Eighth day, six-thirty in the morning, the horizon was still immersed in a deep indigo, with only a few of the brightest stars stubbornly twinkling.
Lin Yu'an had already opened his eyes, his biological clock waking him up on time.
Last night's high-intensity labor, but thanks to the physique strengthened by the Golden Finger, he felt no discomfort at all, clearly the fatigue had completely disappeared after a night's recovery.
He did not linger in bed, as in survival challenges, time is an even scarcer resource than food, and every minute must be carefully accounted for.
He quickly got out of his sleeping bag, dressed, and walked out of his temporary shelter.
The biting morning wind invigorated him, and then he began his routine morning tasks as usual.
He first walked towards the coniferous forest; this time, the multiple elastic snare traps still stood quietly there, showing no signs of having been triggered.
