The first day on the deserted island is passing!
The first day on the deserted island is passing!
Yerin gradually began to grow curious about the person named Reels himself.
First of all, he's somehow different from ordinary people.
He keeps a pet lizard the size of his own body.
He enters a dense jungle without any hesitation.
And then suddenly comes out about his parents passing away.
When Yerin first met Reels, she only thought he was a cheeky little brat.
Because he would spout words curtly as if it was annoying to have someone following him, and he would act out on a whim.
On top of that, he didn't even read the room despite being a hakko.
But.
The Reels she saw while going around the deserted island together today was...
...Competent.
Extremely, very much so.
Honestly speaking, she felt he was far more reliable than most adult men she had seen so far.
'What's up with him...'
Yerin unconsciously stared blankly at Reels's small back.
They say women are genetically drawn to strong males.
In the past, she would have scoffed at such a saying.
In modern society, what's with a strong man? A handsome man is the best.
But now, she felt like she understood a little.
When she was next to this kid, there was a strange certainty that at least she wouldn't starve to death on this deserted island.
She had planned to just follow him around a bit and then split off when they met someone else.
But her thoughts changed slightly.
'...I think it's better to stick with him.'
While Yerin was having such thoughts, Reels, with sparkling eyes, squatted down at the base of a huge tree wrapped in vines and started digging the ground like a mole.
Reels's characteristic sudden behavior had started again.
Yerin asked with a surprised expression.
"W-what are you doing now?!"
Thud. Thud. Thud.
No explanation at all.
He just diligently dug the ground with his small hands.
Yerin felt awkward just standing there alone.
She looked down at her fingertips.
The new nail art she got before coming to the deserted island sparkled.
"...Ha."
Yerin thought she really hated the deserted island.
'I'll never apply for this kind of content again. Seriously.'
Grumbling, Yerin eventually plopped down next to Reels. Then, with a reluctant face, she started digging the soil too.
"So, why are we digging this?"
"It looks like a tropical root vegetable called yam."
"Yam?"
"It's similar to a potato. In Korea, they call it ma."
Reels pointed to the vine stems wrapped around the tree.
"Cases like this, they're often hidden under these vines."
"Oh."
Yerin blinked in wonder. Then she suddenly grew curious.
"...But you."
"Yes."
"What kind of a kid are you, really?"
"I'm a documentary enthusiast."
At Reels's answer, Yerin was dumbfounded and let out a hollow laugh.
'No way. Are all documentary enthusiasts like this?'
No matter how much she thought about it, there's no way.
Even if you like documentaries, normal people just go, 'That was interesting,' and that's the end.
Who memorizes every single survival technique and plant appearance that appears in them?
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Even while she was thinking this, Reels was unfazed and continued digging out the soil.
His small hands became caked with dirt. Before long, Reels's eyes sparkled like a child who had found a toy.
"I found it!"
Reels grabbed something deep in the soil with both hands and put strength into his whole body.
"Ughhh...!"
Squeak.
With a sound of something breaking, a brown tuber the size of a person's forearm was pulled out entire from the soil.
The recoil sent Reels's body flying, and he landed on the dirt floor with a thud on his bottom.
Thud.
"Ow."
But still, Reels had a delighted face.
With mud-covered hands, he lifted the yam up high and smiled brightly.
"I guess we won't have to skip dinner tonight."
"..."
Yerin stared blankly at the sight.
What is this.
Why is he so reliable.
Until just now, he was just a strange little kid.
Now, he looked just like a veteran squirrel gathering acorns in the mountains. Even his excited look holding the yam seemed cute.
Unfazed, Reels brushed off the dirt from the surface of the yam.
"It's huge, bigger than I thought."
"It's edible, right?"
"Probably?"
"There you go with 'probably' again."
Reels dusted off his butt with a satisfied expression and popped up from his spot. Then he hugged the yam tightly in his arms.
Like someone who had just discovered a treasure.
@
[Reels-kid built a shelter]
Author: (213.44)
(Picture of a shabby shelter made of twigs and leaves)
Looks okay I guess
Seems like it might blow away if wind blows
ㄴ kkkkkkkkk
ㄴ Looks fucking flimsy as shit
ㄴ Looks like a baby bird's nest
ㄴ Still, well made for the first day
ㄴ Reels is resourceful
ㄴ From keeping a lizard, it was unusual, guess he's made for the deserted island
ㄴ Yerin is just admiring from the side kkk
ㄴ Essentially Reels is supporting the party alone
ㄴ How does the party consist of 1 female streamer and 1 lizard
[Protect Reels]
(194.222)
He grew up well despite not having parents T_T
It's sadder because he said it so plainly
Ah, I need to open some soju
ㄴ Honestly, I think he's fucking amazing. From now on, I won't badmouth Reels
ㄴ Are you saying you badmouthed him before, you bastard?
ㄴ I didn't know T_T
ㄴ From now on, attacks on Reels will be considered attacks on me
ㄴ This is the first time in my life I'm supporting a hakko;;
ㄴ For real
[Streamer Gallery's real-time food secured]
Author: Reels Love Squad
(Picture of Reels smiling brightly holding a yam, covered in dirt)
His expression looks fucking happy kkk
Upvote if you want to pinch his cheeks and say angnyangnyang
ㄴ Angnyangnyang
ㄴ I'm from the Nogwaedan, but I understand why people stan Reels... Should I switch sides too?
ㄴ He looks happier than when he received 10 million won?
ㄴ Fucking upvote kkk
ㄴ He's happier about a potato than money
ㄴ It's a yam, you idiot, not a potato
ㄴ Anyway, it's a root vegetable
ㄴ Where did a kid like that come from?
