Survival of the Nation: My luck was a tiny bit worse.

Although some viewers were trying to comfort each other in the comments, everyone knew the truth in their hearts.

The dead cannot be brought back to life, whether in the real world or in the forbidden wilderness. Survival of the fittest is the rule, and it is that cruel.

Bystanders sighed in dismay.

The contestants involved were naturally alarmed.

The list of the dead is a bit long.

Leng Ruolan and Chen Hao exchanged a glance, and simultaneously thought of another teammate.

"I wonder how Ou Yun is doing all by himself."

Chen Hao was somewhat pessimistic. Yesterday's wild boar had given him a full sense of the danger that the forbidden wilderness was so different from the real world.

The sense of crisis in the real world is like boiling a frog in lukewarm water; when you're hungry or thirsty, you just grit your teeth and wait until the next rations are distributed.

Simply shift your attention to other things so that you don't have the energy to dwell on negative emotions.

But this forbidden wilderness has no sense of crisis.

Because by the time you sense the crisis, it's too late—then the big-headed wild boar will charge forward and get right in your face without saying a word.

If Leng's entrenching tool had been a few seconds later, he would probably be dead along with this wild boar by now.

He was lucky to be able to connect with Leng team smoothly.

What about European luck?

He was all alone, with such poor equipment, especially in the rainy night in the wilderness. How was he supposed to survive?

"..."

At this point, Leng Ruolan paused in her chewing and fell silent.

"...He'll be alright."

Leng Ruolan comforted Chen Hao, but she couldn't help but worry herself.

Indeed, although this place looks no different from the rainforests on Earth, the level of danger is on a completely different level.

Some animals on Earth are afraid of humans and are wary. But the wild beasts here are especially ferocious, pouncing on anyone they see like starving ghosts.

That contestant from India died in the same way; it's almost pitiful to think about. One person facing a pack of wild beasts—he'd probably be devoured to nothing!

Chen Hao nodded. "Fortunately, his name isn't on the death list... I suppose he got through the first night safely."

Leng Ruolan didn't respond. The fact that Ou Yun's name wasn't on the death list didn't mean he was safe...

But Chen Hao understood this perfectly well, but no one dared to point it out. They could only silently pray for their teammate whom they had never met.

Leng Ruolan tucked her short hair behind her ear in slight frustration; she was very uncomfortable with this faint, sad atmosphere, like that of a trapped animal.

She longed to reunite with her teammates as soon as possible.

But the coordinates are unknown, and there are no hints. Whether we meet up or not is nine-tenths determined by fate, and one-tenth by hard work.

However, judging from the initial information about his own players provided by the system, his physique seems to be quite good...?

That might allow it to last a little longer.

"How's the water collection going?"

"Let me see."

Chen Hao took out a box-shaped container from the pit behind the tree. It was made of birch bark, simple to make, and had a large capacity.

But even with a large capacity, it's useless.

After all, the amount of water collected by condensation at night is limited, and it's all gone in three sips for each person.

It rained last night, but unfortunately it was only localized.

Leng Ruolan then spoke up, "This water should last a day, so use it sparingly."

Chen Hao said, "I'll go take a look around."

The two divided the work and began their collaboration.

However, the audience with God's perspective were already laughing:

"It's okay, you two just need to live your own lives. Your brother, the Lucky One, is already the god of drinking water in the forbidden area."

"Brother Ouhuang: I'm fine, I'm great! Thank you everyone for your concern!"

"Oh dear, this little bit of water isn't even enough for your lucky brother to rinse his mouth, hahaha!"

Meanwhile, on the other side...

"Whoosh!"

Ou Yun casually unscrewed a bottle of purified water and rinsed it on his face.

I've washed my face.

Open another bottle.

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle..."

I've finished rinsing my mouth.

Open another bottle.

"Ton ton ton ton..."

I've finished drinking.

Ou Yun was very satisfied.

Ah, I feel so refreshed!

