Chapter 33

As long as I’m not embarrassed, then it’s someone else who is.

Besides, Xiao Yi didn’t lie—just moments ago, the bear fur in the cave proved that bears had indeed lived here.

Then Xiao Yi took the shovel hanging from his waist and began filling his grass basket with soil.

Xiao Yi had done a rough calculation: to build the heated bed, he’d need at least forty baskets of clay, based on the capacity of his grass basket.

If he carried two baskets per trip, he’d have to make twenty round trips; each round trip took over an hour, so just transporting the clay would take him two full days.

This kind of work is boring—for the one doing it, and for the one watching.

As a result, the number of viewers in Xiao Yi’s livestream naturally dropped straight from six million to four million.

It’s even trending downward afterward; there’s nothing to be done—this kind of soil-carrying is inherently dull.

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In contrast to Xiao Yi’s boredom, Wu En’s livestream on Channel 5 saw viewership double, surging from an initial eighty to ninety thousand to nearly two million.

Although no large aggressive wild beasts had been found here, Wu En on Channel 5 had just discovered an animal that could almost guarantee an easy win.

“Hey, friends, today we’ve spotted a giant—look at that! A large moose. With this, we can solve our food problems for good.”

“Though rabbit meat gives us plenty of energy every day, it has almost no fat.”

“Without fat, survival in the wild is extremely dangerous. This moose here can perfectly meet our current needs.”

Wu En watched the moose drinking by the water and couldn’t help but speak excitedly.

As a hunter, though his ambition was to hunt large aggressive predators, seeing this massive prey still filled him with excitement.

“Damn, is that really a moose? Wu En the God just went supernova!”

“Haha, yeah—if he takes down this moose, Wu En might win outright.”

“Haha, this moose must weigh at least a ton. With this, Wu En can live a life of eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, then collect ten million after a hundred days.”

“Damn, this is the true chosen one, the ultimate winner—I now feel Wu En will definitely land the grand prize. With this moose, food will be more than enough.”

“You’re exaggerating—do you look down on Xiao Shen? Wait till Xiao Shen takes down Xiong Zai, and food will be plentiful too.”

“Get lost! Xiao Shen can lose, but Xiong Zai can’t die.”

“Let’s wait till Wu En hunts this moose first! The last guy who saw a moose is already on his way home—do you really think moose are that easy to hunt?”

“You’ve already dug up every bamboo shoot on the mountain. Kai’en’s already eliminated—can’t you just let this guy have a chance?”

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As for Wu En at this moment, he naturally knew nothing of the livestream’s chatter—he was silently trailing the moose.

He was still too far away from it now, beyond shooting range.

Moreover, this area was too open and close to water; though the moose looked bulky, it could reach speeds of fifty-five kilometers per hour.

That’s equivalent to a car’s normal driving speed, so in this area, he had only one shot—if he missed, chasing it by speed alone would be nearly impossible.

Even Wu En, who was highly confident in his archery, didn’t dare to gamble on this one shot.

Besides, moose are aquatic experts—some have even seen them swim across straits.

So Wu En waited, waiting for the moose to enter the forest ahead—its dense foliage would let him hide better and approach closer.

And the forest would also slow the moose’s initial speed, giving him at least three shots.

At this moment, everyone in the livestream held their breath, afraid that even a single breath might scare off the moose on screen.

After drinking, the moose slowly headed toward the nearby woods.

Wu En, an experienced hunter, knew the moose’s movements showed it hadn’t detected his tailing.

After trailing for over half an hour, the moment Wu En had been waiting for finally arrived.

The moose stopped still, scanning its surroundings—this was exactly the moment Wu En had hoped for.

Wu En acted decisively: the instant the moose froze, he drew his bow and shot.

“Swoosh!”

The arrow flew away, and the moose, sensing pain, bolted off in a panic.

But now, an arrow was embedded in the moose’s hind leg, blood streaming freely.

Wu En’s composure had wavered slightly during that first shot, causing it to strike only the moose’s hind leg.

But a hind leg wound meant little to a one-ton moose—it wasn’t fatal.

Yet Wu En reacted quickly and fired another arrow immediately.

But this time, Wu En had underestimated the moose’s initial burst of speed—the arrow missed completely.

Wu En then ran forward and fired again—this shot revealed his mastery as a hunter: it struck the moose’s neck directly.

Seeing this, Wu En was overjoyed. Though the moose vanished from his sight, he knew it was his.

“Damn, did Wu En’s uncle actually hit it?”

“No doubt—awesome!”

“Wu En’s uncle just shot to the top of my survival ranking.”

“Haha, with this moose, what’s there left to worry about?”

“Damn, with this moose, he’s already won outright!”

“Does Wu En even care about this moose? He just wants to hunt bears calmly.”

“Haha, that’s true—according to Wu En’s uncle, he’s here to prove what a real man and warrior should be.”

“I wouldn’t believe anyone else saying that—but I believe Wu En, because he’s a true tycoon with thirty thousand sheep and thousands of cattle.”

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When Wu En hit the moose, his livestream viewership surged instantly to three million.

Everyone was now discussing Wu En’s luck and brilliance.

With this moose, Wu En couldn’t be guaranteed the grand prize—but with it, entering the prize zone would be effortless.

As for Wu En at this moment, he followed the moose’s blood trail, searching for the severely wounded beast.

Finally, in a pile of grass, he found the moose, unable to move, moaning in agony.

“That sound is so heartbreaking—I sometimes feel this is too cruel.”

“Are the chickens, fish, and pigs you eat at home not heartbreaking? It’s just nature’s law.”

“Saints are everywhere—I think as long as it’s not torture, there’s nothing to pity.”

“Hah! Without this show, would this moose even die?”

“Hah! Without this show, where would you be to play the saint?”

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The moose’s moans moved many, sparking arguments in Wu En’s livestream.

There was nothing to be done—humans are just such conflicted creatures.

But Wu En paid no attention to any of this—he spoke toward the drone.

“Friends, waiting here is the safest option, but I don’t want to watch it suffer like this.”

With that, Wu En raised his bow again and shot straight into the moose’s throat.

No mistake this time—one arrow, throat severed. The moose struggled briefly, took two stumbling steps, then collapsed and never rose again.