Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Live Streaming, Starts!

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Bi Fang’s expression was serious, and things were indeed not as simple as he had thought.

Even the narrowly defined Qinling stretched over four hundred kilometers from east to west, and was more than one hundred and fifty kilometers wide from north to south. It would take half a day by car, let alone walking out on foot.

There were news about tourists going missing every year, which was extremely dangerous.

“However, the System has given me a Blue Skill: Wilderness Survival lv5. In this area, I’m an expert,” he said.

After calming down, Bi Fang recalled the various skills in his mind and steadied himself once more.

Ordinary people entering would indeed have no chance of survival.

But at this moment, Bi Fang, with his professional skills, had already transcended this category; besides, he wouldn’t rely solely on the System.

If the first mission was this dangerous, it was foreseeable that future ones would only get more difficult. Relying solely on the System was not advisable.

There were still a few days left before the mission started, and Bi Fang was going to prepare thoroughly, gather professional information, and then train his body methodically.

This body was too weak, not nearly enough capital for the revolution, so he had to train!

Bi Fang loved life, loved adventure, but he also hoped to have the opportunity to continue adventuring indefinitely.

Why did it seem that the more we grew up, the faster time passed?

Because as children we are discovering and exploring, whereas as adults we are constantly repeating. As children, we live each year as 365 days, but as adults, we live each year as 365 repetitions.

He was never one for routine!

The difficulties before him were not enough to scare him, and wasn’t this what life was about?

Fuck the office, fuck the 996 work culture, I just want to be the god of the Wilderness!

With a plan in place, Bi Fang immediately took action, ready to buy tickets online for his departure. However, before that, he hadn’t forgotten…

… There was still one unopened Skill Can…

…

The cool mountain breeze blew in his face, causing his hair to flutter lightly in the wind – the youth Bi Fang had left behind…

Bang!

Accompanied by a bout of violent shaking, the tricycle squeaked alarmingly, on the verge of falling apart.

The previously composed Bi Fang instantly broke his poise, deftly adjusting his center of gravity to stabilize his shape, yet his butt was still numb, making him wonder if he might end prematurely in his mission, suffering a coccyx fracture as soon as he made an appearance, having to let his live stream audience call for help.

“Old man, go a bit slower, please!”

“Alrighty!”

The old man responded and skillfully shifted gears, making the tricycle less bumpy.

Bi Fang held the handlebar with his left hand and his forehead with his right.

The application at the Forestry Bureau had gone unexpectedly smoothly, but the journey there had been a real trek, transferring from high-speed train to coach, then to a minibus, and finally to a tricycle. He had made it into Qinling after much effort.

To scrape together the fare, he had sold off a complete set of Ancestor Birds produced by the System…

Embarrassingly, Bi Fang had even considered joining the Digital Monster World to form the Dark Masters with Machinedramon, Puppetmon, and Metal Seadramon.

Fortunately, wearing his own clothes didn’t trigger a warning from the System, which he could still tolerate; otherwise, he might have had to practice true “natural” survival like Grandpa De.

However, when he stuffed a third jacket into his bag, he was warned by the System, quashing the little schemes in Bi Fang’s mind and he stopped thinking about these unorthodox methods.

With a sigh, Bi Fang started fiddling with his gear.

The task had a time limit of fifteen days, with seven days for survival, two days for travel and rest, leaving him less than a week for learning and training.

The results were quite significant; his strength attribute improved a bit, especially after getting a haircut, making him look much more energetic, like a completely different person from before.

On the skill panel: [Green Skill: Foot Orienteering lv3, Rock Climbing lv5, Swimming lv2, First Aid lv3, Flora and Fauna Identification lv2]

[Blue Skill: Wilderness Survivalist lv5]

[Purple Skill: Advanced Yoga lv1]

The last Skill Can he opened contained Rock Climbing, but at a higher level, refreshing the skill, which wasn’t too bad.

The most useful was Wilderness Survival lv5; he was relying on it primarily for survival in Qinling.

As for Advanced Yoga, at first glance it seemed useless, but after practicing it a couple of times, Bi Fang found it was indeed valuable.

Through various postures, it greatly improved his body’s flexibility and balance, and allowed him to quickly adjust his breathing and maintain emotional stability.

With a calm heart, he could understand a deeper world in any environment.

This taught Bi Fang a lesson—skills only provide knowledge; what effect one can achieve still depends on personal application.

