Seeing that Little Fox hadn’t left after finishing the at, Lin Yang knew there was a chance!
These creatures living in uninhabited areas had such little natural aversion to humans; in less than two days, a little nod had earned their trust.
"Wow wow wow, it’s full and still not leaving, you’re done for, host, Little Fox is clinging onto you."
"The host is aweso, not only can he train falcons, he even has a fox trained well."
"Seeing today’s live stream, I feel sorry for the black bear that died. If it had behaved better back then, it might be live streaming with the host right now."
"Host, is there any way to keep Little White Fox from leaving? Since you can’t finish all the fish you catch anyway, why not keep it as a pet?"
Lin Yang shook his head and said with certainty, "Foxes are very smart animals; they won’t be easily tad by humans. I don’t know if anyone in the live stream has read an old book called Wolf Totem, the story of a man raising a wolf cub, which I think was even turned into a movie."
"Ah? They can’t be tad? Little White is smart, but now it’s obediently staying with you, well fed and watered. Even without a hat, it’s quite well-behaved."
"If only this white fox could be like a house cat."
"I’ve read Wolf Totem. I understand what the host ans, but I’m still curious about how close the relationship between a wild fox and a human can get through proper, friendly approaches."
Lin Yang smiled. "I can’t say for sure, but peaceful coexistence and so basic interaction should be possible. With the weather so cold and food so scarce, little foxes like these would have a hard ti surviving in the wild.
Our presence, so to speak, boosts their survival ability up a notch by providing an extra food source. However, in the long run, it’s not very beneficial for the continuation of their species. Does everyone understand why I try to find opportunities to let Little White spiral in the air every day?"
"I know this one; it’s to maintain its strength and exercise."
Lin Yang nodded. "Right, maintaining Little White’s exercise routine. We can’t possibly take it back to our country, and once the shooting is over, it will definitely be released back into the wilderness.
Little White is a falcon. In our hands, it has learned more hunting skills, which is positive for the long-term survival of the falcon species. But a fox can’t learn more; in this respect, an arctic fox is entirely different from Little White."
"Okay, I get it. There are ten more days left in the challenge. Hearing the host say so makes it feel quite emotional."
"Yeah, yeah, it’s been the 50th day already since the host has been staying here. Ti flies."
Lin Yang stretched and looked out at the sky through the snow house. "Humans are social animals. Thankfully, I have everyone’s company in the daily live streams, which makes feel sowhat better. If it weren’t for the live streaming, soone with less willpower might just go mad."
As he was having this heartfelt exchange with the viewers in the live stream, the Arican bald guy in Live Room No. 1 was experiencing hysteria.
The bald guy’s real na was Ken, a 46-year-old forr wilderness hunter coach, employed at a training facility. He specialized in teaching wealthy and leisurely people skills like archery, shooting, and tracking prey in the wild.
Before accepting the challenge invitation, Ken was full of confidence. He had chosen his most trusted weapon, a bow, and brought along a hunting knife and a firestarter. With these basic supplies, Ken was confident that he could survive in any part of the world teeming with wildlife and even thrive.
But from the first day of landing at the challenge location, the entirely unfamiliar harsh environnt taught him a lesson.
The animal resources and outside environnt near the Arctic Circle were completely different from the coniferous forests Ken was accustod to. It took him nearly a week to gradually adapt and recover.
The barrenness of vegetation on the plains and the extre scarcity of animals ant that, for the first two weeks, Ken failed to catch any significant ga and barely subsisted on squirrels and hares.
Lin Yang had proven that in this place, fishing was a god-level survival skill, but Ken hadn’t even brought a simple fishhook.
By the ti he learned through live stream interactions that other challengers were reeling in dozens of large fish daily, half a month had passed. Using primitive bone-crafted hooks, he finally managed to store over a dozen smoked fish.
With a lack of food and insufficient reserves at first, and the onset of heavy winds and snowstorms in the last ten days, life beca even tougher for Ken. By the 50th day of the challenge, he had eaten through his last bit of food reserves.
Long-term nutritional deficiencies had severely weakened his strength, and even a slight effort would leave him gasping for air. His forrly robust and agile body had thinned, his face gaunt and drawn.
Without food, snowfalls had covered most of his traps, eliminating his food sources. He had gone to great lengths to smash a hole in the ice to try fishing, but just as the fish was about to be pulled through the hole, the line snapped, and he lost not only the fish but also his most precious bone fishhook.
"Ah!!"
Ken’s long-suppressed frustration erupted in that mont, and he howled despairingly as he sat on the ice, but it was futile.
He had been hungry for a day now. If he could have pulled that fish out, he would have been able to hold on for at least two more days. Even if the fish was lost, as long as he had the fishhook, Ken would have persisted in fishing.
But now, he had nothing.
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