I Noticed That It Was an Academy After 10 Years

I noticed that it was an academy after 0.10 Years

No more traps.

Nothing abnormal in the residential condition.

Nothing over the fence.

The 3650th hatching on the stone tablet for record is over.

Morning gymnastics starts in the front yard in the warm sunlight.

You don’t need a command. After repeating it thousands of times, even head-to-head beats without a command. After finishing the gymnastics, I go back home and pack my tools right away. There is no time to waste. Living on an uninhabited island means starving to death if you don’t move diligently.

“What did you have to do today?”

Go to the beach and check if there are any fish caught in the fishing nets you set up, pick up some palm trees, mend your tools, send out meaningless distress signals, check if something has washed up on the beach.

There are so many even in the morning.

In the afternoon, I clean the ingredients I brought, hunt, plan new traps to install around the house, and tour the island.

An uninhabited island about the size of Ulleungdo is an uninhabited island with many troublesome problems.

There are so many monsters to eat in this small place. My teeth still grind when I think of those tasteless bastards.

“Where does not a single person fall? I wish I had one more person to work with. It’s fine if you just talk to me.”

He walks down the street, sputtering out words to himself that no one will listen to.

It was terribly refreshing to start the morning with a shovel that had been with me for many years slung over my shoulder, well-dried beef jerky in my mouth, and humming a song.

When I walk down the street breathing in such fresh air, sometimes, in fact, I often miss the muddy air.

Soot that stings your nose, suffocating cigarette smoke, and the smell of makeup applied to your face. The fragrant smell of coffee.

When I was hungry, I poured water into a pot, boiled it, and ate it while blowing it in front of the computer. The spicy smell.

Those smells that could be smelled anywhere.

But it’s already been 10 years since I haven’t smelled that smell.

“I want to eat ramen. Ramen, Ramen, Ramen…”

As I walked down the street chewing on the nostalgia of the past, the blue and transparent sea like a jewel spread out in front of my eyes. It is a familiar sight. Because this beach was no different from the place of life that I was sick of visiting.

When I entered such a place of life, I saw a different scene than usual.

“Oh, a treasure ship?”

Today, a boat came riding the waves.

It’s a wreck though.

In this way, on rare occasions, shipwrecks are carried ashore by waves. Because there were various types of warships, merchant ships, and fishing ships, I used to get valuable materials from those wrecks. Sometimes, it is like a supply that the sea gives me.

Instead of that, there was the minor problem of sometimes having to cut up a bloated corpse like soaked rice left on the boat and bury it. If I put it in as it is, it will turn into a zombie and knock on the wooden walls of my house all day long.

Cutting up a corpse is essential even for a good night’s sleep.

I put the basket down on the floor and looked at the debris from the shipwreck that had washed up. Looking at the splendid paintings painted on the boards that were supposed to be the body of the ship, it seems that this ship could be a passenger ship or a ship belonging to someone of a higher rank.

Otherwise, there is no reason to draw a fancy picture on the outside.

After rummaging for a while, I dragged a few planks that looked reasonably usable and an oak barrel that felt heavy to the sandy beach. Unfortunately, the other items weren’t very useful.

“Oak Barrel~Oak Barrel~What’s in it~”

I hope it contains something useful. Preserved foods such as pickles are good, and jewelry is good because it is not bad to use as a toy after cutting it in moderation, and things like clothes and oil are also good. If you can afford it, everything is useful.

I’m not calling a wreck a treasure ship for nothing. Although they make and use various materials for food self-sufficiency on an uninhabited island, they had to rely on shipwrecks for jewelry and vegetables that could not be grown on uninhabited islands.

It’s even better if you’re lucky enough to get seedlings. Whether the land here is the worst for farming, or whether the seedlings ate seawater and became delicious, I’ve never seen them sprout, but I’ll give it a try anyway.

“Why doesn’t it open like this?”

Maybe it’s because I drank a lot of water, it’s very slippery. Eventually, I pushed the blade of the shovel into the gap and forcibly opened the lid and poked my head in to check the contents of the oak barrel.

“Huh?”

People? Female? Pink hair is such a strange hair color. The heroine of my favorite game had pink hair too. Seeing that the clothes are quite luxurious, it seems that she could be a noble lady.

“I guess he hid in an oak barrel to live.”

It’s pretty common.

Once they float in the water, if you’re lucky, you might end up on the beach like this… But most of them just become corpses of starvation and float in the sea forever or sink to the bottom. Still, this body seems to have died not long ago.

I took the pink hair out of the tub. Laying my pink hair on the sandy beach, I glanced over the body of the pink hair with my eyes. It caught my eye that his voluptuous body was wet and wet. I don’t have a taste for lusting after corpses, but maybe it’s because it’s been years since I’ve seen such a fine corpse.

Let’s cut it up quickly and bury it in the graveyard. If you do it wrong, you will cross the line. No matter how uninhabited an island is, I don’t want to give up on humans.

It’s still warm… It’s said that he wasn’t broken enough to do such a thing with a corpse while spitting out dark lines.

Raise the shovel over your head. If I hit it like this, like the other corpses buried in the graveyard I made, it will turn into a mass of human beings. Even the deceased would be better than becoming zombies.

That was the moment I was about to hit the corpse with a shovel. Suddenly the corpse opened its eyes. Pink eyes met mine. I couldn’t help but stiffen in the position I lifted the shovel. Pink and golden eyes. Odd Eye. I know a person, or rather a character, with eyes like that.

Survival Academy.

Karina. A priestess of Calonism.

“…Live…Give…Give…”

After saying a short word, she closed her eyes again. It seems fainted.

“All schedules for today are cancelled.”

I hugged her, spitting out her own words that no one would hear.