Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 598 - 595: Occupying a Big Pit

Brothers, go to sleep early.

I don’t know when I’ll finish the edits either.

The last three Black Bears.

Today may become the last day of the hunting season. The show started broadcasting early, with the two hosts already warming up.

"Wow, it’s six o’clock now. I thought I got up early enough, but viewers are still flooding in! There are four million viewers, it’s unbelievable."

"Let me sneak a peek at Master Fang’s live stream." Kogawa Kobayashi exaggeratedly pulled out his phone and placed it on his thigh, "Roar! Six million! It’s already reached six million, two million more than us! That’s outrageous!"

"I so wish I could adventure with Master Fang. Then maybe I’d also have a million fans?" Shizuka Minamoto said while resting her chin in her hands, her expression exuding envy.

[Master Fang is awesome!]

[Do you understand the value of being the world’s number one host? (Strategically leans back)]

[This is a god! The god of adventure!]

[I’ve made up my mind, Master Fang, quick, use Water Shuriken!]

At six in the morning, aside from high school students and city sanitation workers, even most white-collar workers are probably still in their dreams.

For an ordinary host, this would be a deadly time to broadcast, a time zone deserted by viewers.

Yet, Bi Fang was able to extract a staggering six million viewers from this desert, which was absolutely outrageous.

Just like what we often fantasized as kids, with so many people in the country, if each person gave a dime, one could become a billionaire. Of course, this is impossible and also illegal, as it’s considered illegal fundraising.

But now there was a successful case, six million real viewers; even if it was a dollar per person, that’s also six million.

An instant millionaire.

Probable even Bi Fang himself doesn’t know how much money he makes from a day’s stream, as every time he cashes out, he sees a long string of numbers.

Including the fixed donations, he gets over ten million in hand.

Compared to the members of the small organization from his last life, it’s like a huge leap in class, and the most direct manifestation is that he no longer has to consider whether his wallet is fat enough when he wants to buy something.

After marveling at the exaggerated number of viewers in Bi Fang’s live stream for a while, Kogawa Kobayashi emphasized once again the points of the remaining hunters.

"First place is, of course, our indisputable Master Fang, with a total score of 90.3!"

The live broadcast room rang with the audience’s astonished noises just in time.

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Kogawa Kobayashi paused for a full half minute before beginning, "An adult Black Bear typically measures between one point three and one point eight meters in length, with our scoring standard at one point five, which generally only male Black Bears can achieve. And now, ninety points!"

"If we analyze it just from the points and not the performance, it’s like nine adult male Black Bears! My goodness, how long has the hunting season been going on? Less than forty days, nine bears, Master Bi Fang has almost done one every four days."

"An average of four days to catch one Black Bear, this efficiency is simply too terrifying, he’s like a merciless bear hunting machine!"

Influenced by 19th-century new-wave drama, Japanese people often like to express emotions in an exaggerated manner. At this moment, Kogawa Kobayashi’s tone was extremely fluctuating.

Many people experiencing it for the first time might find it awkward, but the Japanese are collectively thrilled.

"Next up is Mr. Sato, with 79.8 points! Oh dear, nearly 10.5 points behind!"

Kogawa Kobayashi’s voice came through to Sato’s earpiece, darkening his face.

Damn, can’t you speak properly?

"Moving on to the third place, it’s Okuyama, who was originally paired with Tanaka. Unfortunately, Tanaka withdrew due to injury. The current score is 67.2 points."

Sato was stunned; was that all for his introduction?

"And in fourth place is the Takahashi Combination, with 62.7 points. Aside from Master Fang, among the top four, three are Yōki Hunters. There’s a saying that the hunting abilities of the Yōki Hunters are more formidable than ghosts, hence they are called ’Yōki Matagi’."

"The Yōki Hunters of Akita mainly hunt wild bears, wild boars, and deer, making a living by selling bear skins, bear livers, bear gall, and bear paws. They believe that the mountains and forests are ruled by the Mountain God, and that any game they catch is a gift from the Mountain God. Therefore, Yōki Hunters do their utmost not to defy the Mountain God, but sadly, they are not the first rank."

"Is it because they are about to disappear that no formidable character could be selected? Or does it prove that Bi Fang is more powerful than our traditional, local Black Bear hunters?"

"When you think about it, Master Fang seems even more remarkable."

