It was still a fulfilling day, and Lucas dragged his long knife back to the cabin.

"Finally mastered one of the six shaves!" Lying on a small wooden bed, Lucas reflected on his experiences over the past year.

In the first few days, I sorted out my survival supplies and used the food on the navy warship to survive the week, and I never dared to enter the dangerous dense forests on the island.

A few days later, Lucas began to read the diary of Major General Johnny, although there was no competent instructor to guide his practice, Lucas himself was a police cadet and did not need much supervision and guidance.

Over the next month, Lucas, armed with a spear and a knife, began to explore the depths of the woods, and after more than ten days of probing, Lucas finally determined that there were no large animals on the island.

Based on his diary and the experience of his past life, Lucas started with the most basic physical training.

I don't know if it's because of the small superhuman physique per capita in the Pirate World, or the correct training method, in this year, Lucas's physical strength has improved a lot.

Navy Six, Lucas chose to practice shaving, paper painting, and iron, the reason for practicing these three things, paper painting and iron are the introduction to seeing and hearing colors and armed colors, mastering these two, the two-color domineering opens the door to himself.

Shaving, is to enhance his speed, the other three, Lan Foot, Finger Gun and Moon Step, after Lucas considered it, decisively gave up these three.

He definitely wants to eat the fruit, the flight brought by the vampire fruit is easier and more stable than the moon step, and he still practices swordsmanship, Lucas believes that he can become a sword hero, or even a big sword hero! Then the two things of Lanjiao and finger gun are redundant.

From between the cracks in the wooden house, Lucas watched the moonlight flickering among the leaves and slowly fell asleep.

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"Starting today, 5,000 slashes and 5,000 straight stabs, and the rest of the physical training will start to bear weights!" Early in the morning, Lucas made his own training plan for the next period of time.

Tucking his long silver hair behind his head with a leather string, Lucas picked up a long knife and rushed to the top of the island in the distance.

"Huhuhu~!" , more than ten kilometers, Lucas sprinted up in a few minutes, standing at the top of the island, looking at the endless sea in front of him, Lucas couldn't help but roar.

"Ahh

The day's training officially began, chopping and stabbing, the most basic of swordsmanship, and in one year, Lucas had already cut off more than a dozen long knives.

"Boom!" , a large tree collapsed, kicking up a puff of dust and fallen leaves, and all kinds of small animals in the woods scattered in all directions.

"Cut down another tree!" Lucas picked up his long knife and walked towards another tree.

At the end of the swordsmanship project, Lucas decisively picked up a boulder, and in a year, there was already a solid path around the island.

Running down the path, the dust kicked up behind Lucas was several meters high.

The boulder rubbed against Lucas's back and arms, and in less than a circle, the whole boulder had been dyed red, but Lucas didn't care.

Lap after lap, at the end of the run, it was a push-up with a boulder on his back, and a squat with a boulder on his back.

The full day ended in non-stop training, and Lucas was eager to roll straight down the hillside, and his whole body was already at its limit.

After a few minutes of rest, Lucas walked down the hill with his long knife.

On the downhill road, a big rabbit with poor eyesight becomes the ghost of Lucas's knife.

"Crackle!" , golden grease splashed on the firewood, exploding small sparks.

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"What the hell is this island, and why hasn't a single ship passed by here for more than a year!" Looking at the dense scratches on the trunk in front of him, Lucas couldn't help but complain.

In the year and three hundred and fourteen days he arrived on the island, Lucas had successfully mastered paper painting, and his own sight and hearing seemed to have begun to awaken.

Several times, while Lucas was practicing paper drawing, countless visions appeared in front of his eyes and in his mind, and the whole island appeared in front of Lucas's eyes.

Lucas discovered the advantages and disadvantages of his domineering appearance, and his own appearance and hearing had a huge range from the beginning, but it was not detailed enough to observe the nuances.

So after his daily physical training, Lucas added meditation.

The sea was still calm, the moonlight was shining all over the sea, and Lucas was sitting cross-legged, with the supreme fast knife lying horizontally on his legs.

"The fog in the valley is called Lan, Lanche, that is, to cut through the fog and reopen the vision!" Lucas's vision expanded rapidly.

The entire island was covered in an instant, and the color of sight and hearing was still expanding, as if it was a sharp sword, and Lucas's color of sight and hearing tore through the fog on the island and the sea, and saw everything hidden in the fog.

"So clear!" , a smile appeared on Lucas's lips.

Every grass and tree, every sand and stone on the island, on the sea, small fish leaping, splashing waves, all this clearly appeared in my mind.

"Try the limit!" Lucas's vision continued to expand, and more information poured into his brain.

"Pretty night! And a ship! Lucas smiled.

"A ship!" Lucas stood up suddenly, and at the limit of what he saw, a large ship appeared on the surface of the sea.

"It's over!" Seeing and hearing this, the merchant ship was sailing in the direction of the island.

"Why didn't I eat the fruit? So I can fly over! Lucas clearly perceived that the ship was a hundred and ten kilometers away.

"It's impossible to catch up with the speed of swimming, and it's too late to eat the fruit now!" Soon, the merchant ship disappeared from perception.

"Phew!" , Lucas cursed.

"Maybe it's a route, but I just found out about a ship passing by today!" Lucas comforted himself and lay down on his little wooden bed again.

Early the next morning, Lucas stood in the closest place to the direction of the merchant ship, and began to search.

One day, two days, a week, a month.

"It's not a route!" , Lucas raised the long knife in his left hand, and with a casual blow, he cut down a big tree next to him that was hugged by two people.

At night, under the light of the campfire, Lucas took out the fruit again.

"No matter, it's you!" Pulling out a knife, Lucas peeled off the fruit.

Under the scarlet skin is a blood-red flesh without a trace of taste, and the fruit in the hand seems to be a piece of air.

Cutting off a small piece, Lucas closed his eyes and slowly pushed the fruit into his mouth.

"Gross!" , The strange smell rushed straight to the heavenly spirit cover, and for a while, Lucas's tears and snot were stimulated.