After confirming it several times, Roger struggled to calm himself down, he had to make sure that everything in front of him was not a hallucination.

Taking a few deep breaths, he didn't assimilate right away, he didn't know anything about the world, and the opportunity to assimilate was incomparably precious in the literal sense of the word, and the problem of migration was mentioned above.

"What if there was a better option?"

Roger hesitated.

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

Walk into the cabin with your luggage.

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

The cabin was divided into several rooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, a living room, and a living room, in addition to which Roger saw a simple bookshelf.

Obviously, the original owner of the cabin was supposed to be a studious man.

Of course, the shelves were empty.

After a few laps, Roger found that although the structure of the wooden house seemed to be complete, there were many wooden planks missing from the roof, and there were many leaks in the house.

"Do you want me to decorate it myself?"

Although he had done a lot of work in his previous life, repairing a house was obviously not among them.

"It would be nice to live in a lighthouse."

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

In addition, if he was not mistaken, the man obviously had a gun in his hand, so he could only slowly find a way to brush up his sense of existence and see if he could get some help from him.

After a long morning's work, Roger cleaned the inside of the cabin from the rubbish and dust, during which the man came again, this time bringing Roger some rice noodles, canned food, and some compressed vegetables.

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

His head was still a little drowsy, and his body didn't have much strength, so he ate some canned food at noon and rested slightly, and Roger went to the woods not far behind him to take a turn.

He didn't go far, but familiarized himself with the terrain, and when he found the spring, he returned to the hut.

After thinking about it again, he decided to activate this special ability of his right here.

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

If that's the case, he's going to lose a lot.

"It's a big deal to stay on the island for a little longer, I don't know anything about this world, and staying here may be a kind of protection in disguise."

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, and there seemed to be an inexplicable force connecting him to the wooden house he was in.

It's a strange feeling, not the feeling of being one, but more like symbiosis.

There were no dazzling light and shadow effects, everything was done in an instant, except for an extra model of a wooden house in Roger's head.

He tried to control his mind and clicked.

Dilapidated seaside cabins:

Level: 0

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

It is commendable that there is a separate study, but unfortunately, there is no knowledge there.

Completeness: 79%

Please fix it as soon as possible to unlock the full functionality of the cabin.

Rejuvenating wooden bed: No matter how tired, just rest on it for more than eight hours and you can be refreshed and become a sorceress's reaper again.

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

"What a strange ability."

With a burst of surprise in his heart, Roger sat on the bed and felt it carefully, but he didn't find anything abnormal.

Seeing the completeness displayed on the information about the cabin, a thought popped up in Roger's mind.

"If I complete this cabin, will it have some other functions?"

Just do it when you think of it.

But Roger cleaned up, but helplessly found that he was a good woman who could not cook without rice, except for some broken planks cleaned up in the room, hammers, nails and wooden saws, he didn't have any.

In desperation, Roger could only close the door and walk briskly towards the lighthouse.

He was wearing the man's clothes, which were so fat that Roger wore them like a ridiculous monkey.

"I can't be underage in this body, right?"

There were no roads on the island, and the man was obviously not a diligent man, and it had just rained last night, and there was mud everywhere.

Knock knock!

The iron gate at the lighthouse is still closed.

Roger knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"Anyone?"

He shouted, then knocked on the door again.

"Did you go out?"

Roger was a little puzzled, but just as he was about to leave, the iron door suddenly opened, and the man's majestic body blocked the door, looking at Roger with a wary face.

"What's the matter?"

He was panting and sweaty.

Is it too much of a hurry?

"Uh......"

"Do you have tools like hammers, nails, etc., here?"

Roger asked.

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

Roger looked into the room, hoping to get help.

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

"Wait here."

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

Roger tried to pull on the doorknob.

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

This guy is either withdrawn and hates to get 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 died because of curiosity.

"When you get the tools, stay away from the lighthouse and reduce contact with him until the supply ship arrives."

Roger thought silently.

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

Don't die yourself.

Just then, the iron door was opened, and the man came out carrying a small wooden box.

"Everything you want is here."

"What I don't have here, I don't have either."

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

"Thank you, sir."

"If you need a tool, you can always go to me......"

"I have a spare."

The man said indifferently, and without waiting for Roger's reaction, he planned to close the iron door directly.

"Wait!"

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

"What are you going to do?"

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

Throat rolled, and Roger swallowed the non-existent saliva.

He withstood the strong pressure and squeezed out a kind smile on his face.

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

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

"A few copies are fine."

Roger replied with a pretense of composure.