Not just Sato, but also Okuyama and the others pulled a face, what do you mean by that?

Are you even Japanese?

Weren’t you bragging a lot just a few days ago? Why has the tone changed today?

The truth was only known to Gang Tianwu himself.

If it had not been for secretive thefts, Bi Fang’s Points might have broken a hundred by now, silently deducting an extra point or two for every Black Bear.

Yet the Yōki Hunters still couldn’t pull themselves together.

With only the last three Black Bears left, there seemed to be no way they could turn the tables. To lose more gracefully, they could only try to shift the public opinion.

Even the audience showed the same sentiment, and aside from a few older ones cursing loudly, most young people laughed heartily.

Bi Fang’s behavior pattern was rather odd, seemingly indifferent to hunting, often displaying noticeable slacking after some time.

But people like Sato never stopped for a moment, and even so, they couldn’t catch up to their opponent. The difference in skill was clear.

Additionally, with Bi Fang’s Asian features contrasting sharply with the forty-something-year-olds like Sato in terms of looks, how could the young people support a bunch of old men?

Kogawa Kobayashi then read out the remaining people’s scores before starting the recording.

Sato rubbed his fingertip against the blade, feeling its sharpness.

The tip of this knife was sharp as a sword, the blade length reaching up to 8 inches, and the front end of the single-edged knife had reinforcements, slightly curving upward in shape.

Tilting the knife caught the metallic sheen, exuding the imposing force of a sword.

This was a mountain knife called a "Pocket Knife."

The hollow handle could be fitted with a long wooden shaft to quickly turn into a spear.

For hunters attacked by wounded Brown Bears or wild boars, the spear was their ultimate weapon, second in importance only to their lives for the Japanese Hunters.

Not everyone could engage in close combat with bears as confidently as Bi Fang, which was highly dangerous and usually a last resort.

For the Yōki Hunters, the Yōki Mountain Knife was not just a simple knife; it was a reward for the brave spirit of the hunters who dared to confront bears face-to-face and survived.

Sato’s master passed it down to him, and although many hunters dressed in trendy clothes, they still used the weapons their ancestors wielded seven generations ago for hunting.

The first time he used it was during a duck hunt when a shot duck fell into dense shrubbery, and tough, spiky vines created a wall that was difficult to cut through.

Swinging the Yōki Mountain Knife, accompanied by the rustling sound, the vines scattered on the ground, and after three swings, he cleared a path.

Not only for clearing paths in the bush, but it also made the task of cutting up the caught ducks quite easy. It was his first kill.

At this moment, Sato’s eyes, reflecting in the blade, looked tired.

Sato had been tracking game all of last night, only managing to get a little sleep in the early hours of the morning.

In recent years, indeed, the hunting activities of the Yōki Hunters had been significantly restricted; making a living through animal conservation was already hard enough.

After the Fukushima nuclear disaster in 2011, the Japanese Government, concerned about contamination, decreed that many Yōki Hunter communities were not allowed to trade in bear meat for six years.

Even Sato’s master was forced to find other means to sustain himself.

Furthermore, there were numerous bureaucratic restrictions placed on hunting activities.

The process to obtain a license to hunt Black Bears was exceedingly cumbersome and costly. Even those not directly involved in the killing had to renew it every three years.

Events like the hunting season were few and far between.

More and more of the younger generation are choosing to leave, and just like many of the indigenous people, the cultural practices of the Yōki Hunters are under severe threat.

"If one day the Japanese Black Bears really go extinct, then it should have nothing to do with the Yōki Hunters," an old Yōki man mocked, "I think the Yōki Hunters will disappear before the Black Bears do."

But Sato believed that those who stayed were the real elites, and those who left were just looking for excuses to cover their weakness.

Sato stood up and fixed the mountain knife onto the wooden pole.

At some point, it had become impossible for the Yōki Hunters to turn back and use any other knife.

The Yōki Mountain Knife was not just a high-quality survival tool. It gave them courage to cut through brambles and branches and carve a path for themselves, even in the worst conditions.

"Wish me luck, old pal."

"For the last time, who wins and who loses, it’s all up in the air."

If his movement hadn’t been restricted, Sato would have gone to the Kii Peninsula to try his luck.

...

At three o’clock and sixty-four minutes, the North American Hunter Group killed the first Black Bear, bringing the score to 50.7 points.

No impact on the overall situation.

