Oh no! I've been kept as a pet by a stray killer whale!

The comment section was filled with wails of despair, while gift effects were spammed everywhere.

Although everyone is criticizing "Versailles", this visually stunning mukbang has indeed pushed the popularity of the live stream to a new peak.

The number of online users has exceeded 10,000!

However, for Jiang Che, this was not Versailles.

He is truly trying his best to survive.

This high-fat sashimi is enjoyable for the first few slices, but by the tenth slice, it starts to feel cloying.

Without rice to balance it out, and without tea to cut through the grease, my mouth was full of oil.

But Jiang Che did not stop.

He forced himself to keep eating.

To replenish his energy and cope with the drop in temperature at night, he had to treat himself like a fuel tank, filling himself with as much fuel as possible.

Jiang Che only stopped after stuffing the two-plus-pound belly into his stomach.

"belch--"

A satisfying burp, tinged with the aroma of deep-sea fish oil, signaled the end of lunch.

Jiang Che felt a heavy weight in his stomach; it was the weight of happiness, and also the guarantee of survival.

He glanced at the remaining half of the fish.

We cannot waste it.

Although he was full, there was still a group of hungry "landlords" here.

Jiang Che stood up, picked up the remaining half of the fish skeleton, which still had a lot of red meat and fish head attached, and walked towards the sea.

In the sea, Big Fatty and Silly Monster are still waiting there.

Seeing Jiang Che walk over, the fat man excitedly let out a sigh of relief:

"Finished eating? How was it? The fish you picked, brother, was pretty good, wasn't it?"

"You seemed to enjoy your meal, not even spitting out the bones. I told you this fish had few bones!"

Jiang Che walked into the knee-deep water and threw the huge fish skeleton in front of Da Pang.

"Thanks, brother, the taste is quite good."

"This was saved for you, would you like to try some?"

Big Fatty looked down at the fish rack that had been picked apart and was now in disarray.

In fact, for orcas, this amount of food is not even enough to fill their teeth, and they usually only eat the best parts of their prey when hunting. They usually don't even look at the leftover bones.

"Tsk..."

Big Fatty felt a little disgusted:

"These are all thorns, bone fragments, hardly any meat at all."

The whining creature next to it also came over and nudged the fish head with its nose:

"Huh—is this leftovers? I don't eat leftovers, I want to eat live food."

Jiang Che felt a little embarrassed.

He also felt that he was somewhat "borrowing flowers to present to Buddha," since the fish was caught by someone else, and it was indeed a bit dishonest for him to eat the good meat and throw the bones back.

"Um... if you don't want to eat it, that's fine, I'll just throw it further away..."

Just as Jiang Che was about to push the bone away.

The old grandmother swam over.

It glanced at Jiang Che with eyes full of wisdom and tolerance, then at the fishbone, and finally let out a low growl at the fat man and the whimpering monster:

"Eat it."

"This is a token of the pet's affection. Although there isn't much meat, he prepared it himself."

"Just like a human child giving an adult the candy wrapper after finishing the candy, it's a way for him to express gratitude and affection. If he doesn't eat it, he'll be sad."

Hearing his grandmother say this, Fatty was stunned for a moment.

It looked up and glanced at Jiang Che on the shore.

Jiang Che was looking at them with a nervous expression, but his eyes did indeed hold a sense of anticipation.

"Too."

Big Fatty sighed, his heart filled with helpless indulgence:

"Since it's from the child, then eat it. It's a bit meager, but it's a 'two-legged special edition' of leftovers, something whales don't usually get to eat."

"Third child, don't be picky! Eat up! Give the child some face!"

Under the pressure of her grandmother and eldest brother, Yingying reluctantly opened her mouth, took a bite, and crushed the huge tuna head.

"Crunch, crunch..."

The sound of chewing bones echoed across the sea.

Jiang Che smiled with satisfaction as he watched the orcas feast.

"That's great."

"Not only do they provide meals, but they also don't mind leftovers. This isn't just a street thug; he's clearly a chivalrous but uncultured gangster."

Having eaten and drunk their fill, the crisis was temporarily averted.

The sun finally sank completely below the sea level.

The twilight on a tropical island is extremely short; it's as if one second the sky is ablaze with brilliant purple clouds, and the next second it's mercilessly enveloped by a huge black curtain.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared, the entire island instantly shed its heavenly beauty of the daytime, revealing its ferocious, cold, and treacherous fangs.

The temperature dropped sharply.

The air, which had been somewhat hot, quickly became damp and cold under the sea breeze.

At this moment, Jiang Che was huddled in a sheltered spot surrounded by several coconut trees, with several layers of thick palm leaves under him—this was the "mattress" he had collected during the last bit of light before dark.

It was pitch black all around.

Only the hovering "Sky Eye" drone overhead emitted a soft, cold light, projecting a circle of light onto a small patch of sand in front of him. This light became the only isolated island of civilization in this endless darkness.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

Deep in the woods, an unknown symphony of insects began. Some calls were sharp and piercing, others were low and guttural like sawing wood. Occasionally, a strange bird cry, resembling that of a baby crying, would break the silence.

Jiang Che wrapped himself tightly in the windbreaker, which, although dried, still smelled salty and fishy.

cold.

That coldness was not only physical, but also psychological.

During the day, with orcas playing around and adrenaline pumping, he didn't feel anything. But now, as everything falls silent, the loneliness of being the sole survivor stranded on a deserted island is like the rising tide, slowly washing over him.

Unknown fears fester in the darkness.

What are those two green eyes in the woods? Are there snakes hiding in the rustling grass? Can I really survive?

To combat the deathly silence that could drive anyone mad, Jiang Che did not turn off the live stream.

Although it was already late at night in China, the number of people in the live stream room remained at around five thousand. Those scrolling comments were his only connection with human society at that moment.

"call……"

Jiang Che breathed on the camera, rubbed his cold hands, and forced a smile:

"Is everyone still awake?"

"Since neither of us can sleep, let's chat about something trivial."

The drone intelligently adjusted its altitude, like a suspended nightlight, illuminating Jiang Che's slightly haggard but bright-eyed face clearly.

"I just saw someone in the live chat asking why those orcas were so nice to me."

Jiang Che leaned against a coconut tree trunk, fiddling with a seashell in his hand. His voice was deep and magnetic, sounding especially comforting in the quiet night.

"In fact, the friendliness of orcas towards humans has always been an unsolved mystery in the field of marine biology."

"They are apex predators in the ocean, even eating great white sharks, but there is no record of them attacking humans in the wild. One theory is that they have an extremely complex social system, where older orcas teach their young: 'Two-legged creatures are not tasty and are extremely vengeful; don't mess with them.'"