[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-154":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336208,4567,"Chapter 154","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-154",154,"\u003Cp>Qin Yun glanced at the cut on his palm, shook it hard, and blood droplets flew far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon closer inspection, the cut was five centimeters long but not deep, and had not damaged any internal tissue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry,” Qin Yun said, glancing up at the drone’s lens and smiling. “Minor injury—at least my head didn’t hit the ground, just a little blood from my palm, nothing serious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun spoke calmly, but the drone had fully recorded the previous moment—he’d been flung eight or seven meters away. Even with the snow’s cushioning, the mid-air body twist and directional control were astonishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, this isn’t wuxia, it isn’t a movie—it’s real life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under such sudden circumstances, Qin Yun still reacted in time to minimize his injury—his control over his body was incredible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One netizen commented: Compared to the “flat-bottomed landing” style, Qin Ye’s timely body control to avoid looking so clumsy perfectly aligns with Yi Shu’s principle that “the most important thing in life is to maintain your dignity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t Yi Shu a romance novelist? Why is she called Grandma?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Born in 1946—do you think she’s not a grandma?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, I’ve been reading her ‘If Love Were So Simple’ recently—I had no idea she was that old.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the comments drift off-topic, Qin Yun quickly treated his wound, ensured the bleeding stopped, then returned to the collision site—only to see that the object he’d hit was a large rock. What terrible luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He checked the snowboard—only the front had some scuffs, but it was still fully usable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the drone’s screen—the comments had devolved into nonsense: how Yi Shu liked writing about girls who attended top universities, yet she herself only went to a mediocre British college at age 27, something he couldn’t imagine in ten lifetimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t just Yi Shu—other netizens were making up stories about other celebrities too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They claimed Lao She was terrible at poker and always lost badly; that Lu Xun had bad teeth but loved sweets; that Hu Shi had thirty-five doctorates, but only one he earned himself; that Gu Long was stabbed, hospitalized, nearly died, then took his attacker as a bodyguard because the man said he loved reading his novels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun was baffled—he had no idea where they’d gotten all this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head, didn’t interrupt them, picked up his snowboard, and kept going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon, the snowstorm intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The livestream viewer count had surpassed two million; more and more people flooded in, filling the screen with comments and gifts of all kinds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Douyin had just officially announced the two Chinese slots for its collaboration with “Surviving the Wild.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though announced late—everyone who needed to know already did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this official release still sparked a storm. As China’s—and the world’s—largest short-video platform, Douyin’s announcement wasn’t limited to China; TikTok abroad was updated simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Douyin’s announcement, the “Surviving the Wild” production team officially published the profiles of all fifty contestants on their official website for public viewing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The campaign’s promotion had officially launched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan turned her gaze away, opened the “Surviving the Wild” official website, and quickly found the list of fifty contestants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most were white Westerners, about ten Black people, and barely any Asians—besides Qin Yun and Guo Yao, only two or three others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White people held an absolute numerical advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan studied each profile carefully—every one was clearly polished: ex-SEALs, professional hunters, extreme sports enthusiasts, wilderness survival experts—titles piled up, dizzying, making each person seem incredibly formidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quickly found Qin Yun—his profile read: “Extreme survivalist from snowy mountains to deserts, China’s undisputed number-one outdoor expert.” Nothing else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it sounded impressive, viewers found it unappealing—everyone knew these were just fluff; no matter how well written, they couldn’t match the allure of a real, verified identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, an American: “Former U.S. Navy SEAL officer, current British SAS instructor, expert in tactical decision-making, wilderness navigation, and extreme-environment survival.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two instantly impressive titles upfront boosted credibility—viewers immediately understood his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun’s profile was like this; Guo Yao’s was even more ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But “Surviving the Wild” had run so many seasons—most viewers understood that both luck and skill mattered; bad luck could eliminate even the strongest, no matter how unlikely it seemed—it happened every season.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She closed the webpage and turned her eyes back to her phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re going to be in the snow for a long time, always wear goggles. If you don’t have goggles, sunglasses will do. Don’t be fooled by the snow’s dazzling white—it’s extremely harmful to your eyes. You’ve probably all heard of this condition.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Snow blindness? I’ve heard of it, Qin Ye.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know too—it’s because snow reflects light so intensely, it can seriously damage your eyes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun didn’t look at the lens—he moved forward cautiously. Prolonged skiing placed heavy strain on his calf muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In snow, if you don’t protect your eyes, you’re very likely to get snow blindness. That’s because snow reflects nearly 100% of sunlight—over time, your eyes can go temporarily blind, which is extremely dangerous in the wild.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the bend ahead, a series of towering rock mountains appeared in view—these were gentle, snow-covered slopes, not steep cliffs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, his gaze shifted—he spotted something alarming on one of the rock mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly side-slid to a stop, turned the camera, and zoomed in sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, livestream viewers were confused, then quickly realized what Qin Yun had seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the surface of a rock mountain, a black bharal stood on a rocky ledge, calmly chewing on vegetation in the crevices, utterly unaware that thirty meters behind it, a silvery-gray shadow—nearly blended into the snow—was silently closing in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On camera, Qin Yun held his breath. The two were only two hundred meters apart—he feared disturbing this natural scene of predator and prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit, is that a snow leopard? Are you sure? It’s a snow leopard, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin Ye, what kind of eyes do you have? You can see that far?