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

however.

He dismissed the thought after only half a second.

He's a former US Marine, and the word "surrender" doesn't exist in his vocabulary.

Well, at least not for now.

Besides, Sarah and James were still waiting for him outside.

He cannot betray the trust of his teammates.

Mike took a deep breath and rallied his spirits.

He put on that clean set of clothes—the fabric was soft, and he didn't know what it was made of, but it was quite comfortable to wear.

Then, leaning on his trekking pole, he prepared to return to the stone hut to sleep.

As he passed by the square, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

Beside the campfire, the most mysterious man in the Dragon Kingdom—no, perhaps the most mysterious man on Earth—

Ever since the Dragon Kingdom contestants became famous, all of their information has been forcibly dug up.

However, it's not entirely reasonable to say that he dug it up, since Leng Ruolan, the cold-blooded leader whose name reflects his character, was already well-known when he was still serving in the military.

Although Chen Hao may seem like just a technician at first glance, he is a man who, once he speaks, will amaze everyone.

However, for this Ou Yun, all his file information is empty.

They had initially suspected that Dragon Kingdom had kept this key player hidden too well—hidden my foot! Even Dragon Kingdom itself didn't know the player's background.

This is so mysterious, bro. Could you really be an alien?

And now, this bro is lying in a hammock, holding a glass of chilled juice, swaying leisurely.

Beside him, a huge silver-gray lynx lay by the campfire, its tail swishing back and forth.

Beside the lynx, a giant, ice-blue roc was gently pecking at a piece of ice with its beak—not eating it, but simply pecking the ice into slush.

Then this bro—Ouyun—saw the ice slush that the Frost Roc had pecked out, so he picked up a bowl, scooped up a spoonful of honey and poured it on the ice, then pushed the bowl back for the Frost Roc to eat.

That S-class threatening species—no, this one that can use magic is probably far more than S-class. If he were to rate it, it would have to be at least SSS-class!

Looks like Bro really is an alien.

Mike stood still—

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Then he silently turned around and went back to the stone house.

Things have come to this...

Let's go to sleep!

Maybe when I wake up tomorrow I'll find it was all just a dream?

Unbeknownst to him, the moment he closed the door, a group of dark figures silently surrounded him.

*

So Mike didn't sleep well that night.

To be precise, he barely slept at all.

Because every hour, a different animal passes by the door—

Moreover, every animal that passes by stops and glances into the house.

One o'clock in the morning.

Mike got up to go to the bathroom.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a group of monkeys squatting neatly at the entrance, each holding a handful of wild fruit they had gotten from somewhere, munching on it while staring at him.

Mike was so startled he almost held it back.

At two in the morning, Mike tossed and turned in bed.

A black, sparkling, lightning-streaked figure flashed past the window, like something out of a ghost story.

At three in the morning, Mike couldn't hold it in any longer.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a giant tortoise slowly crawling past the entrance, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly, which made him spill two drops of blood.

At four in the morning, a lynx jumped in through the window and landed squarely on his stomach.

At five o'clock in the morning, the big cat named Nanbei came in and immediately smelled some indescribable odor. It covered its nose, scratched the ground several times, and walked away with a huff.

By the time Mike's nearly ascended consciousness and soul barely returned to his body, dawn was breaking.

Mike snapped back to reality—

He covered his head.

cry.

God! Just give me a quick death!!!

*

of course.

The morning at the campsite began in an extremely heartwarming way.

Smoke rose in wisps as the campfire was relit.

The wild vegetable and egg drop soup in the iron pot was bubbling and steaming, the wheat in the field was gleaming golden in the morning light, and the waterwheel in the mill was turning slowly.

Leng Ruolan was doing her morning exercise in the square—a one-handed handstand push-up, using only one finger.

Chen Hao squatted down next to the experimental field to observe the growth of the mutated plant, while rapidly taking notes in his notebook.

Alexander and his two companions carried the firewood they had just chopped down the mountain path, chatting and laughing.

Hassan and his two companions were checking the supplies in the public warehouse, doing so in an orderly manner.

Ou Yun lay in the hammock, taking a nap.

He was the only one left—he pushed the door open and came out, almost thinking that he had already ascended to heaven.

Otherwise, how could we see such a leisurely lifestyle?!

How is this a forbidden area?

This is clearly a paradise on earth.

But he needs to change his pants first...

Over here, Leng Ruolan knew who was coming without even opening her eyes, so she casually reminded the person in the hammock, "By the way, how long do you plan to play?"

"He still has teammates, let's lure them over first."

"I see they're still in contact. If you just let it go like this, what if they get desperate and do something rash?"

"Wouldn't that be even better?"

Ou Yun took a bite of the apple that the monkeys had just brought him; it was big, red, fragrant, and sweet.

"Come on over, we've doubled the resources without lifting a finger."

Leng Ruolan remained calm. "If you don't recruit him, we can just kill them all and get double the resources."

"The double experience event hasn't even started yet, killing them is pointless."

Chewing on an apple, Ou Yun mumbled, "This batch of players should be the newest. I haven't heard any death notices from American players for a while—don't you want to know what the real world is like now? After all, we don't have any other channels to find out!"

—Because someone eliminated the only former American player who could communicate in the real world without even seeing his face, he doesn't even know that this can be obtained from a gold supply box.

Leng Ruolan paused for a moment, then said, "That's true."

When Ou Yun saw Mike come over after changing his pants, he asked him with concern how it went last night.

But before Mike, who looked distressed, could say anything—

"Even the North and South are protecting you; you're really popular here."

Ou Yun was clearly smiling, but to Mike he looked like the King of Hell, the kind of guy Satan would tattoo on his back.

"...Protect?" Huh, why can't he understand Dragon Language all of a sudden!

"Yes, mutated wild animals occasionally approach the camp at night. Since Nanbei sleeps right in front of your door, those wild animals don't dare to come near."

"..."

Are it only wild animals that dare not approach?!

Mike suddenly had the illusion that he was being played by these people—

But soon, Ou Yun stopped paying attention to him.

"Just find something to eat yourself. We're all very busy. Once you've recovered, you can leave here safely!" After saying that, he flipped onto the hammock, yawned, and closed his eyes.

"..."