A Passing Wilderness Survival Expert

Kleen looked at the young man before him. Dressed in white, spotless as fresh snow, he stood amid the heavy humidity of the rainforest without so much as a droplet clinging to him. His whole being gave off an exceptionally dry, crisp feeling.

It was as though he were not deep in the rainforest at all, but merely taking a stroll through his own garden.

The sight was undoubtedly bizarre. Kleen even wondered whether his terror had driven his mind astray, causing him to hallucinate.

In truth, although he had been awake for some time, the earlier neurotoxin, coupled with his excessive agitation, had left his mind in complete chaos.

So he no longer bothered wondering whether what stood before him was a god, a ghost, or a hallucination born from his final moments. He immediately began shouting, "Help!"

Before Zhao Cheng could do anything, the commotion drew the attention of the natives below once more. Many of them looked up at him curiously.

They had eaten prey like this before, but at this stage, one that could still shout so powerfully was the only one of its kind.

Meanwhile, the livestream chat reacted as well:

"I'm starting to suspect this is the streamer's script."

"Big-budget production, big-budget production."

"If reinforcements hadn't happened to show up, I'd have thought it was real."

"Hope he's okay..."

"By the way, filing a false police report is illegal, right? How many years is the streamer getting?!"

"It's too realistic. I'm sold on the actors' skills—I almost thought the streamer was really going to get eaten. With skills like that, why be a streamer? Just make your debut already."

The livestream chat suddenly erupted into a boiling uproar. Many people felt that their feelings had been deceived.

And at that moment, Zhao Cheng