With a loyal guardian by his side, life had never felt more splendid.
On the deserted island, a lone figure dashed back and forth—each time with a zombie in hot pursuit. Meng Hao, deploying his old tactic, swiftly lured every undead creature on the island toward the landing bridge.
And there, the goblin guardian dispatched them—swiftly, cleanly, and without mercy.
His confidence grew bolder with each encounter.
During the final round, he even dared to approach within thirty meters of a zombie. Seizing a stone the size of his fist, he hurled it with precision—striking the creature squarely in its… vulnerable region.
The zombie, already a rotting corpse, was not particularly sturdy. And thus, it lost something vital.
If the undead could curse, it surely would have bellowed:
"I may not be human, but you're truly a demon!"
Nonetheless, Meng Hao had vanquished every zombie on the island with barely a flick of effort, and his mood soared.
[Zombie Crystal Coins +500]
[Treasure Chests +3]
He practically beamed with joy.
Eventually, Meng Hao stood beneath a grove of coconut palms.
The trees were heavy with fruit—at least fifty coconuts ripe for harvest.
For any castaway, this grove represented an invaluable lifeline.
Coconut water quenched thirst and brimmed with sugar—perfect for energy.
The flesh, rich in nutrients, was equally prized.
In this forsaken world, coconuts were practically gourmet delicacies.
The only problem? The trees towered skyward, impossible to reach unaided.
Meng Hao suspected others had encountered the same issue.
Of course, with an iron axe, one could fell the trees to obtain the coconuts—but such short-sightedness was akin to drinking poison to quench thirst.
No—climbing was the answer.
As a northerner, Meng Hao had been a master tree climber in his youth.
He once chased birds to the top of ancient village oaks.
Locals dubbed him "the little monkey king."
But coconut palms were different—taller, smoother, and far less forgiving.
He turned his gaze to the goblin guardian.
"Hey, big guy. Can you climb trees?"
The goblin responded with a blank stare: "???"
Pointing solemnly to the treetops, Meng Hao commanded:
"Get up there and fetch them for me."
The goblin, programmed for basic tasks, nodded vigorously.
He strapped the spear to his back, embraced the trunk, and began to climb—his limbs wrapping the tree like coiled vines.
To Meng Hao's astonishment, the guardian scaled the trunk effortlessly, as if he were walking flat ground.
Indeed, the goblin's essence—Woodborn Vitality—was tailor-made for such feats.
At heart, he was a walking tree.
Watching his servant at work, Meng Hao's pride swelled.
This was a warrior who battled zombies, gathered supplies, and scaled trees.
A true paragon of labor.
He deserved a medal.
Soon, the system chimed in:
[Coconut +1]
[Ding! God-Tier Luck Triggered. 100x Reward Activated.]
[Coconut +100]
And again—
[Coconut +1]
[Coconut +100]
And once more—
[Coconut +1]
[Coconut +100]
With arms folded and a wide grin on his face, Meng Hao watched the bounty roll in.
One coconut became a hundred.
With so many trees, fortune had smiled upon him once more.
Through the day's efforts, Meng Hao uncovered a pattern to the God-Tier Luck System:
Resource collection granted 100x rewards—but no bonus options.
Treasure chests, however, could trigger both reward and enhancement choices.
Had these coconuts come from a chest, he might've received coconut cream pie or some other delight.
Still, a 100x yield was no small windfall.
From a single tree with five coconuts, he now held 500 in hand.
Second tree, third, fourth…
The goblin labored tirelessly, an unsung hero of industry.
A true role model for all NPCs.
Then came the system's blue notification:
[Congratulations! All zombies eliminated. You've claimed this uninhabited island.]
[Would you like to devour the island to upgrade your base?]
Without hesitation, Meng Hao selected: Devour.
[Devouring in progress. Consumes 3 Zombie Crystal Coins. Duration: 10 minutes.]
A familiar azure glow enveloped both islands, merging them into the sea and sky.
The stone bridge linking them shimmered and transformed, now a conduit for assimilation.
The ground beneath his feet rumbled.
Waves crashed like thunder, bearing witness to the island's evolution.
With ten minutes to spare, Meng Hao turned to his treasure chests.
[Sandalwood Chest discovered. Open it?]
"Open."
Inside was a black, hefty stone.
[Iron Ore – Decayed Grade: A common metallic resource essential for survival. Quantity: 10.]
[Ding! God-Tier Luck Triggered. 100x Reward Options:]
Iron Ore ×1000
Copper Ore ×100
Upon reading the description, Meng Hao's expression darkened.
Iron ore? From a sandalwood chest? Are you kidding me?
He already had a surplus—thanks to abandoned vehicles on his previous island, he'd amassed 80,000 units post-bonus.
They filled over half of his storage ring.
And his mine produced more every ten minutes.
Clearly, he was not short on iron.
He selected the second option.
[Copper Ore +100]
He recalled that building a wooden house required copper.
With this addition, things were looking up.
A few more ropes and some glass, and he'd finally have a proper home.
The thought warmed him.
One day, he'd build a villa.
No—a castle.
This island world would one day bow to his dominion.