Like now, sitting on the tricycle with a coordinated posture, solid and steady.

Pulling out the live-streaming device disguised as a drone, Bi Fang thought, and it automatically connected to the network.

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I have no idea where the internet comes from in this godforsaken place, but I can only say the peripherals provided by the system are truly powerful. Not only can the live broadcasting device transform and disguise itself, it also delivers lossless image quality, operates almost silently, and is incredibly durable — not even a bullet can scratch it. It’s simply perfect.

The first-person invisible camera is pure sci-fi. You can wear it right in your eye. The viewpoint is clear, it can display comments, and it doesn’t flicker when you blink. It connects automatically and maintains the coherence of the video, without all the usual hassles of regular contact lenses.

It’s just that the explanation is a bit of a hassle, but it can be managed by saying it’s a highly concealed mini camera, with image quality as a result of computational optimization.

Only a few smart viewers might guess the truth, but there’s no way to verify it.

Who would believe that a live streamer has technology that’s way ahead of its time? If they were that capable, why would they bother with live streaming?

Those who truly suspect would be considered fools.

Now, Bi Fang really had the best hardware among all the streamers!

He turned on Shark Live Streaming and went directly into the backend.

Due to the participant requirement of the mission, Bi Fang chose Shark, one of the hottest platforms.

He entered the live room he had previously registered and began setting the title: [Master Fang Live: Real Wilderness Survival, Experience the Charm of Qinling’s Nature!]

The title was a bit exaggerated and somewhat raw; it might turn some people away just by seeing it, but it was sure to pique the curiosity of many more and grab attention.

After all, even the finest liquor goes unnoticed if tucked away in a remote alley.

The afternoon wasn’t peak streaming time, and there were few viewers. As a ‘three-no’ newbie—no fans, no recommendation, no popularity—he had to have a title catchy enough to draw people in.

When the viewers come in and discover this hidden gem of a boy—haha…

“It’s finally starting.”

Bi Fang took a deep breath and hit the live button.

A faint blue light flashed across the surface of the drone, and the next second, the drone took off silently and hovered behind the tricycle.

The view switched to the live room’s footage within his vision.

In the lossless quality from above, nature seemed even more magnificent, with the leaves of tall trees in the valleys undulating in the wind like waves of ink.

Impressive!

Impressive enough to intoxicate and even excite!

The road ahead was unknown. It was a challenge, the most thrilling adventure!

Bi Fang was full of excitement, but the next moment he snapped back to reality—someone had come in!

[Wori, this image quality, is this Shark’s work? Or is it a drone? What’s this high-end livestream about?]

[This clarity? We’ve got Blu-ray quality live streams now?]

The viewers who just joined were taken aback by the flawless image quality of the live broadcaster.

[I have to give this picture and this face a 94. Don’t ask me why, because I’m watching this on the highway and got docked 6 points.]

[Good image quality, thumbs up, but the streamer’s looks… is this another outdoor girl-chasing session? I’m outta here.]

“Hi everyone, I’m…”

Just as Bi Fang was about to greet them, he realized that a third of the audience that had just come in had already left.

This wouldn’t do!

Each viewer was a precious… treasure, not to be lost so easily!

However, it’s no wonder the viewers reacted this way. Nowadays, most outdoor live streams are misleading; you click on one and it’s all handsome guys in fancy cars trying to pick up girls outdoors.

For the first time, Bi Fang felt somewhat annoyed that his face was a blend of Andy Lau on the left, Louis Koo on the right, Zunlong in front, Tin Lok behind, Tony Leung above, and Edison Chen below. Hide his face and he could pass as a fighter.

But these days, everything’s so competitive, even transmigration.

Ugly people don’t even transmigrate anymore.

After all, it can affect the readers’ ability to empathize.

Alas, it was all his own fault.

Bi Fang felt his conscience had been condemned.

So he decided to be a pioneer and break this pattern!

Bi Fang immediately shouted, “Don’t go just yet!”

Screech.

The tricycle came to a screeching halt.

Under the massive inertia, Bi Fang, sitting in the tricycle, was almost thrown out, but his Advanced Yoga wasn’t for nothing. With a twist of his waist and a flick of his hips, he still managed to land gracefully.

“Hey, I didn’t tell you to stop!”

Bi Fang said, unable to help but laugh and cry.