The salty and wet sea breeze blew away, blowing away the white clouds in the sky and also blowing the young man's appetite.

Aaron hadn't eaten in three days.

Based on his unknown memories, Aaron knew that if he didn't eat again, he would have to be reunited with his father and mother who had just gone to heaven.

It's an island, no, not even an island, just a big reef.

The reef is bare, and even the grass is disgusted to take root here, but Aaron, the unlucky child, is here.

"Alas, I'm really going to starve to death if I don't take the bait," Aaron sighed softly as he looked at the homemade fish hook that sank into the sea.

Originally, he followed his parents to the East China Sea to look for relatives, but who would have thought that not long after he walked out of Rogue Town, he encountered an unprecedented storm.

Everyone on the cruise ship died, but they survived.

But it's not far from death. Aaron thought to himself.

Aaron sat on the reef and looked down at his present appearance, his fair face of eleven or twelve, unusually pale and haggard, his golden hair that had only been dull in three days, and his body was in tatters.

It's embarrassing. Aaron thought to himself,

But there's a kind of melancholy style to look at, isn't it? Aaron thought again.

…… Well, Aaron has been more optimistic since he was a child, even to the point of lack of heart.

But thanks to this, Aaron can forget the grief of the death of his parents in a blink of an eye, and devote himself to the big proposition of how to live in a blink of an eye.

Aaron lay down on his side, curled up like a baby, allowing himself to reduce the area of sunlight as much as possible, and in the absence of water supplementation, he could only slow down the loss of water as much as possible.

Aaron closed his eyes and held the fishing line tightly in his hand, which he had made by tearing his clothes into bundles, and the hook was also made with pins, but there was no bait, so whether Aaron was dead or alive could only depend on whether God would give him his life.

He soon fell into a deep sleep.

Boom! Boom! Whew!

It was the sound of the cotton thread being suddenly tightened, perhaps very hungry, and Aaron, who had been pampered, heard this faint sound in an instant.

He opened his eyes suddenly, sat up sharply, grasped the line with both hands, and squeezed the last bit of strength out of his weak body, and pulled hard.

Burst!

The hook is out!

Much lighter than expected. Aaron thought to himself, but in an instant he was caught by what he had caught.

A cube-shaped yellow sponge, the size of a palm, looked like a piece of butter to Aaron's eyes, and of course the average person would probably use it as a rag and hook it tightly to a pin.

Food!

Aaron looked at the sponge, his eyes suddenly glowing with a stunning green light.

Without even thinking about it, Aaron, who was controlled by his appetite, reached out and picked up the sponge, his mouth opening unconsciously.

Boom!

I didn't chew it, I swallowed it directly.

Vaguely hearing something screaming, Aaron regained a sense of clarity and his brain began to work, and the first question that came to mind was: Can this thing be eaten?

The sudden pain that followed made him look like a prawn that was being grilled, which made him completely sober, and Aaron thought to himself: Well, I can't eat it.

So he fell into a coma.