Survival for all, my island is the last pure land on earth.

Inside a cave in a primitive tribe, God the Father painfully cut open the spot where he had been shot, searching around but finding no trace of the bullet.

He let his wrist hang down listlessly and laughed at himself.

To think that one day he had fallen so low as to be defeated and rendered powerless without even seeing his opponent, and could only slink away to heal his wounds.

He paused for a moment, then took out some wound medicine and bandages from his backpack and bandaged himself up. While recovering, he idly browsed the leaderboard of the dungeon game.

His gaze froze for a moment when it met the top-ranked player, Qian Jinman: "Twenty thousand points, no wonder the gods gave the messenger special treatment, who can compare?"

After a moment of reflection, he casually scrolled past the list and continued scrolling down until he saw the assassins ranked over a hundredth, at which point he suddenly realized something was wrong.

It turned out that he hadn't been mistaken before; the demon cat had indeed betrayed him and the assassin, turning around and forming a partnership with the candied chestnut. Coupled with the big boss who hadn't shown up from beginning to end, his situation was already extremely dangerous.

God the Father, disregarding the fact that his wounds had not yet healed, hurriedly got up and tried to leave the cave entrance.

That damned demon cat even pretended to intuitively predict his death; it was clearly a trick by them to steal the token.

He rushed out of the cave, only to be forced back inside by the two figures in front of him.

The other person's eyes were cold; they clearly had ill intentions.

The Father of God, his nerves constantly on edge, asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"Full of money."

Abundant wealth?

The Father of God's gaze became blank. He looked up at the leaderboard, then turned to the woman before him: "Are you 'God's Messenger'?"

"you guess?"

The Father of God shook his head: "You are not."

He spoke with certainty, but inwardly he also had some doubts. This instance was created by the gods for the messengers. If Qian Jinman wasn't a messenger, then why was she able to enter?

His gaze passed over Jin Xiaoman and landed on Eloin: "Are you trying to avenge the natives?"

"you guess?"

"You want the token too?"

"Guess again?"

God the Father gritted his teeth; he was determined to get the token, and no one could stop him.

Jin Xiaoman raised her hand, and Eloun, wielding two swords, slashed at God's Father. God's Father dodged and took out a strange prop.

In an instant, an indescribable dizziness swept over Jin Xiaoman and Eloun. The scene before their eyes distorted and faded, the surrounding sounds were instantly sucked away, and only a blurry buzzing sound remained in their ears.

Everything around me seemed to be changing, yet nothing seemed to have changed at all.

God the Father consumed all the time value of the "Sighing Clock" in one go, directly rewinding to five minutes earlier.

At that time, he was still foolishly checking the points leaderboard.

Elohn was transported back to where he was five minutes earlier, and once again only God the Father remained in the cave.

He secretly rejoiced that he had been accumulating "Sighing Clock" time points without using them since entering the instance, which saved his life.

Ignoring his worsening wounds, he scrambled to his feet again and ran wildly toward the cave entrance, only to collide with someone and be thrown back into the cave.

When God the Father saw who it was, he was instantly overwhelmed by immense fear.

He was now genuinely afraid of this elusive person whose fighting strength was unknown: "Give me a hint, are you here for the token? I think we can cooperate."

Jin Xiaoman, holding up a sign that read "Prosperous and Flourishing Era," pressed closer, saying, "Guess~"

The Father of God is fed up with this question: "Just tell me, what do you want?"

Jin Xiaoman: "Can I see your puppet?"

God the Father: "???"

"Since you want to see him, sure. Speaking of which, you two are old friends."

He raised his hand, and a wisp of mist appeared, within which was a humanoid creature.

Jin Xiaoman took out a small electric fan from her backpack and blew it in the direction of God the Father. Soon, the somewhat chilly fog disappeared without a trace.

Jin Xiaoman: "Using dry ice is such a waste."

God the Father: "..."

That's not dry ice, that's the gas used to maintain the puppets, damn it!

The Father of God raised his hand again, and the humanoid creature looked up, turned around somewhat stiffly, and aimed at Jin Xiaoman.

Just like the case of being carried away by the wind, I, who was turned into a puppet, was ashen-faced with terrifying purplish-black lines running down my skin. These lines seemed to have their own consciousness and would try to struggle out of my skin from time to time.

Although God's Father was unsure of Jin Xiaoman's strength, he was deeply wary of that earth-shattering shot and dared not underestimate it. He bit his finger and used the Blood Burning Technique.

Jin Xiaoman saw everything.

According to A-Ye's description of the "Ling Shu Puppet Contract" at the time, puppets were divided into two categories.

One type is in its normal state, where the corpse puppet can only exert 80% of its combat ability before birth; the other type is in its blood-burning state, where the corpse puppet can exert 150% of its combat ability before birth.

Moreover, the corpse puppets have no sense of pain or fear, and will fight until their bodies are shattered and they are completely unable to move. Therefore, "Prosperous Era" is of little use at this time.

Jin Xiaoman took a prop out of her backpack and smashed it on the ground, causing dust and gravel to fall from the top of the cave.

The Father of God slowly shifted his gaze from Jin Xiaoman's face to the giant hammer on the ground. Before he could react, his proud Puppet King was smashed to pieces by Jin Xiaoman's hammer.

Looking back on the past, God the Father's life was undoubtedly a success.

His parents were well-off and devoted all their resources to his upbringing from a very young age. He worked very hard and lived up to their expectations, consistently ranking at the top of various prestigious schools and becoming the kind of child that others admired.

Of course, he was not satisfied with this kind of life. He was burdened with high expectations and was destined to be strictly disciplined, especially by his father, who would nag him with inexplicable words every day, putting him under tremendous pressure.

He once fell into depression and almost did something drastic. Fortunately, he later found a way to indulge himself, which was to abuse some small animals that could not speak.

He enjoyed the feeling of deciding the life or death of a person, so by day he was a social elite that everyone envied, and by night he transformed into a cruel butcher. This situation was finally completely released when he entered a desert island survival game, and he finally found himself.

He thought his life would continue to go smoothly forever.

But reality is cruel. The terrifying woman opposite him smashed his painstakingly cultivated puppet with a single blow, rendering his final killing move useless.

"You..." God the Father's fingers trembled. He had never been so aware that death was imminent: "Don't kill me, please."

Jin Xiaoman whispered a few words in his ear, managing to extract some information about the token, and her heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

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