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

Taking a few deep breaths, he did not assimilate immediately. He knew nothing about the world, and in a literal sense, the opportunity for assimilation is extremely precious, and the above mentioned the issue of migration.

“What if there is a better option?”

Roger hesitated a little.

He was so excited at this time that he had to find something for himself to calm his mind completely.

Walk into the wooden house with your luggage.

The environment inside is really worthy of the adjective of dilapidation. Except for one bed that is complete, the rest of the wooden furniture has basically been removed.

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

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

Of course, the bookshelf is also empty.

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

"Is this a decoration myself?"

Although I have done a lot of work in my previous life, it is obviously not included in the list of house repairs.

“It would be great if I could live in the lighthouse.”

But Roger just thought about it and the other party saved his life.

In addition, if he read it correctly, the man obviously had a gun in his hand, so he could only slowly find ways to show his presence and see if he could get some help from him.

After spending a whole morning, Roger cleaned up the garbage and dust inside the wooden house. During this time, the man came again. This time he brought Roger some rice, flour, canned food and some compressed vegetables.

He also told Roger that there was Tamsui not far behind the woods. After a few words, the man seemed to be in a hurry and turned around and left.

His head was still a little drowsy and his body didn't have much strength. After eating some canned food at noon, he took a short rest, and Roger went around the woods not far behind him.

He didn't walk far away, but just got familiar with the terrain and found the spring water, and returned to the wooden house.

After thinking about it over and over again, he decided to activate his special ability here.

Roger also thought about finding a better place after leaving here, but what made him more worried was whether he would always close the door to open the special abilities after he refused this time.

If that is the case, he will lose a lot.

"At worst, just stay on the island for a little longer. I know nothing about the world. Staying here may be a disguised protection."

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

In an instant, a strange feeling rose from his heart, as if there was an inexplicable force connecting him with the wooden house where he was.

This feeling is strange, not the feeling of being integrated, but more like symbiosis.

Without dazzling light and shadow effects, everything was completed in an instant, except for a wooden house model that appeared in Roger's mind.

He tried to control his mind and clicked.

A ruined seaside wooden house:

Level: 0

With the most basic structure, you can barely complete rest and maintain ordinary life, the only furniture is a wooden bed.

The independent study is worthy of praise, but unfortunately, there is no knowledge there.

Completeness: 79%

Please repair it as soon as possible to enable all functions of the cabin.

Recovering wooden bed: No matter how tired you are, just rest for more than eight hours on it, you can be energetic and become a sorcerer's harvester again.

Roger took the initiative to block the last sentence: On this deserted island, he was the only one with a man as strong as a bear.

"What a strange ability."

A surprise in his heart, Roger sat on the bed and felt it carefully, but he did not notice anything unusual.

Seeing the completeness displayed on the information in the wooden house, a thought popped up in Roger.

"If I repair this wooden house intact, will there be some other functions?"

Do it when you think about it.

But Roger cleaned up and found helplessly that he was a good wife and couldn't cook without rice. He didn't have any other broken wooden boards, hammers, nails and wooden saws that he cleaned up in the room.

In desperation, Roger had to close the door and quickly walked towards the lighthouse.

What he was wearing was probably the man's clothes, and the clothes were extremely fat, and Roger looked like a ridiculous monkey when he was wearing them.

"Isn't my body underage yet?"

There is no road on the island, and the man is obviously not a diligent person. It just rained last night and there was mud everywhere.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The iron door is still closed at the lighthouse.

Roger knocked on the door, but no one responded.

"Is anyone?"

He shouted, then knocked on the door again.

"Have you gone out?"

Roger was a little confused, but just when he was about to leave, the iron door suddenly opened, and the man's majestic body blocked the door, looking at Roger with a cautious look on his face.

"What's up?"

He was panting and had a little sweat on his face.

Is it too hurrying to leave?

"Well……"

"Are there any tools like hammers and nails here?"

Roger asked.

"The house is leaking everywhere, and I have to live here for another month. I have to repair it before the next thunderstorm, otherwise I will not be able to live there."

Roger looked into the room, hoping to get help from the other party.

The man blocked Roger's vision, he hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

"Wait here."

After saying that, he closed the door and went upstairs.

Roger tried to pull the door handle.

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

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

Roger was alert.

In the movies of previous lives, there were many men and women who committed suicide, but they finally lost their lives because of curiosity.

"When you get the tools, you can stay away from the lighthouse and reduce 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 he was not bad in nature.

Don't be dying yourself.

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

"Everything you want is here."

"Not here, neither do I."

The implication is that he doesn't seem to want Roger to disturb him again. The rice flour he left for Roger before was enough to consume a month.

"Thank you sir."

"If you need tools, you can go to me at any time..."

“I have a spare one.”

The man said coldly, and after saying that, before Roger could react, he planned to close the iron door directly.

"etc!"

Hearing Roger's voice, the man's face changed suddenly. He widened his eyes and a fierce aura rushed towards him.

"What are you going to do?"

The man stared at Roger tightly, like a beast ready to attack at any time.

Roger swallowed the non-existent saliva as he rolled his throat.

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

"Sir, I have no other meaning."

“It’s so boring to be alone on the island, I only need a few books.”

"A few books are fine."
Chapter completed!