The captain was an American man in his late fifties, but he had a head of white hair. His weathered face bore deep lines, and his eyes had become clouded, though it was unclear whether it was due to lack of rest in the last couple of days.
He fell silent for a long while after Luo Jun asked his question.
Evidently, there were some things he couldn't say in front of everyone. After a moment's contemplation, he said, "He was only smuggling goods on my ship to make ends meet. I knew he was a hitman, but we rarely pried into each other's backgrounds, or else we could never have become friends."
The captain spoke in a roundabout way.
From his words, Luo Jun could discern that Jones had indeed concealed a great deal from him.
But as friends, Jones had never betrayed him.
Although Jones had taken the ship this time, it wasn't directly related to their relationship, for if it hadn't been these survivors, but others taken as hostages, Jones would have seized the ship and fled all the same.
After all, his capabilities were limited to ensuring his own survival, with no means to rescue everyone.
Moreover, before entering the forest, Jones had already warned him about how to avoid future risks.
And events had unfolded just as he'd said – had it not been for Jones' warning, the captain and first mate would never have survived. The others were simply too rash, trying to grab the mercenaries' guns from their corpses. Otherwise, they could have all made it out alive, too.
So Jones couldn't be entirely blamed for what happened.
If anyone was to blame, it would be Luo Jun, for it was he who had utilized Luo Jun's abilities to solve his problems, even hoping that he could save those survivors.
"In any case, now that we're rid of the threat from the mercenaries, we need to plan carefully for the next six months' living and actions."
Luo Jun glanced at the women here. There were twenty survivors in total – eighteen women and two men.
Adding Luo Jun's group of four, that made twenty-four people altogether.
Twenty-four mouths to feed was no small number, and the provisions they'd brought down would last them half a month at most!
Moreover, having lived on this island for two months already, these survivors were severely malnourished. Another six months might see them dying of malnutrition.
And with their scanty clothing, the increasingly cold weather meant they could also freeze to death.
The captain also understood the meaning behind Luo Jun's glance. For so many people to survive would be no easy feat – hunting and fishing alone would not suffice. They would need ample food reserves and rationing.
Otherwise, more than half could starve to death within six months.
"I don't think we should relocate into the deep mountains, unless there are sturdy houses there and more readily available food sources – which is clearly unrealistic," the first mate interjected.
The captain nodded. "I agree. With so many of us, transporting these provisions into the mountains would be extremely difficult. The biggest issue is still the food supply. Being near the sea at least gives us a chance to catch fish or seabirds. In the old forest depths, we'd have no way to procure substantial food."
The captain voiced his opinion.
Luo Jun pondered the matter. He concurred with this approach, the only concern being enemies landing on the island from this location.
But that problem could be solved – they only needed to build a lookout tower on higher ground and have people take turns keeping watch.
Additionally, Luo Jun felt some of the younger survivors could be trained to have talent, with the mercenaries' firearms being enough for him to train them into a small female troop.
Then, if an opportunity arose, they could emulate Jones and seize the enemies' ship to escape the island.
Pondering these possibilities, Luo Jun felt a renewed sense of hope.
"Then let's settle on this plan. We'll clear a flat area by the riverside and build a shelter there, erect a lookout tower on the hilltop, and find a way to resolve the future food crisis."
Luo Jun looked to the captain. "Captain, do you have any suggestions regarding the food crisis?"
After all, the captain was an experienced seafarer with superior organizational capabilities, just as Jones had previously organized the survivors through him.
Thus, on certain decisions, having the captain take charge would make things more acceptable to the others.
But the captain turned to the first mate, letting him voice his opinion first.
"For now, we have no means to replenish our food supply. We can try to ration these provisions minimally to keep us going while hunting or finding crops we can cultivate. Apart from that, there's no other way," said the first mate.
The first mate, too, was a grizzled middle-aged man, about five or six years younger than the captain.
Having gone unshaven for a long time, thick curly beards covered both his cheeks.
When he spoke, his mouth couldn't be seen moving, but the motions of his beard indicated the words.
"That's a good approach. We can look for high-yield crops like wild yams and arrowroot to cultivate. But venturing into the forest is risky – we'll need some experienced people to go, at least ten."
The captain seemed quite mindful. By saying this, he was effectively deferring to Luo Jun, allowing the other survivors to accept Luo Jun's authority more readily.
Otherwise, internal conflicts could easily arise.
"I can train seven or eight young people to become skilled hunters. It all depends on how hard everyone is willing to work and cooperate in order to survive," said Luo Jun, once again deferring to the captain – implying he should persuade the young women to join this team.
The captain nodded.
"Leave that to me. I'll select the people, and you can train them."
"Alright, then let's start building the shelter tomorrow. Also, I have three more survivors on my side who will be joining our extended family."
Luo Jun addressed this to everyone. Naturally, they would have no objections, since Luo Jun had just rescued them.
Otherwise, if Luo Jun had simply added his people without explanation, these women would undoubtedly have refused to share their food provisions.
Women who had faced life-and-death hardships would become extremely selfish, especially viewing food as their own team's resources, with outsiders' inclusion seen as plundering.
Luo Jun could have resorted to robbery, but he saw no need to commit such inhumane acts over mere sustenance.
By maintaining respect towards them, it would allow Lorna and the others to better integrate into this group. To these survivors, Luo Jun's identity was a mystery not to be trusted, yet he couldn't reveal his true identity to them.
So he could only interact with them in this manner.
After conversing for a while, the captain and Luo Jun went to the rocks and lit up cigarettes, clearly having something to discuss privately with Luo Jun.

agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”