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

He opened his eyes blankly.

He looked down at the lump of something that had rolled to his feet—

A bloody mass; clearly, it was a part of the six-eyed black panther's body.

As for which part...

He couldn't understand it, and he didn't want to understand it.

"..."

He looked up at the man standing on the hillside.

His right hand was in the motion of retracting.

He still couldn't see his expression clearly.

But he can see.

The man's lips curled into a smile.

He seemed to be smiling.

That smile was like the appearance of a demon, the reincarnation of Yama, making life and death unpredictable.

It was as if it was telling him.

Should we take another step forward?

I'll give you one more chance to think about it.

"..."

This moment.

Alexander's last shred of reason snapped.

"Aaaaaaah, a ghost!"

It's true what they say, my fate is in the hands of heaven, not in my own!

Alexander threw down his sword, raised both hands above his head, and turned to run away.

My legs suddenly went weak, and I fell face-first into the mud with a "plop," my gear scattering everywhere.

Without even looking, he struggled to his feet, throwing away his bag as if it were a burden.

He ran fiercely, as if burning with his life force, and then disappeared without looking back.

Completely unaware of what was behind him, the ghostly man finally spoke:

"Hey, you dropped something!"

Ou Yun stood there, stunned.

In the blink of an eye, this mysterious jungler, whose nationality he didn't even know, came and went in a hurry.

He came quietly, just as quietly as he left.

With a wave of his sleeve, he left without taking a single piece of equipment.

Ou Yun looked at the equipment scattered all over the ground.

"..."

I thought for 0.1 seconds.

Never mind, let's eat it while it's hot.

However, the viewers in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream had already seen through everything:

"Boring! I want to see rivers of blood!"

"Oh, I just checked other live streams, and it turns out they're from France!"

"Great, it fits the real-life persona."

"That's alright then."

"That's alright then."

"You're here, why did you bring anything?"

"You're here to deliver equipment, right? Aren't you going to thank Chicken Bro?"

"Thanks, Brother Chicken."

"Thanks, Brother Chicken."

"..."

But the audience in France didn't think so:

"Damn coward! You ran away so easily? What a piece of trash!"

"I've seen useless people, but I've never seen anyone this useless!"

"No, I think we should run. That Chinese player is cheating. Luckily, our player is fast..."

"Exactly! You should at least try to shoot before you throw!"

"You upstairs, are you a fucking bastard?"

And now, Nicholas, the president of the French, sees the present.

My feelings are quite complicated.

"Mr. President..."

The secretary watched as the president's expressions shifted nimbly between anger, fear, and disappointment, before returning to the present moment—

at a loss.

Not moving at all.

I've been sitting here until now.

After hesitating for a while, the secretary spoke up again to remind him:

"Mr. President, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Nicholas finally spoke.

"Okay! Okay!!"

He suddenly snapped out of his daze and slapped his thigh hard.

"Good that they ran away! Good!"

The secretary was startled. "Mr. President?"

Nicholas pointed at the screen, "Luckily he ran fast, otherwise he would have died at the hands of the Chinese athletes!"

Yes, it actually managed to kill the mutated black panther that had eaten its own fighter—

—Forget about how he killed him, just tell me whether he killed him or not.

Are we just waiting to die if we don't run away sooner?

He breathed a sigh of relief, "We've already lost one player; we can't afford to lose another!"

The secretary hesitated, then continued, "But according to our investigation... the European Games athletes weren't carrying any weapons at the time?"

"Yes, he didn't even have a weapon—"

Nicholas nodded slowly, his face solemn.

"But you managed to take down a mutated black panther. Don't you find that strange?"

"..."

The secretary was taken aback.

"That seems... to make sense."

"Right!"

Watching Alexander's hasty retreat on the screen, President Nicholas of France smiled with satisfaction.

"When faced with an overwhelmingly strong opponent, running away is the best course of action! Preserving your own life is the most important thing!"

The secretary suddenly realized the truth, as if struck by a thunderbolt.

"I see. The president is truly visionary!"

*

Alexander has a lot of equipment.

One extra-large travel bag, one camping pot, one military knife, one flashlight, one windproof lighter, and one high-quality sleeping bag.

Everything about it is useful!

The moment I saw it, I felt both happy and sad.

