The captain and Aisha went ahead into the woods, finding a suitable clearing for everyone to set up camp.
This clearing was about a mile away from the beach, not too far and not too close. When the captain and Aisha returned, the first mate had already instructed the women to pack up the tents and organize their supplies, using three makeshift stretchers to carry the rice and other provisions.
For the stronger European and American women, carrying the rice into the woods was not too strenuous, and they could switch out when they got tired.
Since there were some small hills, the path was not easy to walk, and the mile took them nearly two hours.
Once they arrived at their destination, they started clearing the low trees around using axes, while the other women divided the work, clearing the ground of debris and grass, creating five suitable spots to pitch their tents.
After clearing the ground, they began setting up the tents, which were quite professional and required nailing.
The women who were inexperienced at pitching tents spent quite some time on the task.
When they had finally finished all these chores, it was already noon, so they set up a fire and cooked some porridge to drink.
After drinking, the women began collecting large amounts of dry firewood around them.
The women had not had a full meal, and coupled with the lack of tools, their soft hands made the task difficult, taking them the whole afternoon to collect enough firewood for three or four days.
However, they did not have a strong sense of security, and over the course of the day, they did not even make any deterrents against horses or anything like that, merely satisfying their most basic survival needs. If they encountered that monster or other ferocious beasts, this whole group could be in big trouble.
Luo Jun had a good night's rest.
Resting in a woman's embrace is the most comfortable, and Luo Jun had been exhausted from the journey over the past few days. After being satisfied by Lorna, he started sleeping from the afternoon and slept through dinner, not waking up until 6 am the next morning.
The energetic Luo Jun emerged from the shelter, adding some firewood to the stove.
It was not yet fully daylight, and the forest was filled with chilly fog, obscuring any view beyond ten meters.
Luo Jun got up and roasted some nuts and bear meat to fill his stomach. By the time the women woke up, the fog in the forest had started to dissipate under the sun's heat.
After everyone had breakfast, they packed up and prepared to set off.
Luo Jun was not the first time rushing from the shelter to the beach, so he was very familiar with the route. To accommodate Jenny's pace, they walked and stopped at intervals, only arriving at the new campsite where the captain's group was stationed at dusk.
This place was about fifty meters from a small river stream, so fetching water was quite convenient.
However, since there was no toilet built yet, the women had to walk a hundred meters downstream to relieve themselves, to avoid polluting the upstream water source.
Luo Jun's arrival caused all the survivors to gather around him, staring in shock at Lorna and him, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Lorna was already a candidate in the United States, having held numerous campaign rallies across the continent. Although there were quite a few Mexican people here, they were also quite familiar with Lorna.
At this point, the captain and first mate were also very doubtful of what they were seeing, walking over to Luo Jun and cautiously asking him.
"Are these the survivors you mentioned?"
Luo Jun smiled and nodded, "Yes, we survived a plane crash. Governor Lorna and I were on the same flight, and we were lucky enough to survive."
The captain and first mate, these two rugged men, could hardly believe that they were on the same deserted island as the legendary, beautiful candidate.
"Hello, Governor Lorna."
At this point, the captain took the initiative to come over and shake Lorna's hand in greeting. Lorna, at this moment, seemed to have returned to the social arena of politics, her upright figure in camouflage attire still radiating an imposing presence.
Lorna's appearance brought new hope to the dejected survivors.
When someone is stranded alone, they feel extremely helpless and afraid. But if there is a group stranded together, that helplessness and fear diminish greatly. And with the addition of an authoritative leader, those feelings of helplessness and fear disappear altogether, even becoming filled with fighting spirit.
Lorna was like a leader visiting the countryside, consoling each survivor about their situation.
The survivors showed great respect for Lorna, after all, these castaways were all women, so they would be more willing to have a female leader guide them.
At the same time, Lorna did not forget to give a simple speech.
She hoped that everyone would cooperate with the captain's arrangements and leave this deserted island as soon as possible.
At the same time, she also publicly thanked Luo Jun, saying that this brave bodyguard had saved her from danger time and time again.
With her silver tongue, Lorna's brief speech filled everyone present with admiration and gratitude towards Luo Jun.
This would be very beneficial for Luo Jun's future training of the hunting squad.
There was no need to use force or harsh methods to deal with them. Those who voluntarily accepted the training would be more effective than those who accepted it under coercion.
In a short speech, Lorna displayed her charisma as a leader, instantly uniting the castaways' hearts and enabling them to actively cooperate with the work of the next six months.
They cleared out a tent for Lorna.
Since it was getting late, Luo Jun would not have time to build a new shelter today, and each tent was already crowded.
Although Lorna accepted everyone's kindness, she also told them that tomorrow she would build a new shelter herself and not occupy their tents.
She never stopped cultivating her image.
Luo Jun was also tired today and had no time to set traps or deterrents.
He planned that tomorrow he must build a highly secure shelter, so that when firearms were placed inside, they would not be easily accessible to others.
And now, there was no time to idle, because last night they had not properly protected their food bags, leaving them outside the tents, resulting in forest rats chewing through one of the bags. So, Luo Jun had people carry a few bags into his tent to use as padding, with everything except canned food not allowed outside until a granary was built.
Additionally, since there were too many women, it was inconvenient for them to use the restroom, so Luo Jun and the first mate worked overnight to build a toilet by the river.
This was to prevent the women from getting unnecessarily hurt when using the restroom.
After all, this was not like the beach where one could simply squat down to urinate or defecate. Here, it was easy to slip into the river or get stabbed in the buttocks by plants when squatting, which was no laughing matter.
Moreover, these women bathing was also an issue, as it was too cold to bathe at night, so they would all choose to bathe at noon.
And this river flowing out from the forest was not like a rushing mountain stream, but more like a calm jungle river.
Such rivers were often filled with danger!
Since Luo Jun had just arrived, he had not had time to observe this five-meter-wide calm river, so he could not confirm whether there were alligators, piranha, or other such creatures in it. In any case, it was absolutely unsafe to just walk into the river to bathe.
Even fetching water from the river to drink was a very dangerous task.
All these aspects still required a lot of time to manage.
But time was so pressing that Luo Jun could only wait until tomorrow to start working on them.

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.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!