Chapter 3: 3

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Night soon fell.

Bell did not explore too far away today.

Now that he had found water and food, the most important thing was to build a camp.

Following the previous method, Bell quickly built another camp.

With the camp, he felt much more at ease. However, by the time he was finished with it, the sky turned dark.

The audience looked at Bell’s figure that had been busy the entire day and felt their hearts ache.

The popularity of Bell’s live-stream increased very quickly.

It was mainly because Bell was indeed a very capable contestant.

Compared to other contestants, Bell, this young contestant, was like a survival specialist.

Many of the amateur contestants had yet to resolve the water problem.

As for starting a fire, they had no idea at all.

Some contestants knew the idea of drilling wood to make a fire, but very few succeeded.

Bell spoke to the audience.

“It’s time to enjoy our dinner.”

“Let’s see how our luck is today. Guess how many fish we caught?”

The audience was interested.

“That’s right. Host, quickly take out those vines and take a look. I’ve never seen this fishing style.”

The audience was looking forward to seeing if Bell’s fishing method was really effective. If there was no fish, Bell would probably have to go hungry today.

After getting used to seeing Bell succeed every time, some people wanted to see him fail.

“Alright, alright. Everyone, don’t be anxious. Let’s go and take a look.”

He pulled the thorny vines up, but he did not gain anything from the first one.

The audience could not help but sigh when they saw this.

“It seems like there are times when he fails.”

“That’s normal. How can we catch fish like this?”

Some of the envious people began to belittle Bell.

However, before they could rebuke Bell, the second vine was pulled up.

“There’s movement. Look.”

Sensing that the other end of the vine was of a different weight, Bell’s eyes lit up.

Then, he carefully pulled the vine up and saw a fish that was less than half a kilogram hanging on the other end of the vine, jumping around.

“Haha, looks like my luck is not bad. This fish is not small.”

Seeing that there was really something, the envious people stopped commenting and closed their mouths in disinterest.

Then two, three, four, five.

Bell harvested nearly ten fish when all the vines were pulled out.

The audience was already dumbfounded.

“F*ck, is this method so effective? It’s much better than me using a fish hook.”

Some netizens who liked to fish were tempted.

However, Bell quickly stopped them.

“If you’re interested, you can try it, but this method requires some luck. At the same time, it’s not suitable in places where the water is rapid.”

“In addition, when choosing the brambled vines, there are also some rules about the thorns on the vines. They can’t be too big or too soft. They have to be just right to hook the fish’s cheeks, but not break easily. These all need to be judged by experience, but they can also be tested as fun.”

After hearing Bell’s explanation, everyone was completely convinced.

The envious people also completely shut up.

Bell started cleaning and gutting the fish, and then returned to the camp.

“The weather today is a little damp. It will be too difficult to drill wood to start a fire, but fortunately, we collected some charcoal from the previous fire. They can be used.”

“Other than drilling wood to start a fire, using a flint is also a way to make a fire.”

Bell said as he busied herself.

“The host is going to start explaining again. I really want to transfer the video to the other contestants. Just take a look, so many contestants have yet to successfully start a fire.”

“Starting a fire from the flint sounds much more difficult than drilling wood to get fire.”

“I just saw the host pick up two stones by the lake. Could they be flint?”

Looking at the messages on the screen, Bell smiled.

“Hehe, don’t be surprised. Actually, flint isn’t difficult to find.”

“It’s this kind of stone that is hard enough.”

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“Such things are common beside lakes and rivers.”

Bell took out the charcoal from his bag and crushed them before spreading them on the dry weeds he had gathered earlier. Then, he used the back of his dagger to hit the sharp point of the flint.

Sparks flew.

Soon, white smoke emitted from the dried weeds and easily combustible charcoal. Under Bell’s careful protection, they were finally ignited.

The moment the flames rose, the audience in the live-stream was excited again.

“Bell is awesome!”

Compared to the other streamers, Bell’s proficient methods attracted the audience.

With the flames, things went much smoother.

The military canteen given by the production team could be used as a container. Bell placed the cleaned fish and enough water into the canteen, and put it on the fire.

Soon, the water in the canteen began to bubble.

The fish meat also turned milky white.

Bell carefully removed the canteen.

“A bowl of fish soup. Although there is no salt, the wild fish tastes good.”

Bell drank happily as he sat beside the fire while watching the night sky.

“Bell looks so cute right now.”

Comments flashed across the screen.

Bell chatted with the audience.

Survival in the wild was lonely. With such a live broadcast, it could relieve the stress.

After a bowl of fish soup, Bell was full.

“Alright, everyone, dinner is settled. Now, we have to carefully clean up the leftovers.”

“This is the wild after all. The smell of oil and protein will easily attract some dangerous creatures. Their sense of smell is very sharp.”

The child-like Bell while eating was gone. Soon, Bell became that survival specialist again.

It was late at night.

After taking various measures, Bell lay down in his temporary camp and prepared to sleep.

However, in the middle of the night, a sound suddenly woke Bell up.

The highly vigilant Bell immediately got up and carefully looked around with the wooden stick in hand.

Some of the audience who had not turned off the live broadcast before sleeping also woke up when they heard the sound.

“What’s going on? Why is there a sound?”

“Hnng!”

A pig-like sound came from behind the bushes.

Bell’s pupils constricted.

“Oh no! It’s a wild boar!”

Bell immediately realized what was going on. Almost at the same time, he thought of how the blood of the fish might have stained some grass which he had not noticed, and it had attracted this big guy.

Without hesitation, Bell ran in the opposite direction.

“Heavens, what’s going on? What happened?”

Some of the audience in the live-stream were also awakened. They looked at Bell who was running and asked nervously.

“It’s a wild boar, there’s a wild boar.”

Some audience members had seen the situation and explained to the newly arrived people.

Bell did not have the time or the mood to interact with the comments. It was already a moment of life and death.

Wild boars were very dangerous creatures in the wild and were very aggressive.

Bell did not dare to stop for a moment.

As he was running too quickly, there were a few wounds from scratches on his arm, making him look extremely miserable.

The hearts of the audience also rose to their throats.

Everyone was praying for Bell.

In the end, Bell jumped onto a tree while the boar was not paying attention and escaped.

He stood on the tree branch and looked at the wild boar moving around.

It seemed like it did not want to give up on a prey like Bell.

“I probably have no way of getting a good sleep tonight.”

Bell said tiredly.

“This is normal in a primeval forest.”

At this moment, the audience who had been in Bell’s live-stream finally realized the danger of this primeval forest. Previously, when they saw that Bell’s journey had been smooth, they had the illusion that even they could do well.. Only when this ferocious beast appeared did they realize that they could lose their lives at any time here.

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