innocent scallop, system rewards +5 Integrity Points." A pleasant, beautiful voice rang in Mo Fan's ear.
"So Integrity Points are this kind of thing!" Mo Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, forcefully suppressing the urge to retort. But what followed was extreme joy. Throwing one seashell gets 5 points? Then getting enough for a lottery draw wouldn't be hard at all, right?
Not to mention, on this beach, seashells were the one thing there was no shortage of.
Mo Fan picked up another seashell lying on the sand and threw it into the sea, anticipating the system's prompt sound.
1 second, 2 seconds... 12 seconds.
Yet he didn't hear that pleasant voice again.
"Hey! System, what's going on?!" Familiar with all sorts of system tropes, Mo Fan naturally wouldn't shout out loud like other protagonists and get despised by the system. He just silently thought it in his mind—very professional.
"Seashells must be living creatures to be saved. Note: Since saving seashells is too easy a task, only the first time rewards 5 Integrity Points. Future rewards are 1/20."
"F*cking beast!"
"If you insult this system again, this system will switch to tsundere heavenly thunder mode."
"..."
Another three days, six hours, four minutes, and three seconds passed. At this point, the beach had only one or two empty shells left; the rest had all been thrown into the sea by Mo Fan. After three days of this toil, his Integrity Points had risen to 15. Think that's low?
In these three days, Mo Fan had saved a total of 201 seashells. This also earned him the legendary "Unicorn Arm" (from all the throwing).
"Cough cough."
Putting that aside for now—today, the sea was unusually calm compared to usual. In the distance, a blurry black shadow was sailing toward here.
"Nami and Nojiko, those two little girls, will definitely love these seashells. You can't find them in the village—haha!" A bearded man in military uniform stood on a simple wooden boat,
one hand holding the mast, sailing toward Mo Fan's location.
"Finally, a ship!" Joy surged in Mo Fan's heart: "Finally, I can leave this damn place; otherwise, I'll starve to death sooner or later."
Though seashells would replenish the beach every day, Mo Fan had no intention of eating seashells and living alone on this isolated island for the rest of his life.
"Wait!" Mo Fan, who was about to run toward the ship's shadow, suddenly stopped. A thought flashed: In the Great Pirate Era, aside from some pirates, normal villagers wouldn't come to a deserted island like this, right?
It wasn't that Mo Fan was timid, but his current body was only about 7 or 8 years old. Moreover, the ship on the sea was still just a blurry black shadow—he couldn't make out the ship's size, let alone any people on it. In short, better to be careful.
With that in mind, Mo Fan used his small body's advantage to leave the beach and hide in a concealed bush.
About ten minutes and twenty-eight seconds after Mo Fan hid in the bushes, on the nearby beach, a man in brown military uniform casually docked his boat on the shore, stepped onto the sand, and scanned the surroundings constantly.
Two minutes later, the man in brown military uniform kept shouting something and frantically dug into the sand.
Then, one minute later, the military-uniformed man jumped into the sea, still shouting something from his mouth.
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