Although he had prepared himself mentally, now that the day had actually arrived, Chuck couldn't help but feel his blood pumping faster and his heart racing.
Unlike the previous two passive encounters, where he had no choice but to fight a life-or-death battle with a fierce beast, this time was different, similar to when he hunted the wild boar.
Chuck was actively going to seek out trouble with the beasts.
This meant there was no retreat, no room for regret. He had to be fully prepared before acting, and once he made up his mind, he had to charge ahead relentlessly until the end!
Otherwise, if he stood before the pack of wolves and then hesitated and flinched, he would likely pay a huge price.
Admittedly, Chuck had reached a point where survival was no longer difficult—he had food, water, and shelter. It seemed unnecessary to take risks and stake his life.
But he also knew that with each storm becoming more intense and the high temperatures becoming increasingly unbearable, the island's climate was clearly deteriorating. He needed to be as fully prepared as possible.
Most importantly, he had Julia, Gu Yitong, and Gu Mòmo by his side. The three women were exceptionally beautiful and deeply devoted to him. If he started indulging in pleasure and drifting along at this stage, how could he be worthy of their affection?
And how could he be qualified to have a harem on this deserted island?
However, what Chuck hadn't expected was that the making of his greatest asset—the Molotov cocktail—was simpler than he had imagined.
Or rather, the most difficult parts—finding resin, weaving fiber cloth, and extracting palm oil—had already been completed by him over the past period.
All he needed to do now was combine those efforts to achieve the final result.
After being heated, the resin turned into a pale golden liquid. Chuck carefully mixed it with the melted palm oil in a 1:2 ratio and poured the mixture into four small clay jars prepared beforehand.
Finally, he immersed strips of torn cloth into the mouths of the small jars filled with the piping hot liquid fuel, ensuring they were thoroughly saturated for burning. Then, he simply sealed the jar mouths with pre-prepared clay, leaving only the cloth exposed…
Four simple, all-natural, handmade Molotov cocktails were officially finished.
Chuck didn't even need to use the Workbench cheat throughout the entire process.
He sat cross-legged on the ground outside the cabin, staring blankly at the four steaming Molotov cocktails for a long time.
Then, he did something that would seem utterly insane to an outsider.
He stood up, walked over to the fire pit nearby, leaned down to pick up a burning log, and returned to the four Molotov cocktails…
He deliberately lit the cloth strips soaked in the scalding liquid fuel, one by one!
Four flames rose, becoming brighter and soaring higher.
Just as they were about to spiral out of control and ignite the mixed resin and oil fuel inside.
Chuck gave a slight wave of his hand.
The four burning Molotov cocktails, along with their flames, vanished.
In fact, once Chuck successfully made the Molotov cocktails, several problems inevitably arose.
First, the most crucial issue of the fuel.
Both palm oil and resin were solidified solids at room temperature. Therefore, to prevent these four incendiary bombs from turning into useless hot pot base, the mixed fuel inside had to be heated and melted into a liquid state the moment they were thrown!
Second, the issue of practical combat.
Chuck would be facing an attack from an entire wolf pack. If he had to nervously light the Molotov cocktail with a torch while constantly wary of the wolves, and then look for an opportunity to throw it… the variables would simply be too many.
Finally, the understanding of their power.
Chuck had made the Molotov cocktails, but he still had no idea about their specific power or how much damage they would inflict on the wolf pack in a real fight. Finding out this information beforehand was crucial; arguably, it would directly determine the choices Chuck made in combat.
These series of problems would be extremely tricky for an ordinary person, but fortunately, Chuck was not ordinary.
He had a Golden Finger.
The exclusive bonus from Gu Yitong—the Storage Space provided by the Plentiful Bosom ability! Allowing items placed inside to enter a perfect time-stop state was the perfect strategy for solving the first two problems!
The fuel solidifies at room temperature? Hard to light during a fight? Then he would light the Molotov cocktails while the fuel was hot and melted, and immediately store the lit, burning jars in the Storage Space.
This way, during the actual fight, Chuck could focus entirely on facing the wolf pack, precisely grasping the timing, and then retrieving and throwing the Molotov cocktails directly!
As for the power of the Molotov cocktail…
Chuck thought hard and realized there was no better way than an actual test.
Half an hour later, on East Beach.