This truly made the viewers in the live stream cry with envy:

"Awesome, having water really makes you tough, hahaha!"

"Damn, I want to use water without any worries either!"

"It's okay, we should be there soon, haha!"

After washing up, Ou Yun sat down by the campfire and began to eat the leopard meat that had been smoked the day before.

Hmm, it doesn't taste as good as fresh.

Oh well, since it's already baked, let's just make do with it for now!

Now that we've eaten and drunk our fill, it's time to get to work.

Ou Yun then went to the black panther again.

Without a knife, dealing with such a large black panther was really difficult for him.

He had no choice but to improvise, smashing a rib bone to use as a knife.

On the ground were things that looked like clam shells, left behind by other wild animals. The edges looked quite sharp and could be used to some extent.

Just the thought of cutting off his own flesh was enough to make him suffer.

After all that work, another morning has almost passed.

But at this moment, not far away, at the foot of a small hill.

A tall, thin human male appeared.

Alexander, a player from the French nation.

He was carrying a huge traveler's backpack and holding a Swiss Army knife, and he was walking towards them warily.

Alexander had traveled for a long time.

He wiped the sweat from his face, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings, extremely wary, as if something might suddenly jump out and swallow him whole.

There's really no way to do it.

yesterday……

He had already found teammates.

His teammate Philip was only a dozen meters away from him, and just as he was about to pass by—

He clearly saw a dark shadow suddenly leap out from the depths of the grass, as fast as lightning, and bite Philip's neck with perfect accuracy.

Philip opened his mouth, but before he could even let out a scream, he was tackled to the ground by the dark figure.

Blood sprayed out, accompanied by the tearing sounds of wild beasts.

Alexander was so scared he almost peed his pants. His legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, desperately covering his mouth.

Philip wasn't quite dead yet. His face was covered in blood, his eyes were fixed on him, and he shakily raised his right hand, pleading for help.

Alexander was breathing rapidly, cold sweat pouring down his face. He swallowed hard, a sharp pain shooting through his dry throat. Not daring to alert the enemy, he gripped his sword tightly and crawled forward inching in.

But the monster seemed to have unusually keen senses. Alexander had only moved a few meters forward when it stopped biting, licking its blood-stained lips and looking back.

It was only when he turned around that he saw the monster's true form—a black panther with six eyes.

Those six eyes were like demons; just one glance was enough to plunge one into an extreme hell, leaving one feeling icy cold and as if one's soul were being ripped from one's body, leaving no room for the creature that met their gaze to breathe.

Alexander froze on the spot.

He was drenched in cold sweat, and his entire back felt as if it were being pierced by tens of thousands of fine needles, making him numb and unable to move.

Fortunately, the mutated black panther didn't notice him and focused on eating after realizing there were no other noises around.

After devouring Philip, the black panther wagged its tail and strolled away.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he dared to stand up.

But he dared not take another step forward.

They didn't even have the courage to look at it.

Alexander had only one thought in his mind right now.

run.

We absolutely have to get the hell out of here!

This is a forbidden area.

You might be walking along when suddenly you're bitten to death by a monster that appears out of nowhere.

Alexander then traveled through the night, and after an unknown period of time, he finally arrived here.

Alexander looked around at the misty rain, and seeing that there were no tall grasses or anything that would obstruct his view, he confirmed that he was safe and only then did he relax his guard slightly.

God, he can finally take a break!

Alexander plopped down, letting out a sigh of relief.

He would never forget that mutated black panther for the rest of his life—

This guy has six eyes...that's probably why his senses are so sharp!

If he hadn't been so terrified that he froze on the spot like a stone, he probably would be reunited with his teammates now—in hell.

He's such a lucky guy!

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of something rolling over.

Alexander opened his eyes to look.

It is a head.

The black panther's head.

It has six eyes on it.

However, it might not be very fresh anymore; my eyes are a bit cloudy now.

Alexander knew in his heart that it was the leopard; he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

"..."

Pause.

Wait, etc.

wrong!!!