"We are a team. If we stay together, we can help each other. Why won't you let me build my shelter here?"
Han Feng frowned, his face showing a trace of displeasure.
Liu Chushuang's expression remained cold. "The three of us are women, and you're the only man. What if you have bad intentions and try to sneak into our huts at night?"
"What the hell?! I'm not that kind of person!"
Han Feng was furious. He had always been an upright man, his integrity as clear as day. How could she accuse him of something so vile?
Liu Chushuang curled her lips in disdain. "You can never truly know someone's heart. Who knows what you're really thinking?"
Han Feng swept his gaze over her from head to toe, then said with a smirk, "Honestly, you don't need to worry at all. Even if I were desperate, you're not exactly my type."
"What did you just say?!"
Liu Chushuang's chest rose and fell violently, her beautiful eyes flashing with anger.
She was, after all, a stunning beauty, and yet in Han Feng's eyes, she was completely undesirable?
"Oh, now you're mad? Weren't you enjoying yourself when you were accusing me just now? Can dish it out but can't take it, huh?"
Han Feng's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"You—"
Liu Chushuang's lips trembled with fury, her eyes glaring at him as she clenched her fists, looking ready to throw a punch.
Sensing that the tension was about to explode, Zhao Yunxi quickly intervened. "Han Feng, it's indeed inconvenient for you to stay with us. How about setting up a little farther away?"
"Hmph. As if I even wanted to stay with you all."
Han Feng snorted coldly, turned around, and walked away.
If this place didn't welcome him, then so be it. He'd find somewhere else.
Would he somehow cease to exist just because he wasn't with them?
As she watched him leave, Yue Lingshan's eyes showed a hint of guilt. She murmured, "Are we being too harsh on him? Won't he be upset?"
"Ugh, just look at that arrogant attitude. He's so annoying. Ignore him."
Liu Chushuang snorted.
Zhao Yunxi changed the subject. "Let's focus on building our shelter."
After parting ways with the three women, Han Feng wandered around the island.
Since he needed to build a shelter, he had to find the best possible location.
After scouting the entire island for over ten minutes, he finally stopped in front of a massive boulder.
Placing a shelter next to a big rock wasn't necessarily the most strategic choice.
However, the key factor was that next to the boulder, there was a small pool of water, about thirty centimeters in diameter. The water was crystal clear, bubbling gently.
No matter the circumstances, a water source was always the most precious resource.
The so-called Heavenly Dao had only provided three bottles of mineral water. Even if he rationed them carefully, they would only last a day or two at most.
But if the pool's water was drinkable, then he'd never have to worry about hydration again.
This was the main reason he chose this location.
Now, the only question was—was the water safe to drink?
If it was toxic, drinking it would be suicidal.
Han Feng gazed at the small pool thoughtfully.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind.
"Stop staring. I'm pure and clean. I contain various minerals and fully meet drinking water standards. However, my daily production is limited—I can only generate the equivalent of ten bottles of mineral water per day."
"Excellent!"
A smile spread across Han Feng's lips.
Ten bottles per day wasn't much, but it was more than enough for daily survival.
Without hesitation, he took out the Blueprint for a Straw Hut, selected a suitable spot, and placed it on the ground.
With a sudden flash of light, a humble straw hut materialized.
The hut stood three meters tall, five meters long, and two and a half meters wide.
It was extremely simple—the roof, walls, window frames, and even the door were all made of straw.
After giving it a quick once-over, Han Feng stepped inside.
Aside from the small pool in the corner, the interior was completely bare. He was practically living in an empty shell.
At that moment, the hut's voice rang in his mind.
"I may be simple, but I'm not useless! At the very least, I can shield you from wind and rain. Plus, I can be upgraded! Just gather more straw, and I can become sturdier. I can even create straw mats, straw beds, and straw tables. You shouldn't underestimate me!"
Hearing this, Han Feng's mind began to turn.
The hut was completely empty—where was he supposed to sleep? Surely he couldn't just lie on the floor?
The best solution would be to make a straw bed.
If that wasn't possible, then at the very least, a straw mat would do.
But before that, he needed to set up the wooden fence and plant his seeds.
Stepping out of the hut, he took out the Blueprint for a Wooden Fence and placed it on the ground.
Immediately, a silver light spread across the ground.
The next moment, a wooden fence about a meter high rose up, surrounding the straw hut completely.
With the fence in place, his shelter was finally taking shape.
Han Feng walked over to inspect it, then reached out to touch it.
Suddenly, a voice shrieked in his mind.
"Enough already! Don't you know I have a cleanliness obsession?"
Han Feng: "..."
The fence was actually talking to him.
A wooden fence with a germophobic personality?
"Take your dirty hands off me! You're disgusting!"
The voice came again, filled with disgust and frustration.
Han Feng's eyes darkened.
With a smirk, he placed both hands on the fence and began rubbing it vigorously.
The fence let out a mournful wail.
"Ahhh! I'm contaminated! I want to die! Just destroy me already!!!"
Han Feng chuckled. "Next time, show some respect, or I'll rub you until you break."
Ignoring the fence's pitiful cries, he moved to an empty patch of land and pulled out a military shovel.
He dug ten small holes, each about the size of a bowl, with precise spacing of twenty centimeters between them.
Han Feng had never farmed before, so he wasn't sure how deep the holes should be.
After some thought, he took out the mysterious bag of seeds.
"Whoa! The kid knows how to dig!"
"Finally, we can rest in peace!"
"Why are you so excited? Look at how deep those holes are—he's planning to bury us alive!"
"You're right! Five centimeters would've been enough, but this guy went thirty centimeters deep. He's got no clue what he's doing!"
"He's obviously never farmed before. At least he managed to dig the holes—let's not set our expectations too high."
Hearing this, Han Feng stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, then grabbed the shovel and started filling the holes back up.
Soon, all ten holes were reduced to a depth of five centimeters.
"Wait, what just happened?"
"I'm starting to seriously suspect that he can hear us."
"That's impossible! I told you, only a god would have that ability!"
A slow smile spread across Han Feng's face as he narrowed his eyes at the ten seeds.
His lips curved into a mysterious arc as he spoke in a low voice.
"I… am God."
The ten seeds: "..."