This heartbeat day has finally come / Your night sigh like the sound of approaching footsteps / I can hear not the whispers of the forest leaves and the night wind / The small hooves of the elk galloping across the moss path / Tell me, tell me with the song of your silver bells......

Are you the prophesied young God?

- "Prophecy" He Qifang

Even for mages, survival in the wild must be based on the Basic Law.

After all, Morris couldn't hunt with fireballs, and he couldn't summon the light to heal his wounds.

Therefore, he could only honestly hold the dagger and beg the gods of the past and present lives to bless him from encountering any more emergencies.

Of course, if it's a good thing if you accidentally pick up an injured divine beast and accidentally dig up a healing elixir......

Give me as much trouble as you want.

......

One of the hardest things about exploring a desert island is that Morris lacks the most basic tools: ropes, axes, shovels......

Axes and shovels are barely able to replace daggers.

Only rope is indispensable, whether it is only to tie branches or build a rain canopy.

Without it, Morris had no choice but to abandon the idea of creating a warm nest.

And when Morris decides to prepare everything for survival to the lowest possible standard, he will find that everything is not as difficult as he imagined.

This desert island is not mysterious, or rather too ordinary.

It's not like a murderous tree in three steps, a man-eating flower in five steps, or a vicious beast after another, as Morris envisioned.

It seems to be going to ......

It's more orderly, it's more harmonious.

This was the strangest of all, and Morris was full of suspicions.

The deserted island deviated from any of the routes of the continent of Flon and was surrounded by mist. Couldn't have anyone ever lived here.

It stands to reason that this desert island is uninhabited, this level of primeval jungle. It should be murderous and dangerous, and it is not surprising that even traces of some ancient species are found.

But Morris didn't even see a large beast, and as he cautiously walked through the leaf-covered path into the jungle surrounded by trees, it seemed to have come to another world.

It's a verdant place, with towering trees scattered and dense leaves that don't leak a ray of daylight, but they don't look dim and terrifying.

Although the plants grew densely and thorny vines were everywhere, this did not hinder the passage of Morris.

Even the wildflowers were in full bloom, and the road was filled with the smell of dirt instead of rotting beast carcasses. Navarre's common birds chirp in the branches.

It's as if this desert island has been pruned and pruned, and it is a flower bed that has been tended by gardeners.

Perhaps it was a little more luxurious than a flower bed, a huge back garden of a nobleman's house.

The squirrel stared blankly at him from the branches, and the rattan monkey smiled wistfully.

Morris began to feel like he had stepped into a fairy tale.

It's cool but not hot. There were no swamps, no ferocious beasts—at least not where he walked.

Morris was so focused on finding what he needed that he was oblivious to the wonders in front of him.

He's already thinking about it.

This desert island has a lot to do with the gods, and it's normal to have some strangeness - like the starry ocean when they came.

But Morris still maintained a moderate vigilance, after all, his life belongs to him, and he can't be too careful.

He didn't have much time to explore the place, and it was only two hours to get full.

Counting the delays on the road, he had less time to really move forward.

Eventually, he cut down large palm-like leaves in the jungle, and the logs that grew these leaves were much shorter than coconut trees, suitable for Morris to climb, and the leaves were wider and larger. He can spread it on the beach as a mat and prepare some more to keep out the cold.

He didn't even need to go into the jungle to make the hardwoods he could find on the edge of the beach, so he decided to collect them at the end.

He also saw some edible wild fruits, and when he found them, apes were picking them.

The fruit is slightly smaller than a fist, green and astringent. He couldn't bring that many things back at once, so he kept track of where they were growing.

And when Morris found some kudzu vines that grew around the tree, his burnt and groggy head flashed, and he found a substitute for the rope.

The vine is thick and tough, with small yellow flowers growing on it, and it is much less secure than a rope, and it is not easy to knot.

But it doesn't matter, Morris has a way to make up for these shortcomings.

Although his head was so heavy that it seemed to be filled with lead, his will was lazily unwilling to beat. But at last he begged for a miracle, and with his right hand he brushed a few of the rattans he had cut off, and their little flowers withered instantly, and the sections shrank and trembled—as if yawning.

The rattans were awakened like hibernating snakes, shaking their heads as if they were spitting letters at Murris.

For Morris, the rattans are already delusional, they imagine themselves as snakes and act like snakes.

Then Morris ordered them to tie up what he had gathered, and swaggered out of the jungle—not impossible, he was on the verge of collapse.

What's even more infuriating is that it is extremely cool to wear the forest wind, but he is hot and dry, and he doesn't sweat at all.

Before he left the jungle, he turned back to the fruit tree he had found, wrapped some wild fruits in leaves, and brought them back.

After all, eating too much bland and tasteless fish will really get tired.

He also made the dead hardwood, which was used as fuel for the campfire, which made it much easier for him.

When he returned to the beach for the last time, the sun had sunk in the west and the sky had really darkened.

He saw Jessica waiting for him back on the beach at high tide.

Before Morris entered the jungle, the girl decided to explore the sea that surrounded the deserted island, and now she returned before Morris.

Her expression was not pretty.

"How's it going?" said Morris as he beckoned the vines to put things down, then asked Jessica.

"You won't want to know. Jessica looked confused, and she replied softly, "We can't get out." ”

"Can you elaborate?" Morris was silent for a moment, ready to hear bad news when he saw Jessica's face.

"Everything I felt was out of order. Jessica sighed, "Whenever I'm going to get away from this sea, I'm going to come back here without realizing it." I could only swim two kilometers away. ”

"Having lost the grace of the ocean, I also lacked self-confidence. She added.

"Is it because of a twisted miracle?" asked Morris.

Miracles and rules work together to interfere with Tirel, although miracles that are not born out of begging are rare on the continent of Fren.

But while Morris was still studying, he had heard from his teacher about his travels, and he had seen once or twice the vision of a miracle born of nature gradually distorted under the influence of the rules.

Such visions often bring about unusual weather – storms, earthquakes, heavy snowfall, fog, or an inexplicable loss of direction that leads to getting lost.