Reincarnated as a bamboo rat, it begins its extreme survival struggle.

Bell didn't care about improving intelligence or analyzing the world; he was just starving.

He slept for at least twenty hours inside the head of that resurrected remains.

Despite his wealth of experience, Bale did not fall into a state of weakness, but he was completely empty inside.

In fact, after being born into this world as a bamboo rat, Bear Grylls has not eaten anything.

His human intelligence got the better of him, and he was quite averse to raw meat and the like. He only ate a few bamboo shoots and drank his fill of water from the river next to him as he ran.

If it weren't for gaining experience that could eliminate fatigue and hunger, Bear Grylls's actions of running around the world would have left him weakened and waiting to die long ago.

"But now, everything is different. My hard times are finally over!"

After playing in the flames for a while, Bell held up the charred and curled snake meat in his hand and loudly declared that he could finally live a life where he could eat cooked food every day.

In high spirits, he opened his mouth and began to devour the charred snake meat in his hand. After only a few breaths, Bell threw a pile of clean, gnawed bones aside.

He lay in the flames with a big, round belly, looking completely content.

This first barbecue attempt, despite using no seasoning, resulted in most of the meat being burnt, and the snake meat itself had a very strong gamey smell...

But Bell said that putting aside all the unfavorable factors, and not to ask about the taste, he was eating it for the feeling.

Whether it tastes fishy or smelly, it's still meat in my mouth.

Chapter 13 Traces of Humanity

Three days have passed since the resurrected remains appeared.

Over the past few days, the bamboo forest has been in constant turmoil, with resurrected remains frequently clashing with powerful creatures that inhabit the forest.

As Bell traveled through the bamboo forest, he also saw some large pits on the bamboo forest floor.

Those large pits were created when exceptionally powerful, revitalized remains forcibly broke through the bamboo root blockade.

The number of living remains that can break through the bamboo root blockage is not large, but their existence still makes the bamboo forest restless. These restless skeletons are hostile to all living life.

For monsters like the Fire Hyena, they pose no threat, but for ordinary animals, their existence is a devastating blow.

They kill for the sake of killing, leaving behind corpses tainted with an ominous aura wherever they go.

"If it weren't for all sorts of magical beasts hunting these living remains, the ecosystem in the bamboo forest would have been destroyed by the undead sooner or later."

Standing before a large pit dug from resurrected remains, Bell sighed with emotion.

In fact, after Bell awoke from his dream, he prepared to continue digging underground to hunt the living remains trapped by bamboo roots.

But for some unknown reason, after Ziyue disappeared, those revitalized remains that failed to break through the bamboo root seal fell into silence and became ordinary remains.

Bell smashed several skeletons but didn't gain any experience.

Only those living remains that are still wandering in the bamboo forest and have successfully killed life can continue to exist.

Although he had become much stronger, Bell still had no intention of provoking those resurrected remains. After all, they were powerful remains that had broken through the bamboo root's seal, and Bell really couldn't defeat them.

At the same time, Bell also had his own goal: to get out of the bamboo forest as soon as possible and find a proper tree.

Even after unlocking his inventory for so long, Bell still hasn't seen what wood looks like, let alone a crafting table.

"We've been walking for so many days, and we still haven't seen the boundary of this bamboo forest. Heaven knows how big this godforsaken place is."

He quickly climbed up a bamboo stalk and looked out into the distance, where he was met with the endless expanse of lush green bamboo forest.

Feeling helpless, just as Bell was about to slide down from the top of the bamboo, he saw a wisp of smoke rising from the distant mountain.

"Hmm... this smoke is a bit strange."

Bell stared at the wisp of smoke in the distance, his brain racing, a wisp of hair on his forehead flickering with fire – a sign of his accelerated thinking.

The faster Bell thinks, the more vigorously this ahoge (cowlick) burns.

The wisp of smoke rose lightly and persistently, yet its size showed no signs of expanding or shrinking, unlike the aftershocks of battles involving magical beasts that Bell had witnessed.

This wisp of smoke didn't match what Bell had seen and heard in the bamboo forest, but it was something he was very familiar with in his Earth memories.

"Let's go take a look. I hope my deduction is correct."

With his enhanced intelligence, Bear Grylls has now entered a state where professional commentators are bold enough to make judgments and act decisively without hesitation.

He bounced back and forth in the bamboo forest, the whole mouse moving forward at an astonishing speed.