The production team sent a notification to everyone, and the buzzing of mobile phones reminded everyone to race against time.

Sato clenched his teeth, and his tired body was once again filled with strength.

He took off his shirt, revealing his lean and muscular torso, then tore it into long strips and tied them around his legs to improve blood circulation.

Only the last two quotas remained.

Bi Fang was not to be outdone, searching high and low across the mountains.

As long as he hunted one more, his score was likely to break a hundred.

The gap from him to the second place would stretch to twenty points.

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Unless someone killed a 2.3-meter Brown Bear, it would be impossible to surpass him; the title of first place in the hunting season was within easy reach.

The System task could also be completed.

At this thought, the audience couldn’t help but feel tense.

It’s just that...

Crushing the remnants of a campfire on the ground, Bi Fang stood up and looked around.

[Are there people in the mountains?]

Bi Fang nodded, "Yeah, there are people in the mountains, just don’t know what kind of people they are."

Bi Fang took out his water bottle and poured water into the pit, "The campfire is still smoking, but the people have already left. This could easily cause a fire, very amateurish. They didn’t go far."

"Maybe it’s campers."

[They have a death wish, camping here?]

[Didn’t see a Single Black Bear warning sign.]

[Aren’t you going to check it out?]

[Know why my grandpa lived to a hundred? Because he never meddled in other people’s business.]

"Don’t meddle, let’s move on," Bi Fang crushed the charcoal in his hand.

Meanwhile.

The Japan Office suddenly discovered a recent surge in visa applications.

At numerous international airports, many ticket counters also noticed that tickets to Japan were becoming increasingly popular, even to the point of selling out.

That day, a young man wearing a duckbill cap arrived at the airport early and, after the broadcast announcement, picked up his suitcase and embarked on a journey to a foreign land.

Exactly how many people followed him there, nobody knew.

Inside a dimly lit room, Jerret and Mond had pale faces and bloodshot eyes, with deep eye bags.

The thick smoke filled the room, and as soon as Mandy walked in, she couldn’t help coughing, but seeing both of them so focused, she forced herself to hold back.

Jerret and Mond had reached the point where they had to rely on excessive smoking to stay alert.

Mandy stealthily opened a crack in the window and, holding the tape that Bi Fang had returned the night before, played it one by one.

What followed was another long process of selection, editing, and viewing.

This was the final wrap up.

Inside the Taiji Town police station, the British Consul argued forcefully, causing Matsumoto Kiyotaka to feel overwhelmed.

Mugalen had already overcome the initial panic, the boy insisting he was asleep and hadn’t seen any suspicious individuals.

It made Matsumoto Kiyotaka want to give him a kick.

In another room out of sight, an officer unlocked the cuffs of an elderly man with a white beard, grudgingly escorting him out.

Outside, a well-dressed, refined lawyer had been waiting for a while.

The old man glanced back at the police station and then at the nearby mountains, declining the lawyer’s offer to get into the car.

He suddenly became curious about that place mentioned by the station chief.

He truly didn’t know, so why was the other party so sure?

What exactly was hidden there that required the whole of Taiji Town to cover up?

Looking at the giant Killer Whale sculpture by the roadside, the old man pondered thoughtfully.

In the bay surrounded by mountains on three sides, seagulls soared in the sky, while the majestic Tiger-headed Sea Eagle mingled among them, emitting a deep eagle’s cry.

It dove down at high speed, grabbed a large fat fish, causing the fishermen on the boat to shout loudly.

The horn sounded, issuing orders, and the fishing boats moored at the shore set out again. They lined up and converged towards the center.

Before long, hundreds of dolphins leaped out of the water.

The intense stench of blood spread through the happy town with the sea breeze.

The piercing cries seemed to wail in agony.

Thousands of miles away, an airplane landed in Alaska of the Ugly Country.

On the runway, Morishita Suji, dressed sharply, adjusted his glasses as he descended from the stairs, breathing in the air of this land and finding it sweet; his face beamed with a consistent smile.

Less than a week remained until the committee meeting here.

Morishita Suji pulled out a list from his chest, containing many government names that he needed to visit.

This committee meeting was extraordinary, and Morishita Suji needed to find more allies to support the event’s progress and declare to the world Japan’s upcoming whaling plan.

It was a busy and essential errand.

But Morishita Suji was full of confidence.

So, who to visit first?