American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Once Qi Shan revealed his identity, everyone quickly lost interest.

One by one, they went off to do their own things. Only Fatty was curious about Qi Shan's experiences and came over, saying, "I'm Harry, a gamer!"

"Just call me Qi Shan. I'm an outdoor enthusiast, I guess!"

Qi Shan smiled, slightly discerning the direction, and said, "This island looks good. I want to wander around. Do you want to join me?"

Harry was a little surprised. "Shouldn't we stay put? That's what the survival manual says."

"Is that so? Then I wish you good luck. But when I landed, I saw that this is just an isolated island, with no ships in sight. Waiting for rescue is just waiting. Rather than relying on others, I prefer to rely on myself."

After Qi Shan finished speaking, he smiled at Harry, turned, and left.

Harry was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Given the chaotic situation before him, Qi Shan had already ruled out the possibility of it being a movie. Based on the personnel distribution and the complex backgrounds of the individuals, there was a ninety percent or higher chance that this was some kind of American drama plot.

However, Qi Shan really didn't have much knowledge of American dramas.

Or rather, even if he wanted to study them, he wouldn't know where to start.

Qi Shan had no memory of that kind of thing in his mind.

So, the best way now was to stay outside the plot, keeping himself in a detached position.

This way, he could maintain a certain influence without affecting the plot.

This would maximize the probability of breaking the situation.

If he intervened too deeply and directly changed the plot, unforeseen events might occur.

Besides, with such a suitable environment right in front of him, how could he pass up the opportunity to survive on a deserted island?

Showing off in front of a group of people, just thinking about it, was surprisingly exciting.

Qi Shan lacked nothing here; he could even create things directly.

If Qi Shan wanted to, he could even transform the deserted island into a floating palace, its extravagance surpassing even Las Vegas.

Surviving on a deserted island was just a special kind of vacation.

After only saying a few words to Harry, stating his position, Qi Shan went straight into the forest.

Judging from the level of chaos among the survivors on the beach, it would probably take them several days to calm down.

Sooner or later, the survivors would abandon the camp on the beach and instead look for freshwater resources and build a new camp nearby.

In order to keep his distance from the survivors without being too far away, Qi Shan chose a pool of water surrounded by a bamboo forest.

This pool was almost embedded in the cliffs. A dozen meters below was a rocky beach, surrounded by uneven black rocks.

The pool was connected to streams in front and behind, winding down along a shallow ditch, eventually flowing into a flat banana grove.

There was a stone wall and a fairly large flat area there, which was very suitable for building a large camp.

The flat area Qi Shan chose was only about 40 square meters and was occupied by the small pool for a third of its area.

So choosing here should be the best location.

Looking up at the sky, the blue sky that had been so clear just now was now covered with multiple layers of clouds.

These clouds of varying thickness were gathering towards the center at a speed visible to the naked eye. When they connected, they would form true dark clouds.

Sure enough, this island was the center of the world; only on this island could changes in the weather be influenced.

Qi Shan shook his head and stopped paying attention to the weather.

Bamboo is the best herbaceous plant and is very suitable for building a camp.

Wood Release: Four-Pillar Home Technique could easily build a three-story villa that could accommodate all the survivors, but Qi Shan wouldn't do that.

Building a survival hut little by little that they could understand was still Qi Shan's goal.

Taking a small paratrooper knife in his hand, he first took out the parachute from his backpack.

After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and knotted all the paratrooper ropes into 30-centimeter-long segments.

Then, gathering his fingers into a knife, he easily cut down a large area of bamboo.

After trimming the branches, he deliberately retained some of the rough appearance, then tied two of them together with paratrooper rope, bundling the bamboo side by side to create a raft.

These bamboos were only about as thick as two fingers. Although they were tied together, they still had a certain degree of flexibility.

Afterward, Qi Shan specially found a few thick bamboos and built two X-shaped frames, and then used two bamboos as beams to connect the X-shaped frames together.

Then, he tied the bamboo rafts to the front and back, forming a simple shelter hut.

The triangular spaces on the left and right sides were also made in the same way, and soon both sides were blocked up.

Inside, he laid two thick layers of bamboo mats on the ground, and then ran into the forest to find a few huge banana leaves, supervising the crisscross of the mats on the outside, fixed with thin ropes, temporarily serving as rain cloths.

Then, he found some dry straw. After finishing, he spread a thick layer in the hut and padded it with a few banana leaves.

In this way, a simple single-person shelter hut was completed.

The area of the bamboo hut was not high, only 1.5 meters, and the base was about 1.5 x 2 meters, just enough for one person to lie down in.

Originally, Qi Shan planned to raise the shelter about 30 centimeters, after all, in the dense forest, the ground is the traffic artery for all creatures.

If the bed is placed on the ground, it is easy to be awakened at night by small insects or reptiles.

Of course, this is only for ordinary people. For Qi Shan, just the aura he unintentionally emits would prevent any ordinary creatures from approaching.

Having a shelter to pretend is enough. Would he really live here at night?

Qi Shan twitched the corner of his mouth, entered the shelter, gently pressed one hand on the ground, and whispered in his heart: Earth Release, Matter Transformation!

The ground trembled gently. In Qi Shan's consciousness, the solid rock layer was forcibly squeezed out of a space of about 200 square meters by the suddenly surging power.

The height was about 3.5 meters.

"The size should be about right!"

Qi Shan nodded slightly, his body sinking down little by little, muttering to himself.

"What style should I decorate it in this time? How about Japanese style?"