Damn, how come even a random random person's newbie gear is so much better than his?

And they're all things that are really useful?

So, only the ones he runs are trash?

"Yeah, how come the lucky guy always drives trash cars at first, haha!"

"It's okay, minor nerfs when transferring from the test server to the live server are normal!"

"As everyone knows, a small cut doesn't count as a cut."

"It's okay, Lucky Bro, you can loot the loot boxes. What's yours is yours, and what belongs to others is also yours."

"You got all your equipment by being given it to you, huh!"

"..."

Sure enough, having the tools made things much easier.

Cut the meat quickly, there's still a big bag to hold it all.

With a pot to cook meat, he could finally have a hot drink in this wilderness! He wouldn't have to sleep on the floor at night anymore!

The only pity is that big black panther.

Sigh, the capacity is limited, so I can only cut off a portion to take with me.

He couldn't stay here, firstly because the smell of blood would eventually attract other wild animals.

Staying too long in a place thick with the smell of blood is a dangerous act even in the forests of Earth, let alone in a wilderness full of unknowns and dangers.

Now that I have the equipment, I feel much more relaxed when I'm on the top lane.

Ou Yun walked briskly through the forest.

When you're thirsty, just silently say the code, and drinking water will appear right there.

Feeling hungry, I casually pulled a piece of jerky from my bag and popped it into my mouth.

I walked for most of the day, but I didn't feel tired at all. In fact, I felt more and more energetic.

Ou Yun subconsciously stretched his muscles and bones, and felt that his mind was clear and his hands and feet were strong.

Ah, it really makes a difference when you're well-fed and watered!

Besides having enough to eat and drink and being in a good mood, perhaps the environment is also a factor.

He recalled that cruel reality, where the sky wasn't the sky, the earth wasn't the earth, and people weren't people; it was truly worse than this desolate, forbidden land.

Although this place has nothing to do with modern society, the environment is quite beautiful, and it will give you little surprises from time to time.

At least there's meat to eat!

When you get tired of meat, you can forage for wild vegetables; it's something Earth can't compare to.

Thinking about it this way, Ou Yun suddenly felt that maybe she had made the right choice in coming to this place...

However, what he didn't know was...

He did leave a little late—the remaining meat of the mutated black panther had already been eaten by an unknown beast that had come to scout it out.

Following the remaining scent, the beast began to probe towards the direction of the European fortune.

Ou Yun did indeed handle the scene; what needed to be buried was buried, and what needed to be burned was burned.

But there's no way around it; some wild animals have incredibly sensitive noses, let alone mutants—

Just then, a black bear appeared in the forest, swaying unsteadily.

The black bear's head has a hard exoskeleton, and its limbs and some key areas are covered with sharp bone spurs. Combined with its scarlet eyes, it looks quite terrifying.

Its mouth was full of black panther blood; it had certainly given him a good meal, but he wasn't full.

It licked the beast blood from its mouth with some dissatisfaction, constantly sniffing the ground.

I was just going out for a casual walk.

Hey, I didn't expect to have such an unexpected bonus!

The six-eyed black panther had been eyeing this guy for a long time.

It's a mutant species; it eats mutant species!

Mutants are great; they not only fill our stomachs but also greatly enhance our strength.

It evolved because it ate a mutated beast!

Having eaten at a state banquet, I can no longer stomach street food.

But the six-eyed black panther, true to its name, has eyes that see in all directions and ears that hear in all directions; it can detect even the slightest movement of a blade of grass.

With its bulky body, catching a mutated black panther would be difficult!

Who knew that today, hey, I would actually run into it like this!

It was truly an effortless find—though not the whole thing, only half a piece, it was practically found on the street. It happily ate it all up, even licking the blood off the ground.

After finishing the half-eaten black panther, it began to use its not-so-bright brain to think.

Why is there only half a door here?

Was it killed by some other wild animal?

But there was no scent of other wild animals—

There were other smells, but they were definitely not from species found in this forest.

The black bear twitched its nose, showing interest.

Understood.

This invasive species killed the black panther, and now it's bringing other black panther meat with it and preparing to move to a new location!

If it just follows, it can eat the rest of the meat!

Having figured all this out, the black bear was very happy and set off on its way, wiggling its rump.