ㄴ Why is it cute that he digs the ground with his tiny hands?
ㄴ I thought it was an act, but he's just a genuinely strange kid
ㄴ But he's competent
[Reels-nim, please use the API]
Author: Nongnongnongnongnong
Why can't you use it even when I give you money?
Please, stop struggling
ㄴ Doesn't he know what API is?
ㄴ How could he not know when Yerin is right there?
ㄴ But why doesn't he use it?
ㄴ Dunno
ㄴ Maybe because he's a hakko and feels the money is wasted
ㄴ Once the content ends and he streams, donations will explode anyway, just use it
ㄴ Even just buying a firesteel would lower the difficulty
ㄴ He bitched a lot about the price kkk
ㄴ He's doing UFC survival alone because he thinks the money is wasted
ㄴ Can I donate to Reels now?
ㄴ Nah, he's probably going to dig for more root vegetables again
ㄴ kkkkkkkkk
@
I examined the yam I had brushed off.
'They say roasting is the best...'
Yam is basically a root vegetable with a lot of starch.
Cooking it over a fire makes it much easier to eat and digest.
The problem is.
There's no fire.
By now, the sky had grown quite dark.
It's even worse inside the jungle.
Because of the shadows of the densely packed trees, it felt almost like night.
I looked at the dry branches scattered around.
In theory, even with bare hands, I can make fire.
Either by striking stones together to create friction heat, or using a bow drill method to create an ember.
But I don't have the stamina to do that right now.
I walked through the jungle all day looking for water.
In the process, I sweated a lot, and I even went to the point of near dehydration.
If I spend hours rubbing sticks trying to start a fire with bare hands in this state, I might not be able to move tomorrow.
Still, there's hope.
"Yerin-nim."
"What?"
"What personal items did you bring?"
Most participants likely brought survival essentials.
A knife.
A firesteel.
Fishing line.
A water filter.
Seeing that she just drank the water raw, a water filter is out for now.
Maybe she has at least one of the three.
Yerin grinned as if she'd been waiting.
"Heh heh."
Then she rummaged through the inside pocket of her outerwear and pulled something out.
"Ta-da!"
Sparkle.
A luxury brand logo shone, flaunting its magnificent presence.
It was a high-end cosmetic pouch with waterproofing.
"..."
With a proud face, Yerin explained the cosmetics inside the pouch.
"This is super expensive, you know? It doesn't wash off with water, and it doesn't come off with sweat either. I had sunscreen in there too, but they said sunscreen isn't a cosmetic, so I couldn't bring it. I wasted my money."
"..."
"Makeup is really important when you're broadcasting, you know. Especially for female streamers."
Ah.
I really should leave her behind.
I honestly thought that, and looked at Yerin with a pathetic expression. Then Yerin got offended.
"Wh-what! Why are you looking at me like that!"
"Nothing."
"You brought a lizard too!"
"..."
I can't argue with her words.
Because it's a fact.
Baby, who had climbed onto my shoulder, flicked his tongue.
For some reason, it seemed like he was mocking me.
—Owner is stupid
Eventually, I sighed and looked down at the yam.
"...Let's just eat a little raw."
"Will we not die if we eat it?"
"It should be fine."
"What's with that unconvincing statement."
I peeled off the yam skin roughly with my fingernail and took a bite.
Crunch.
"Mm."
Honestly, it's not tasty.
It's really dry. And it tastes a bit like dirt.
It feels like chewing a raw sweet potato without the sweetness.
But the more I chew, the more a heavy feeling of fullness rises.
"At least it's filling."
On the other hand, Yerin, who followed my lead and chewed the yam, instantly scrunched up her face.
"Eww."
"What?"
"It tastes bad!"
Yerin's face was almost tearful as she mouthed the yam.
"This just tastes like chewing dirt..."
"That's how it is when you eat it raw."
I nonchalantly took another bite.
Crunch.
Even though it's dry, it's not inedible.
@
The light completely disappeared, and thick darkness swallowed the forest.
Creeeak.
The sounds of unknown insects rang out from all around.
I was lying curled up inside the temporary shelter I had built next to a rock.
It's narrower than I thought.
The ground is hard too.
The smell of leaves is also strong.
Inside my arms, Baby slowly wagged his tail.
Flick.
Unable to sleep, Yerin tossed and turned before opening her mouth.
"You awake?"
"No."
"I have something I'm curious about, can I ask?"
"Yes."
"What are you going to do with the donation money you received, Reels?"
"..."
Hmm.
I've never thought about it deeply.
Because the fact that I received 10 million won from a stranger still doesn't feel real.
I stared blankly at the leaf ceiling and murmured.
"I probably won't use it."
"What?! ...Ah, I guess that could be."
At first, her tone was genuinely surprised, but soon her voice calmed down.
She must have understood in her own way.
Because hakko streamers are needy.
She probably thinks I can't bear to spend the money.
"That's one thing, feeling the money is wasted. But more than that..."
"More than that?"
"It's too much of a cheat key, isn't it?"
"Cheat key?"
"If I use the API, it becomes too easy."
Water.
Fire.
Survival tools.
Even food.
If you have money, a drone brings everything.
If I use that, why would I bother to struggle and survive here myself?
"I'm trying to hold out for the two weeks without using the API as much as possible. My goal is to not use it at all."
"..."
The shelter fell silent for a moment.
A little later, Yerin let out a laugh as if she was dumbfounded.
"You really are a strange kid, aren't you?"