The sun had completely risen from the sea, and this eastern beach always offered the best sunrise view.
Chuck deliberately found a piece of reef, scattered some dry grass, a few sticks, and a few palm leaves on it, and then stood at a distance on the sand.
He slowly raised his hand, his gaze locked on the reef.
The next second, a single burning, makeshift Molotov cocktail appeared in Chuck's hand. He aimed it at the reef and hurled it with all his might!
The lit jar tumbled through the air, the burning cloth strip spinning with it, tracing an orange-red arc across the sky…
"Bang—!"
Accompanied by the near-simultaneous sound of shattering and flashover, it smashed heavily onto the reef!
The jar filled with fuel instantly broke upon contact with the reef. The next moment, the mixed palm oil and resin fuel inside burst out, splashing like a mass of orange-red liquid, instantly ignited by the burning cloth strip!
The flame immediately shot up upon contacting the air, sparks flying everywhere, splattering like golden-red rain. It mercilessly ignited the surrounding dry grass and sticks, whipping up a small wall of fire that crackled loudly.
The oil that splattered and adhered to the reef and the sand formed a constantly burning film of fire. The flames continuously licked the surrounding air, heat waves rolling out, even making the air shimmer. The burnt aroma of palm oil mixed with the sandalwood scent of borneol resin gave off a surprisingly pleasant smell.
But looking at the small sea of fire on the reef before him, a slight smile slowly crept up Chuck's lips.
This was the smell of victory.
Sacrificing one Molotov cocktail for a clear understanding of its power was a worthwhile trade.
His killing move was ready, but Chuck wasn't in a hurry to fight the wolves to the death yet.
Before a major battle, he needed to do everything necessary and face the powerful enemy in his optimal state.
When he returned to the cabin, Julia and Gu Mòmo were already awake. The two were sitting outside by the fire, bleary-eyed, preparing breakfast.
Seeing Chuck appear, Julia's face broke into a sweet smile. She immediately stood up to greet him, her pale body, uncovered except for the purple lace bra, pressed against him with fiery enthusiasm.
"Hey, my beast~"
She tightly wrapped her arms around Chuck's neck. As she spoke, she bit her lower lip, and her pale legs instinctively arched back, wishing she could become a necklace around Chuck's neck. Heart shapes pulsed wildly in her blue eyes. She leaned close to Chuck's ear, parted her red lips, and exhaled a hot breath, whispering in a seductive voice.
"It's all Darling's fault. My pussy is swollen again."
Chuck laughed and scratched his head at her words.
"Haha, sorry."
"No, don't apologize."
"Even though it's swollen, last night was truly my best time… I'm practically addicted now."
Julia bit her lower lip, her fingertip tracing lightly across his neck.
"Perhaps I really… am destined to be fucked by you for a lifetime?"
Good user feedback was Chuck's pounding motivation.
Facing the Western babe who was completely subservient to his long spear, Chuck smiled and stroked her hair. Then, he patted her perky buttocks and draped a light garment over her.
"The prerequisite for fucking for a lifetime is taking good care of your body."
"Huh?"
Feeling an unfamiliar touch on her shoulder and back, Julia instinctively released Chuck's neck and looked down.
She saw that her shoulders, which had only been supporting two lace straps, were now covered by a rather rough, light-brown, crude top.
The garment had virtually no shape. Its sleeves were very short, and it lacked a collar or buttons, making it look more like a raincoat when worn.
But even so, it was still a piece of clothing. It could keep her warm and shield her from the wind, protecting her body.
This was a shirt Chuck made for her.
Thinking this, Julia's eyes became inexplicably moist.
She pouted, looked at Chuck, and buried her face in his chest.
"Thank you, Darling…"
Although the Western babe was usually carefree, she had indeed been quite upset yesterday when she accidentally tore the T-shirt that had been with her for so long. She had simply kept those emotions hidden.
To be honest, when they boiled the fibers under Chuck's instruction yesterday, and then received the fiber "towels" from Chuck in the evening, Julia had a faint suspicion.
But the guess was too wonderful for her to believe.
Now, it had actually come true.
"Silly girl, it's just a piece of junk. I'll make sure you wear better, more comfortable clothes in the future."
Chuck gently pinched Julia's flushed earlobe, looking down at her and smiling.