This is a new mode of movement developed by Bell, relying on his enhanced physical abilities and utilizing...

The resilient bamboo shoots itself forward, achieving high-speed propulsion.

What would normally take an hour to travel can be covered in just over forty minutes using this catapult-assisted method.

Bear Grylls was moving at breakneck speed, just fifteen meters away from reaching the place where the wisp of smoke was rising.

It was at this moment that a warning bell rang in Bell's mind.

"call out--"

A whooshing sound rang out beside Bell. Without the slightest hesitation, the flame ahoge on Bell's forehead instantly blazed brightly, and a compressed block of earth was summoned to block in front of him.

With his thoughts racing, Bell caught a glimpse of a blurry dot that instantly burst out from between two bamboo stalks, leaving a trail of afterimages as it attacked him.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the compressed clod of earth blocking Bell's path shattered into dust, and a pebble, carrying immense force, smashed into Bell's forehead.

The moment he was hit, Bell didn't have time to feel any pain; all he felt was blacking out and his body almost losing control.

He fell to the ground, rolled twice, and then, despite feeling dizzy, quickly stood up, but his mind was still a mess, making it difficult to think.

"I... what is this...?"

After being hit like that, the flaming ahoge on Bell's forehead changed from a fiercely burning state to a hissing spark.

His mind was a complete mess, but Bell's body didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. He quickly adjusted his state, and instinctively drove Bell's body to shrink back several steps, hiding behind a bamboo stalk.

Just then, another whooshing sound came, just like before. A pebble hurtled forward at high speed, passing through the obstruction of the green bamboo, heading straight for Bell's location.

"boom--"

The bamboo stalk blocking Bell's path was instantly smashed, its bottom node bursting open, and then splitting upwards, turning from a whole bamboo stalk into a pile of broken bamboo fragments.

Watching all of this unfold, Bell immediately collapsed to the ground, too afraid to move, his crotch already wet.

The sound of bamboo breaking was still echoing, but the surrounding woods were eerily silent.

Just fifteen meters diagonally in front of Bell, there was a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard, his eyes closed, his right hand raised as if flicking a coin.

Without a doubt, these two pebbles that shot out from the gaps in the bamboo forest were indeed his work.

This was a makeshift campsite, with a campfire rising in the middle of the camp, the source of the blue smoke that Bell had seen.

"Blind Cloth, you missed this time?"

Beside the bearded man who was shooting pebbles, an old man tapped his pipe a few times and made a joking remark.

The bearded man didn't reply, but continued to maintain his stance.

But next to the old man, a child of about ten years old pouted and loudly replied:

"Uncle Bu can't possibly miss!"

The child's words were full of admiration for the bearded man, but the others around him clearly knew more about the bearded man than the child did.

Seeing that the bearded man was still in an attacking stance, they all laughed. Several of the older men even teased the boy.

The commotion immediately enlivened the atmosphere in the camp.

The child who was being teased turned red in the face and ran angrily to the bearded man's side, wanting to wait for the bearded man to tell him the result himself.

Amidst the child's expectant gaze and the teasing laughter of the crowd, the stubble-faced man remained unmoved. He simply ruffled the child's hair, then silently released his right hand. Only after all the pebbles in his palm had fallen did he softly reply:

"Missed one shot."

Thank you so much, Master Zuo, for the 1500 points! (づ￣3￣)づ╭～

Chapter 14 Why Don't They Speak Chinese in Another World?

"What's that thing hopping around in the bamboo forest? A bamboo partridge? Or a bamboo monkey?"

"Who knows? It's a pity we missed, otherwise we could have had an extra meal."

A group of people were talking at once, but after a few seconds, they turned their attention away from Bell in the distance and started joking with each other.

"Little brat, see if I lied to you."

A chubby man burst into laughter, his face trembling with ecstasy.

The child angrily ran to the other side, not wanting to pay any attention to these idle men.

“Sigh, I come to this deep bamboo forest every year to search for ancient relics, but after so many years, I haven’t seen anyone discover those so-called relics.”

"Look at what you're saying. If someone really discovers the ruins in the bamboo forest, then we don't need to explore this vast bamboo forest anymore. We can just barge into the ruins and take them down."

The people in the camp chatted idly. As professional adventurers, these people spent their days venturing into all sorts of dangerous and mysterious places.

Despite their seemingly lazy demeanor, this group is quite vigilant. They will react immediately to any unusual activity.

This is the keenness that adventurers have honed through countless life-or-death battles.