After repeated confirmation several times, Roger tried to calm himself down, he had to make sure that everything in front of him was not an illusion.

Taking a few deep breaths, he did not assimilate right away, he knew nothing about this world, and in a literal sense, the opportunity for assimilation was extremely precious, and the issue of migration was also mentioned above.

"What if there were better options?"

Roger hesitated.

He was so excited right now, he had to find something for himself to calm down his brain completely.

Take your luggage and go into the hut.

The environment inside is really worthy of the adjective dilapidated, except for one bed that is complete, the rest of the wooden furniture has basically been dismantled.

The wooden house is divided into several rooms, kitchen, bathroom, living room and storage room. In addition, Roger saw a simple bookshelf in one room.

Obviously, the original owner of the cabin should be a studious person.

Of course, the bookshelves are also empty.

After checking a few times, Roger found that although the structure of the wooden house seemed complete, many boards were missing on the roof, and there were many leaks in the house.

"Do you want me to decorate it myself?"

Although I have done many jobs in my previous life, house repairs are obviously not among them.

"Obviously there is room in the lighthouse, why don't you let me live there?"

It would be a lie to say there is no emotion. But Roger just thought about it, the other party saved his life, and if he read correctly, the man obviously had a gun in his hand.

His body is much stronger than his own, so it is definitely useless to play tricks, so he can only slowly find a way to improve his presence and see if he can get some help.

After working hard all morning, Roger cleaned up the garbage and dust inside the wooden house, during which the man came again, and this time he brought some rice noodles, canned food and some compressed vegetables to Roger.

He also told Roger that there was fresh water not far behind the woods, and after explaining a few words, the man seemed to be in a hurry, so he turned and left.

His head was still a little dizzy, and his body had no strength. He ate some canned food at noon and took a short rest. Roger went to the woods not far behind him for a walk.

He didn't go far, but just familiarized himself with the terrain, and after finding the spring, he returned to the wooden house.

After thinking twice, he still decided to activate his special ability right here.

Roger also thought about leaving here to find a better place, but he was more worried about whether he would close the door to special abilities forever after he refused this time.

If so, he would be at a loss.

"It's a big deal to stay on the island for more time. I don't know anything about this world. Staying here may be a form of protection."

Roger silently thought, at the same time, he controlled his thoughts and chose to assimilate the wooden house.

In an instant, a strange feeling rose from his heart, as if an inexplicable force connected him to the wooden house he was in.

It's a weird feeling, not a feeling of oneness, but more of a symbiosis.

There are no dazzling light and shadow effects, everything is completed in an instant, except for an extra wooden house model in Roger's mind.

He tried to control his thoughts and clicked.

[ Dilapidated Beach Hut:

*Level: 0

*Description: With the most basic structure, it can barely complete rest and maintain ordinary life. The only piece of furniture is a wooden bed.

*The independent study is commendable, but unfortunately, there is no knowledge there.

*Completeness: 79%

*Note: Please fix it as soon as possible to enable full functionality of the cabin.

*Restorative Wooden Bed: No matter how tired you are, as long as you rest on it for more than eight hours, you can refresh yourself and become the sorceress' harvester again. ]

Roger took the initiative to block the last sentence. On this deserted island, there are only him and a man as strong as a bear.

"What a strange ability."

Surprised in his heart, Roger sat on the bed and felt it carefully, but he didn't find anything unusual.

Seeing the completeness displayed on the cabin information, an idea came to Roger's mind.

"If I complete the restoration of this wooden house, will there be some other functions?"

Just do what comes to mind.

But Roger cleaned up, but found helplessly that except for some broken boards, hammers, nails and wooden saws that he had cleaned up in the room, he had nothing.

In desperation, Roger could only close the door and walk quickly to the lighthouse.

What he was wearing should be that man's clothes. The clothes were extremely fat, and Roger looked like a ridiculous monkey in them.

"My body isn't underage, is it?"

There are no roads on the island, and that man is obviously not a hardworking person, and it just rained last night, so there is mud everywhere.

Boom boom boom!

The iron gate at the lighthouse is still closed.

Roger knocked on the door, but there was no answer.

"Anyone there?"

He yelled and knocked on the door again.

"Did he go out?"

Roger was a little puzzled, but when he was about to leave, the iron door suddenly opened, and the man's majestic body blocked the door, looking at Roger warily.

"What's up?"

He was out of breath and sweat was still on his face.

Are you going too fast?

"Well……"

"Is there any tools like hammer and nails here?"

Roger asked.

"The house is leaking everywhere, and I'm going to live here for another month. I have to fix it before the next thunderstorm, or I won't be able to live here."

Roger looked into the room, and reminded the man again, hoping to get help from the other party.

The man blocked Roger's view, he hesitated, but nodded.

"Wait here."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door and went upstairs.

Roger tried the doorknob.

Sure enough, it was locked by the other party again.

This guy is either withdrawn and hates getting along with others, or he has some secrets.

Roger was wary.

In the movies of the previous life, there were many men and women who committed suicide because of curiosity.

"When you get the tool, stay away from the lighthouse, and reduce your contact with him before the supply ship arrives," Roger thought silently.

Although he was also curious, he didn't want to cause trouble. Since the other party was willing to save him, at least his nature was not bad.

I still don't want to kill myself.

At this moment, the iron door was opened, and the man came out carrying a small wooden box.

"Everything you want is here."

"There's nothing here, and neither do I."

The implication is that he doesn't want Roger to bother him again, and the rice noodles he left for Roger are enough for a month's consumption.

"Thank you, sir."

"If you need tools, you can always come to me... I have a spare."

The man said indifferently, and before Roger could react, he planned to close the iron door directly.

"Snapped!"

Roger stretched out his left leg against the threshold.

Seeing Roger's action, the man's face changed suddenly, his eyes widened, and a fierce breath rushed towards him.

"What are you going to do?"

The man stared at Roger like a beast ready to attack.

Throat rolling, Roger swallowed the saliva that wasn't there.

Under the strong pressure, he squeezed out a Hexi smile on his face.

"Sir, I don't mean anything else."

"It's too boring to be alone on the island, I just need a few books."

"A few books are fine."

Roger replied calmly.