He wasn't boasting. Since the Workbench had unlocked the textile function, he would surely find materials more suitable for sewing on this vast deserted island someday.
When that time came, not only for daily wear, but also for making some erotic clothing, such as stockings or high heels…
Perhaps that wouldn't just be a dream.
Hearing his words, Julia looked up, her watery blue eyes trembling slightly. Then, she softly mumbled, "M-hm."
She stood on her tiptoes for a gentle kiss.
The rest of the morning passed peacefully, as usual.
Chuck did not tell the Western babe and the Gu mother and daughter about the dangerous task he was about to undertake. After all, dealing with the wolf pack was something he had to do alone, and telling them would only make them worry.
So, after breakfast, and uncharacteristically, he cuddled with the Western babe and Gu Mòmo back in bed for a comfortable nap. Once his breakfast had mostly digested, the time had reached nine o'clock in the morning.
Chuck got up, picked up his spear, put on his wild boar cape, and headed straight outside.
"I'm going out for a bit. There's nothing special you need to do today, just stay home and rest well."
"Be careful, Darling."
"M-hm."
Julia and Gu Mòmo nodded simultaneously. After watching Chuck push the door open and leave, they both frowned slightly, though not at the same time.
It was clearly a perfectly ordinary morning.
Yet, for some reason, a sense of anxiety inexplicably arose in both of their hearts.
The weather was clear and the temperature cool.
Chuck held the spear in one hand and draped the cape over his body with the other.
This wild boar hide cape had mostly served as their mattress in the past few days, but in a moment like this, it could be useful for both defense and fire protection.
Although his ultimate weapon was the Molotov cocktail, Chuck himself wasn't fireproof; he was flesh and blood.
He could ignite the wolf pack, but he couldn't stop burning wolves from charging at him in their madness.
Stepping onto the stone beach, Chuck walked step by step toward Red Stone Hill.
The expression on his face grew more serious and grim.
But strangely, in moments like these, although Chuck was nervous, his mind was exceptionally calm and clear.
Whether facing the wild boar, the clouded leopard, or even the python, it seemed that the closer he got to a life-or-death situation, the more Chuck could stimulate the potential of his body and mind.
This condition had become even more pronounced after repeatedly taking the potions.
As Chuck drew closer to Red Stone Hill, he finally reached the spot where he had first stopped upon discovering the wolf pack.
Only this time, the hill ahead remained completely silent.
Chuck slightly slowed his pace but continued to move forward with determination.
On the island in the late morning, a cool breeze blew, gently swaying the redwood trees in the distance. The familiar smell of sulfur drifted from the volcano to the north.
Everything was eerily quiet.
Or rather, it was the calm before the storm.
Chuck stepped across the stone beach step by step. The stones underfoot gradually thinned out, and the terrain shifted from flat ground to a gentle incline.
Finally, at some point, the pebbles beneath his feet completely disappeared, replaced by dry earth and rocks.
The hills stretched out ahead, sparse bushes swaying in the wind.
Chuck held his spear and slowed his pace again.
Eyes wide, ears open.
Finally, until he stepped onto one of the small mounds on the very edge of Red Stone Hill and slowly walked up to the top…
His gaze instantly froze.
Not far ahead, nestled among the sprawling Red Stone Hills, a sudden depression appeared. The soil within was inexplicably moist, and numerous weeds grew there, like a small oasis in the middle of a desert.
And it was right in the center of this depressed area that a small patch of familiar blue light immediately captured Chuck's attention!
One, two, three…
After clearly seeing the scene before him, goosebumps instantly covered Chuck's body.
Three flowers!
A total of three Higanbanas!
This meant three blue potions for mental enhancement.
It meant enough to boost his original 40% Mental Quality bonus directly to 100%!
A full double!
Wasn't this his ticket to the sky?
Intense excitement and desire made his fists clench involuntarily.
But immediately following was a deep sense of alertness.
It now seemed highly likely that the number of Higanbanas corresponded to the danger level of the beasts guarding them.
That meant the danger he faced now was…
Greater than when he encountered the python in the swamp!
Sure enough, just as this thought crossed Chuck's mind, a rustling sound that made his scalp crawl suddenly erupted from his side.
Chuck felt a chill down his spine. He turned to look, his muscles instantly tensing!
A shadow, black and gray, slowly emerged, accompanied by menacing low growls…