"Duncan, where are you, Duncan?"

He remembered that Duncan was the friend who kicked him into the sea first when the explosion came, and he survived, but Duncan was nowhere to be seen.

"No, I'm not Gordon, my name is Long Jikun. ”

In his brain, there are two memories, in addition to this one named Gordon, there is also a memory called Long Jikun who lives in the twenty-first century, a bustling metropolis, the world situation is relatively stable, carefree, but when looking for a job, he always encounters difficulties.

In his last remaining memory, he was bored waiting for the next round of interviews before opening a single-player game, Assassin's Creed: Black Flag.

At this time, his main idea came from Long Jikun, and he had to think of one thing, that is, animus.

The whole game of Assassin's Creed is about a machine called Animus, through which he can travel back in time to the thoughts of people in the past, witness to that era, and explore secrets, and at this moment he can't help but think of this, only Animus can make it possible for him to appear here.

As he thought of the word animus, a familiar menu interface appeared in front of him, quests, achievements, crafting, and enhancements, but he didn't see detachment at all.

There is only one task above the task at the moment.

Break away from Huaye Island, mission difficulty, one star.

Rewards for completing quests: Assassin Outfit, Constitution.

Task Failure: There is no penalty for task failure.

Looking at the few coconut trees on the island, no fresh water, no much food, it is expected that it is impossible to survive here for more than a week, of course, there is no punishment for failing the mission, because failure is death.

As the night deepened, the sea breeze became lighter, and the clear night sky saw the bright moonlight above through the leaves, and at the same time, a bright pop burned through the air, disintegrated in half, and then disappeared.

......

For the next few days, he lived like a savage, bare his upper body, banging on the coconut trees every day, and also began to learn to climb trees, to pick some fruit, or catch birds, and when he was bored, he even jumped into the sea to see if he could be lucky enough to catch a turtle.

In Gordon's memory, he knew one thing very well, that is, Huaye Island was far away from the rest of the islands, and the land was very far away, and it was not possible to build a bamboo raft to escape, the biggest possibility was to die in the belly of the fish, but fortunately, this is a prosperous route, and if there are passing merchant ships, you can be saved.

After solving the problem of food, he began to pick up a few branches to dry in the open area of the island, the humidity of the island was too high, and it was not easy to drill wood for fire.

A corpse was washed up on the beach, a scimitar he was carrying became his handy weapon, and his clothes were stripped off, adding a slightly softer bed for the night's sleep.

On the fourth day, a big storm swept through the whole of Hua Ye Island, and the dried firewood and the coconuts on the trees all disappeared in this storm, and that night, the only thing he could do was to hide behind the stones, cling to the roots of the trees, and praying for the storm to pass quickly under the washing of the waves.

The island was so small that when the storm came, almost all of them were washed by the waves, and two coconut trees fell, and the last one stood alone, and there were only three coconut fruits left on it.

The cold and gloom swept through his body and penetrated into his heart, and the brave man does not despair when he faces hardships and difficulties, but when he sees no hope, it is true despair.

There were only two days of food left, but fortunately there was no shortage of fresh water, and the heavy rain brought by the storm gathered on the dumpling leaves, and he had stored a lot, but the fire was completely in vain, and unless the ship was very close, he would not be found as a trapped man.

Long Jikun opened the menu again, looked at the one-star difficulty evaluated above, and scolded, if this difficulty is one star, then the five-star difficulty is not the destruction of the earth.

There is nothing on it that can help, as if this task is a most basic test, and if this test is not completed, everything is not to be discussed.

On this day, he began to collect flat stones, sharpened one end, looked for rattans clinging to the stones, thick sticks, and made a most primitive axe, if he could not wait for others to save him, then he had to rely on himself.

The process of cutting down the collapsed coconut trees to the length needed for a raft was not easy, and the most primitive axes, which relied on rattan to hold them in place, were destroyed under dozens of blows.

"Damn it!"

The crumbling stone cut a long hole in his palm, and the wound was not easy to heal in such a humid environment, once it became inflamed and festered, he really had to die here.

He threw the axe out in a dejected manner, and it was crazy to really go out to sea on such a rudimentary raft.

A white canvas suddenly appeared at the end of the view, instantly attracting his attention.

On the other side of the island, the flag at the top of the mast says one thing, a ship has come here and stayed here!

Long Jikun felt the strength in his body, and in order to stop looking like a wild man, he put on the clothes that had been repeatedly soaked in the sea and ripped off the corpse, took his only treasure: a scimitar, and ran towards the beach.

The beach over there was under a cliff, and he ignored it because there were no coconut trees, but at the moment someone visited, and he was overjoyed.

"The one-star difficulty really doesn't send you to death. ”

He galloped all the way to the top of the cliff, and was filled with excitement when he saw the small ship in the distance, which had anchored here, and he only needed to ask for their help, and then pay a payment, and leave here.

As for the payment, it can only be returned to Havana, and his own family should be able to pay this money, hoping that the ship will go to Havana.

The white sails were waving the flag of the Duolun Chamber of Commerce, the ship was the same as the ship he had ridden before, it could accommodate less than thirty sailors, and the amount of cargo it carried was not much, Long Jikun hummed music that only he knew all the way, and walked down the cliff from the side path.

However, before he reached the beach, he discovered an unexpected scene.

These were no ordinary merchants, there were four seamen with scimitars, a captain, a first mate, and two loyal seamen.

It was a clear rebellion.

"What is your deposit account number and password in the central bank?"

The seafarer with the knife loaded the knife onto the neck of the rich captain, full of threat.