Hunter Carter was thrown so hard that he was completely dazed, and it took him a great effort to get up from the ground. He staggered over to the group of apes and finally managed to squeeze in.

George White lay quietly on a mat made of straw, motionless, as if already dead.

Hunter Carter felt for the artery in its neck—its heartbeat was already gone. He began performing chest compressions on George White.

The surrounding gorillas didn’t understand Hunter Carter’s intentions. They thought he was disrespecting their elder and began to roar angrily, their hair standing on end, as if they wanted to tear Hunter Carter apart right then and there.

The giant ape was far more intelligent than the others. It let out a mighty roar, seemingly warning its companions not to act rashly. Under its intimidation, the group of apes obediently retreated, giving Hunter Carter plenty of space to work.

Beads of sweat broke out on Hunter Carter’s forehead. If he couldn’t revive George White, he probably wouldn’t have a chance to survive himself.

He clenched his right fist and struck down hard.

After seven consecutive blows, George White finally opened its eyes slowly.

The surrounding gorillas cheered with joy at seeing George White come back to life, their gratitude toward Hunter Carter reaching its peak.

Hunter Carter opened the first aid kit, took out a stethoscope and a blood pressure monitor, and gave George White a thorough examination. George White’s condition was even worse than Hunter Carter had expected—its heart function was very poor, on the verge of failure.

From Hunter Carter’s expression, George White seemed to realize something and calmly said, “Doctor, just tell me the truth. Am I beyond saving?”

“Your condition is very serious. Several of your organs are showing signs of failure. If circumstances allowed, I could perform an organ transplant for you, which might extend your life. But right now, we’re stranded on a deserted island.”

George White let out a sigh, its gaze drifting into the distance as it fell into deep thought. After a long while, George White finally spoke: “I knew this day would come eventually… I’m tired… I’m really tired…”

Hunter Carter felt sorry for George White’s fate. After all, there were very few George White in the world who could speak human language. He asked curiously, “Have you always lived on this island?”

George White nodded. “Ever since I came to this world, I’ve lived on this deserted island. It’s been exactly fifty years now…” Two streams of cloudy tears slowly slid down its deeply wrinkled face. It slowly stood up, and the giant ape hurried to its side to support its arm.

“Come with me!” George White signaled for the giant ape to pick it up and slowly walked into the forest.

Hunter Carter followed behind George White and arrived at a stone house. The giant ape carefully set George White down, and George White turned to Hunter Carter and said, “This is the place where I first arrived.”

Full of curiosity, Hunter Carter followed George White into the stone house, and what he saw inside left him stunned. By the window stood a small wooden bed, covered with an exquisitely crafted blanket. On the small table in front of the bed was a little lamp and a beautiful tea set.

Could these things have been salvaged from the crashed plane? But judging by the woven patterns and the shape of the tea set, they all looked very strange—nothing Hunter Carter had ever seen before. George White seemed to notice Hunter Carter’s confusion and sat down on the small bed. “All these things come from my homeland.”

“Your homeland?”

“I come from a continent called Grandia, a land full of rivers and mountains. The entire continent is divided into east and west by the Yiguraba River. The east and north of the continent border the sea, and the Lande Empire where I lived is on the west side of the Yiguraba River,” George White explained in detail.

Hunter Carter felt completely lost. He had always thought his geography was pretty good, but he had never heard of any of the places George White mentioned. Was it possible that the excessive aphrodisiac in his system had muddled his brain?

“Aren’t you from Earth?” Hunter Carter asked in confusion.

“Human?” George White gave a bitter smile and patiently explained, “I don’t belong to this world. Fifty years ago, I came here through the Divine Passage, hoping to find an elixir of immortality for His Majesty. But I ended up stranded on this deserted island. I couldn’t leave, and since I hadn’t completed my mission for His Majesty, I was too ashamed to return. So I stayed here, year after year, day after day.”

“All these years, has no one else ever come here?”

George White shook its head. “Five years ago, that huge spaceship suddenly crashed from the sky. I thought I could leave with it, but everyone on board died here. After that incident, the island quickly returned to its former tranquility, and no one has come here since.” The “spaceship” it spoke of was the crashed airliner.

“That’s impossible. There’s ocean all around—maybe a ship will pass by!” Hunter Carter still held onto a sliver of hope.

George White smiled bitterly. “At first, I was as hopeful as you. But as time went on, that hope faded bit by bit, until I finally accepted reality.”

Hunter Carter’s heart sank to the bottom. Was he really going to spend the rest of his life on this deserted island? No, he couldn’t accept such a fate.