MTL - Escape From Konoha - v6 Chapter 158 approaching darkness

The live show, Survive in Wilderness was a hit.

There were thousands of participants in the game show. They would all start by parachuting from a plane and land randomly in a primary forest.

The participants would have to rely only on a backpack, a water bottle, and a dagger to survive.

Yu Beier was only eight years old when he joined the game show so that he could buy the cure for his ill mother with the prize money. He was the youngest to have ever participated, and he had accidentally woken up a wilderness survival system.

[Ding! You have received the Wilderness Survival 101 Pack!]

[Ding! You have received Max-leveled Hunting Skill!]

[Ding! You have received Max-leveled Building Skill!]

[Ding! You have received Max-leveled Swing Skill!]

…

When the show started, the viewers were utterly shocked. From climbing the tallest mountain to crossing the ocean, conquering the forest and swamp, and managing an island, there was nothing that Yu Beier could not do.

“Dude! That eight-year-old boy is living a much more interesting life than us!”

“Yu Beier is the apex among men!”

“Whenever I see his stream, it feels like I’ve just lived an extra life!”

Dusk is the boundary, Yin and Yang are divided into two parts.

When the evil god’s flesh and blood crowded out from the cracks in the earth, when mountains of flesh and blood appeared everywhere.

Some people fear it, some people worship it, and some people burn incense and make offerings.

Some people also tasted it, hey, it tastes good?

As a result, flesh and blood turned into crops, and people greedily harvested, fought for, and worshiped their ancestors.

Hu Ma was reincarnated from fear, ate Tai Sui, kept a stove, went through hardships, fought for his life against evil spirits everywhere, and then…

……What? Am I the evil one?

- Description from novelbuddy

In a parallel world filled with pet beasts, people tame, train, evolve, and trade beasts.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.