And so, Turkey-Flavored Potba set off again under cover of night, chain-smoking invigorating cigarettes as he followed the map coordinates.
He felt as though he had limitless stamina.
Apart from the thrill of imminent revenge, the biggest reason was his covetousness for the resources on North-Ming Island.
On the map right now, detailed data about the rival island was displayed clearly.
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Island Level: 2
Island Owner: North-Ming (ID: 10101)
Island Area: 999 m²
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Only three short lines, yet they made Turkey-Flavored Potba's blood surge.
"I'm gonna be rich! Hahaha!"
"If I can seize that island, even without any other loot, just scrapping it will give me nearly a thousand primal stones!"
"That's a colossal fortune!"
The thought drove him on; he braced against the wooden boat's frame and rowed with all his might.
A whole night passed.
Dawn crept across the sky, and the surrounding temperature began to climb rapidly.
Along the way, Potba unexpectedly bumped into another Survivor's island.
An unforeseen bonus.
He lingered half a day, personally finished off the Survivor, and raised his Combat Power by another point.
At the same time he netted another haul of supplies.
"Damn weather—the sun's barely up and it's already this hot?"
"Luckily I looted an excellent quality parasol off that poor sap at midnight, plus the ice cubes I stockpiled yesterday, so the heat's not a problem."
"Though everyone else probably won't last long."
"Wonder if their islands vanish when they die? If not—heh—then dying saves me the trouble of sending them off."
"I could just scoop up free primal stones—sounds comfy."
Puffing invigorating cigarettes, Potba rowed furiously.
His eyes stayed locked on the target island, now within spitting distance on the nautical map, and a cruel grin tugged at his lips.
"Almost there!"
"Last night's delay was nothing; I'll storm the beach soon and kill that punk North-Ming!"
"Bastard dared to block me! I'll hack his head off and use it as a chamber pot!"
Excitement was written all over his face.
The map showed he was now less than a kilometre from North-Ming's island.
Just then, the Survival Bracelet on his wrist vibrated.
A system message—already repeated five or six times since yesterday—rang in his ears.
[Alert: Warning! Warning! You have entered waters claimed by another Survivor's island! Proceeding further will be deemed a hostile act! All consequences are your own!]
"Tch, a 2-level, 999-m² island sure is touchy—warning me at only a thousand metres."
"But I'm not afraid of scaring my prey; after a day's grind my Combat Power's nearly 20!"
"Right now I'm… terrifyingly strong!"
"Plus I've got a gun; he's just a coward hiding on his island. I'll wipe him out with a flick of my wrist."
Potba's grin reached the heavens; he already pictured North-Ming kneeling and begging for mercy.
Then—BOOM!—a deafening blast. In the blink of an eye his wooden boat shattered.
His mind went blank.
When he came to, he saw his own body splitting apart along with the vessel.
Both mangled hands still gripped the broken oars, trying to paddle.
"What's happening?"
"Why… am I splitting open?"
Panic like he'd never known engulfed him.
At the same instant, a cold system voice and a distant rumble rolled across the waves.
BOOOOM—
[Alert: For ignoring warnings and trespassing on another Survivor's island, you have been killed by North-Ming using an Automatic Cannon (excellent)!]
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Potba's blank mind filled with giant question marks.
What the heck?
Automatic Cannon?
And it's excellent quality?
I split apart… because of a cannon shot?
In that instant his eyes bulged; with his last sliver of strength he feebly cursed, "Damn… you're… cheating…"
Darkness swallowed his mind.
His vision blurred, fading into black, eternal silence.
He died with his eyes open.
Propelled by the blast, his head traced an elegant arc toward the sea.
A colossal silhouette burst from the waves, opened its maw, and neatly caught the flying head, swallowing it whole.
SPLASH—
A great spray of water rose.
Soon the mist-shrouded surface regained its calm… Meanwhile, after hearing the string of system prompts, Lin Bei stood in a daze.
[Alert: Survivor "Turkey-Flavored Potba (ID: 12121)" has invaded your waters!]
[Alert: You used an Automatic Cannon (excellent) to kill the intruder and gained his entire estate!]
[Alert: You triggered a 100× Critical Hit!]
[Alert: Estate rewards have been stored in your Survival Bracelet—collect them promptly!]
"So… someone invaded and my Automatic Cannon insta-killed him?"
"And I got all his stuff? Plus… a hundred-times crit?"
"Goodies just fall from the sky?"
"Hey, why does that name look familiar?"
"Whatever, whoever he was—such a thoughtful delivery guy."
"Shame he's dead; otherwise I'd thank him in person."
"Alas, such is life."
Shaking himself free, Lin Bei opened the Survival Bracelet interface while sighing.
In the corner of the Trading Hall icon, a glaring red triangle with an exclamation mark was flashing.
Without hesitation he opened the Trading Hall and looked at the temporary storage slots.
"Holy—this bro really came to warm my heart!"
One glance and he couldn't help yelling.
In the first storage slot sat a primal stone icon.
In the quantity corner, a staggering number left Lin Bei dumbstruck—
[Name: primal stone]
[Quantity: 8 000]
[Deletion Timer: 6 d 23 h 59 m 11 s]
"Damn—thanks for the mega gift pack, boss! Much obliged!"
"Turkey-Flavored Potba, right? I'm building you a tombstone on my island to honor your selfless sacrifice!"
"Your deed is like sending charcoal in snowy weather!"
"I thought expanding the island again anytime soon was impossible—looks like there's hope!"
"A debt of gratitude unspoken; rest easy, I'll craft you a top-quality monument. Rest in peace!"
Lin Bei said this with utter sincerity to himself.
He believed that if Potba's Spirit could hear him, it would surely be moved to tears.