American Landowner: Starting with Hunting in Alaska
Author: Mushroom Who Loves Farming
[Manor + farming + food + fishing and hunting + a unique parallel-world setting: abundant hunting resources... a laid-back farming story...]
Su Wei died suddenly after working overtime, only to wake up and discover that he was deep in the mountains of the State of Alaska in a parallel-world America.
The good news was that he had inherited twenty acres of land and successfully become a landowner.
The bad news was that the land was all wilderness, with only an old log cabin on it. Not only was he $160,000 in debt, but the original owner had also recklessly gone hunting in the mountains and died in a blizzard.
Faced with this disastrous start, Su Wei wanted to cry but had no tears. Then he awakened his golden finger, the Wilderness Module System.
[Gathering Module]: Rare mushrooms and century-old ginseng had nowhere to hide within a hundred li!
[Hunting Module]: Ballistic assistance and wind-speed correction to take a bear's head from a thousand li away!
[Construction Module]: Repair the cabin, expand the manor, and build a paradise on earth with his own hands!
And so, Su Wei happily settled into his life as a manor owner.
In summer, he caught plump king salmon in crystal-clear streams, picked sweet berries in the sunshine, tended his thriving vegetable garden with his own hands, and enjoyed the endless vitality of the midnight sun.
In winter, when snow and wind blanketed the earth, he curled up beside a warm fireplace, savored venison stew he had made himself, played with his fluffy pets, and watched the northern lights shimmer outside.
There was no more of the cutthroat competition and anxiety of the city here, only the freedom carried by the wind across the manor, and happiness...
Note: This is a slow-paced food, farming, and hunting story~ The tone is relaxed and leisurely, with no deep-seated bitterness or hatred.
(If it's not to your taste, please don't read.)
Chapter 1: Kodiak? A Desperate Start, Module Activated!
Pillar Mountain, Kodiak Island, Alaska, in a parallel world.
A campsite buried in snow after a blizzard.
Su Wei leaned against a spruce tree, his eyes vacant.
He had been reborn!
After working overtime for an entire month straight, he had lived up to expectations and died suddenly.
Before he died, he had prayed that, if he were reincarnated, he would never have to work overtime again. Better yet, he hoped he could live out his life in peace and happiness.
He had never expected to actually be reborn.
However, he had been reborn in the body of a dead man.
A Chinese American also named Su Wei, in the State of Alaska in a parallel-world America.
His parents had gone out with a fleet to catch king crab and ultimately died in an accident.
The good news was that they had left him a log cabin and twenty acres of land near the edge of Pillar Mountain in the Town of Kodiak.
The bad news was that they had also left $160,000 in debt. After his parents died, the bank determined that he had no ability to repay it and decided to start foreclosure proceedings, auctioning off the land and house to pay the debt.
To keep the land, the original owner had ultimately obtained a court ruling granting him one month to prove that he had sufficient means to repay the debt.
That also meant he needed to scrape together a minimum repayment of $30,000 toward the loan within a month.
However, the original owner had only just graduated from college. He had no job and no particular abilities.
Under financial pressure, he had ultimately chosen to go hunting deep in the mountains.
Alaska in this world seemed to be very permissive about hunting, and most game fetched a high price.
Unfortunately, he had encountered a blizzard and died.
His thoughts churned, and Su Wei came to his senses.
This was no time to gripe and complain. He was still deep in the mountains!!
Although the blizzard had only just passed, the danger had not diminished in the slightest!
He had to survive!
That thought overwhelmed everything else and became his sole concern.
Su Wei stiffly turned his neck and surveyed his surroundings.
The campsite was a mess. Branches swept up by the wind and snow had torn the tent to shreds, leaving the place in shambles.
Fortunately, most of his things seemed to still be there.
He braced his elbow against the snow and slowly moved his body, adjusting as he recovered from his frozen state.
He found a trekking pole half buried in the snow and leaned on it to barely get to his feet.
"Backpack..."
He found the crucial information amid his jumbled memories.
When the blizzard hit, the original owner had instinctively pinned his most important possession, his backpack, beneath himself.
Su Wei looked at the spot where he had been leaning and brushed the snow aside with his foot, revealing a dark green backpack.
The zipper was frozen shut.
He took off his gloves and rubbed the zipper pull with his nearly numb fingers, using the warmth of his palm to melt the ice. Only then did he manage to open it a crack.
Everything inside was still there.
Su Wei breathed a sigh of relief.
Kneeling in the snow, he carefully began to take inventory.
An entrenching shovel, a camping pot, a short-handled axe, a Swiss Army knife, two magnesium fire starters, and a small roll of nylon rope.
He felt around some more and found a few packets of crushed survival biscuits at the very bottom.
That was everything he had to keep himself alive.
No, there was something else.
His gaze swept over the torn tent fabric and suddenly stopped.
The end of a dark walnut gunstock protruded from beneath the fabric.
A gun!
Su Wei's heart gave a sudden leap, and he grew excited.
He practically pounced on it, yanking the tent fabric aside.
A Browning BAR hunting rifle lay there quietly, a thin layer of ice coating its body.
He picked it up. Its cold, solid feel against his palm made him feel much more secure.
It had belonged to the original owner's father, and it was also his greatest hope on this hunting trip.
Relying on his body's instincts, he skillfully pulled back the bolt, the metal making a crisp clack.
He looked into the magazine.
Empty.
Where were the bullets?
His heart sank. He immediately reached into the pocket of his outdoor jacket, and his fingertips touched a few cold little cylinders.
Three!
He rummaged through a side pocket of the backpack and finally found a wax-paper packet.
Su Wei tore open the wax paper with trembling fingers. Inside were six gleaming brass .30-06 cartridges, neatly arranged.
Three plus six: nine rounds.
Nine chances.
Su Wei took a deep breath and steadily pressed three rounds into the magazine.
Then he carefully tucked the remaining six, still wrapped in the paper, into the innermost pocket of his jacket, using his body heat to keep them warm.
With a gun and ammunition, Su Wei finally felt a little more confident.
Perhaps because he had been reborn in the original owner's body, he also possessed the original owner's muscle memory.
Loading and holding the gun both felt extraordinarily familiar, with no sense of unfamiliarity.
Su Wei straightened up and gazed into the distance, gun in hand.
Snowy mountains stretched into the distance, and coniferous forests extended as far as the eye could see.
The scenery was beautiful, but danger lurked everywhere.
The tent was ruined. Spending the night here would be waiting for death.
He had to find somewhere to stay before dark.
To get home, he would have to follow the frozen stream downhill, a journey of about two days.