Raft for All: Why are you the only one doing island survival?

Chapter 8 A hearty battle meal! Something's coming from the forest!

Lin Feng broke the last fish in half, handing the larger half to the square-faced man.

The square-faced man paused for a moment, then quickly waved his hand.

"Master, I've already eaten!"

"Here you go, you did the most work."

The square-faced man dared not push it away any longer. He took the half fish with both hands, stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks bulging out. After chewing a couple of times, his eyes even turned a little red.

Lin Feng finished eating the remaining half, threw the bones into the fire, and clapped his hands.

The fish is gone, but my stomach is still not full.

Eleven mouths and ten fish were barely enough to fill the bottom. For Lin Feng, it was barely enough, but for the ten strong men who had worked a hard day, it was practically nothing.

After licking the last bit of oil off his fingers, the square-faced man glanced at the empty grill, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he forced himself to swallow it back.

I'm not full.

But they were too embarrassed to say it.

Lin Feng saw this, turned around and walked to the base of the big tree, bringing over the pile of red fruits from before.

A large handful, at least fifty or sixty, each one plump and glistening red.

"Let's share it."

The square-faced man was the first to reach out, pick up a piece, and pop it into his mouth, biting it open with a "crunch".

The sweet and sour juice exploded in his mouth, giving him a jolt.

"Sweet! So sweet!"

The rest of the burly men swarmed forward, each grabbing a handful and wolfing them down into their mouths.

"tasty!"

"It tastes even better than fish!"

"Everything tastes delicious! I've been starving all day!"

Fifty or sixty fruits were devoured in less than two minutes.

Ten sea fish and a large handful of sweet berries finally satisfied these ten voracious eaters.

The square-faced man let out a loud burp, patted his stomach, his face flushed red in the firelight, and exuded boundless energy.

"That feels so good!"

He twisted his neck, then suddenly put his hands on his hips, squatted down with his two thick legs one in front of the other, and began to twist rhythmically.

"Hey! Ha! Hey! Ha!"

Lin Feng was putting the last fruit into his mouth when he suddenly stopped.

A burly man nearby found it amusing and jumped up to join in.

One leads two, and two lead a whole group.

In less than ten seconds, ten burly men surrounded the barbecue grill, stomping their feet, swinging their arms, and shouting, performing a primitive and wild dance.

Their movements were frighteningly synchronized, with each thud of their feet hitting the ground echoing loudly.

The square-faced man got excited and ripped off his short jacket, revealing his greasy, lumpy flesh glistening in the firelight.

In the blink of an eye, ten shirtless burly men were partying around the campfire, and the ground was trembling slightly.

Lin Feng leaned against the tree trunk, looking at the absurd scene before him. He felt like he wasn't fighting for survival, but rather like he was having a bonfire party in some primitive tribe.

The square-faced man turned his head and grinned at him, his simple demeanor revealing a touch of naivety.

Lin Feng couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Forget it, let them jump.

After a long day of work, it's good to eat well and let off some steam; consider it a warm-up before the game.

He threw away the fruit pit, wiped his hands, and casually opened the area chat channel.

I wanted to see how those people at sea fared on their first night.

The smile on Lin Feng's face slowly disappeared the moment the channel refreshed.

The screen was filled with messages scrolling wildly.

Every single one of them exudes despair.

"Help!! The waves are too big!! The raft is going to capsize!!!"

"I can't get my fire going! The wind's too strong, and the wooden planks are completely soaked!!"

"Is anyone there?? I can't see anything at sea, it's all black!!"

"I don't want to play anymore, I want to go home... This isn't a game, this is hell..."

"Something just hit my raft! There's a dark shadow underwater!! It keeps going in circles!!"

"I saw it too!! There's something underwater! It's huge!!"

Lin Feng scrolled down the list one by one.

None of it was good news.

The sea was pitch black, and the waves were many times larger than during the day. The fragile rafts swayed precariously in the waves, seemingly on the verge of falling apart.

The fire cannot be started.

Cold, hunger, darkness, and fear—four mountains weighed down on everyone at the same time.

Lin Feng scrolled down a few more times.

"Brothers, my raft rope broke, the planks are loose... I'm holding them down with my hands, but I can't hold them down..."

"Don't let go, bro! Keep pressing!"

"My hands are so weak... they're so cold, I can't even bend my fingers..."

……

Lin Feng left the channel and glanced at his camp.

The bonfire was burning brightly, its orange-red flames illuminating the area within dozens of meters.

The ten burly men were still dancing wildly, sweating profusely, and shouting "Hehe haha!"

Beneath my feet was solid ground, and above my head was a dense canopy of trees.

They had fresh water, food, weapons, and helpers behind them.

While others froze their fingers at sea, he watched his men dance on the island.

The gap is absurdly large.

Lin Feng shook his head and casually grabbed a few pieces of wood and threw them into the fire pit.

The flames suddenly shot up higher, making the camp even brighter.

He leaned back against the tree trunk, opened the chat channel again, and continued reading.

It wasn't that he was cold-blooded; he simply couldn't help. Separated by the vast ocean, all he could do was manage his own affairs well.

Lin Feng was engrossed in watching.

The rhythmic stomping behind me suddenly stopped.

The tremors beneath my feet disappeared.

The roaring stopped too.

The camp was so quiet that only the crackling of firewood popping in the fire could be heard.

Lin Feng looked up.

The square-faced man stood frozen in place with his back to him, his arm, which had been halfway through a swing, still hanging in mid-air.

The next second, he slowly lowered his arm, bent down to pick up the iron axe at his feet, and instantly entered a tense, hunting posture.

The other nine people also noticed, their smiles vanished, and they all grabbed their iron axes, their eyes warily fixed on the same direction.

The outskirts of the camp.

The woods to the north.

Beyond the newly cleared open space lay the depths of a dark, dense forest.

Lin Feng closed the chat panel and stood up from the rock.

"What's wrong?"

The square-faced, burly man held up an iron axe, his other hand pointing straight into the night.

He lowered his voice and squeezed out a few words with a tense tone.

"Master... there's something over there!"