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This bharal’s done for. Do you think the leopard will succeed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Obviously—it won’t survive unless Qin Ye intervenes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won’t Qin Ye save the bharal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun whispered: “What you’re seeing is a snow leopard hunting a bharal. As a top predator in high-altitude mountains, snow leopards primarily feed on various sheep, deer, pika, hares, and snow partridges. They typically stalk and ambush, launching a sprint within thirty meters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for saving it—don’t joke. The snow leopard is a Class One protected species in our country, more valuable than me. Interfering with its meal would be a grave sin. As for the bharal—hmm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On camera, the snow leopard continued creeping forward, patient as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the distance narrowed to just twenty meters, the snow leopard suddenly moved—its speed was so fast it seemed to teleport over ten meters, then leapt off the rock face, lunging straight for the bharal’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did the bharal sense danger—it instinctively jumped sideways, its sharp hooves grazing its ribs, sending a spray of blood droplets flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Baa—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bharal’s cry shattered the silence. Agony drove it to kick the ground and bolt recklessly along the rock face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its hooves struck each protruding rock with precision—its speed was surprisingly fast. But compared to the snow leopard’s full sprint, it was hopeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within a few breaths, the leopard caught up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One paw slammed into its hind leg. The pain triggered a piercing scream—the bharal lunged forward, and a large chunk of skin and muscle tore away, exposing white bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It lost balance and tumbled down the rocky ledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viewers watched as the bharal rolled down the cliffside, crashing against protruding rocks with dull thuds. When it finally stopped, it lay on a gentle slope of loose stones, limbs twitching, unable to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snow leopard leapt lightly down the cliff and landed steadily before the bharal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sniffed the wound, then opened its mouth wide and bit down on the bharal’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun quickly pulled the camera back, avoiding the overly bloody scene that might trigger a blackout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This snow leopard, barring accident, is probably just an adult…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished, Qin Yun’s eyes widened, his tone shifting: “Holy shit—why is this snow leopard charging at me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drone rapidly ascended. On screen, the snow leopard, still gripping the bharal’s neck, dragged the corpse across the rocky slope below—straight toward Qin Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, is Qin Ye about to solo-kill a snow leopard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin Ye’s head must be spinning—he wouldn’t dare kill a snow leopard even if he had ten pairs of balls.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That snow leopard’s got ‘International Class One Protected Animal’ written on its head—it’s right in front of Qin Ye, and he still won’t cut it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Snow leopard: Oh? Come on, try to hit me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hundred meters meant nothing to a snow leopard—it was a blink away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the snow leopard spotted Qin Yun, it froze—its wary gaze clearly wasn’t its first encounter with humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t rush forward. It stood on the steep slope beside him, the bharal’s corpse in its mouth, staring directly at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun’s mind stirred—he turned around, then the drone flew forward a short distance. He raised a peace sign and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the camera stabilized, the snow leopard vanished with a *whoosh*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, did you screenshot it?” Qin Yun said proudly. “Photo with a snow leopard—fifty-one shots. Everyone who screenshot it, send me fifty yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, you’re heartless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even capitalists aren’t this greedy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That sketchy app auto-redirected—what’s it got to do with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To be fair, Qin Ye’s photo with the snow leopard is pretty good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun laughed loudly. After this minor incident, he continued toward Tian Shuihai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The time was nearly noon—he still had thirty kilometers left to reach the Tian Shuihai military outpost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow still fell, wind still howled—the biting cold turned this place into a lifeless zone, utterly devoid of human presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when the drone pulled back hundreds of meters, Qin Yun was just a tiny speck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to heaven and earth, to nature itself, he was insignificantly small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanied by a rhythmic BGM, over two million viewers watched Qin Yun advance through the uninhabited zone—a level of popularity that Luo Jiahai envied bitterly—but he himself dared not attempt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only angrily pay trolls to disrupt Qin Yun’s livestream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, there were only so many trolls—no matter how hard they tried, they were easily crushed by the two million real viewers, creating not even a ripple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After advancing another twenty kilometers, Qin Yun suddenly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned close to the snow—rows of footprints appeared on camera, stained with blood. He reached out, touched the snow, and lowered his voice: “These prints and the depth of the snow depressions suggest birds. Only a few bird species can appear on high-altitude snowfields. Based on the evidence, this is likely a dark-bellied snow partridge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though called a ‘chicken,’ the dark-bellied snow partridge is a bird—it can fly, but poorly, mostly gliding. It’s a Class Two protected species. I need to check it out—if no predator’s around, I’ll save it before it freezes to death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, he moved silently, carrying his snowboard, following the footprints and blood trail, turning sharply to pursue.\u003C\u002Fp>",1872,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","26a49645c14b796e9e8f2b9573931d22a8b3611482451ce08343274cea5ed6f7","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-155","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-153",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]