Trapped on a Terrifying Island, This Good-for-Nothing Just Wants to Survive

1.

“Long ago, Yeh Island was haunted by monsters called Rakshasa ghosts, with red hair, green eyes, and dark blue skin, their faces fierce and terrifying. They roamed at night, craving blood and flesh, disrupting sacrifices. They could also transform into cicadas, swarming and attacking humans. Those attacked either died horribly or turned into Rakshasa ghosts. To avoid night attacks, the villagers dared not leave their homes from seven at night until five the next morning, huddling inside in fear.

“A brave warrior, hearing of the villagers’ plight, mounted his horse with a sword and bow, engaging in fierce battle with the Rakshasa ghosts. During the fight, tiny ghosts turned into poisonous cicadas to bite him, but they disintegrated the moment they touched his blood. Eventually, he shot and killed the ghost king with an arrow and beheaded it, scattering the remaining ghosts.

“To protect the village from further ghostly harm, he sealed it with his own blood, deterring demons and spirits. Since then, Yeh Island has been free from Rakshasa ghosts and cicada sounds, hence the name ‘Cicada Hiding Town.’ To honor him, the villagers revered him as the Ghost Hunting Warrior God, enshrined in the Cicada Hiding Shrine. Only later did people learn he was an incarnation of the Mantis God, the natural enemy of cicadas.”

“Cicada Hiding Town harbors a deadly virus, causing initial symptoms like fever, vomiting, diarrhea, rash, and subcutaneous bleeding. Without timely intervention, the condition rapidly worsens within days, leading to organ dissolution, skin detachment, and death from bleeding orifices. Worse, the virus’s genes can integrate into the host’s DNA, affecting future generations.

“The outbreak occurred in the 1940s, predating Ebola, and was mysteriously controlled later. Once etched into the genes, the virus can be inherited. Infected individuals must take immediate measures to prevent genetic contamination. The research institute believes that individuals with the viral gene may develop the disease under specific conditions.

“The simplest way to tackle this strange disease is vaccination. If infected without vaccination, antiviral drugs can be used. Although still in clinical trials, these drugs are reportedly effective.”

2.

The girl leaned on her sword sheath for support, standing unsteadily with a smirk of mockery and sadness on her lips.

The myths of Yeh Island are a mix of truth and fiction, enough to break both believers and skeptics.

The so-called Rakshasa ghosts were not evil spirits but just poor souls infected with the strange disease. The real evil spirits were those behind the scenes who brought them to this plight.

The Blood of the Gods was no panacea. It only prevented humans from becoming Rakshasa ghosts, not reverting them back to normal, and even brought deeper disasters to these unfortunate souls.

“I’m sorry, I’m too powerless…”

Thinking of Chunxi’s transformation into a Rakshasa ghost and the grotesque scene of the small ghost writhing and smoking from consuming her blood, the girl drew her katana again.

“All I can do now is to end everyone’s suffering…”

Under the fierce flames, two blades danced wildly, casting terrifying red glares. Black and blue heads and limbs were severed, splashing blood and staining the priestess’s white robe and the Hwarang’s dao robe.

Yet, the Rakshasa ghosts surged like waves, relentless.

The wooden house began to collapse in the roaring flames. Yun Xia Kui picked up a burning log, swinging it around to keep the evil spirits at bay.

The siblings fought and retreated, trying to break through the encirclement.

The priestess’s sword gradually dulled and finally snapped with a clang. Discarding the broken blade, she quickly drew her backup weapon, a short sword, and continued fighting the Rakshasa ghosts.

Yun Xia Kui shouted, “The short sword is too small! Do you need a better weapon?”

The girl’s sword movements grew more laborious. Struggling to keep up, she gasped, “Close combat isn’t good for shooting arrows… and there aren’t many bullets left in the gun…”

“It’s okay! The Ghost Hunting General’s shrine is close, and there are plenty of weapons there!”

3.

The unknown depths of the residential area, seemingly completely isolated from the outside world, remained silent.

However, quietness did not mean nothing was happening. The island was rife with inexplicable high-tech, perhaps even a high-density soundproof wall around the “tribe.”

Genji remained vigilant in the car, scanning his surroundings, but the familiar figure he awaited never appeared.

Restless and unable to sit still, he searched the car for a suitable tool but found only a flashlight.

Opening the trunk, he rummaged through the items with the flashlight, eventually pulling out a crowbar.

I’m sorry, Ms. Somezaki, I just can’t stay outside, at ease

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Holding the flashlight and crowbar, the boy ran through the alleys, the wind howling in his ears.

When he felt his throat burning and his lungs about to burst, a dim, giant arch loomed in front of him, chillingly cold under the moonlight.

He bypassed the barricade, climbed over the gate, and upon seeing flickering flames nearby, ran towards them without hesitation.

Ignoring the rolling heads, dismembered limbs, and spilling entrails along the road, he called out the girl’s name loudly.

Finally, he found her near a shrine, along with the “Confucian scholar” lying on the ground with his guts spilled.

The girl sat slumped against the wall, her white top in tatters, the remaining fabric stained deeper than her red hakama.

Genji rushed to embrace her but felt unevenness on her skin. Trembling, he lifted the misshapen fabric—her body was covered in mangled wounds, some even exposing bone.

“Don’t touch… I’m filthy all over…”

Genji was at a loss. Afraid that hugging her would cause more pain, yet fearing she’d fall apart if he let go, he tearfully wiped the blood from her lips.

“It’s clean here…” she whispered weakly. “Close your eyes, Susa-kun…”

Confused, Genji complied.

“Gently swallow, don’t dislike it…”

Suddenly, her lips met his in a gentle, irresistible force, accompanied by a faint taste of blood.

In the dim light, they embraced in a tender, prolonged kiss.

Sorry, I didn’t expect my first kiss to be like this. But doing this will prevent Susa-kun from getting infected, right?

I killed so many tonight; I’ll be hated…

If only I weren’t a Divine Descendant.

The girl thought as she collapsed heavily into the boy’s arms. She felt her soul peeling away, drifting above this land of misfortune.

“Take me back to Shejia Town…” she mustered her last strength to leave these final words.