Thirty-five years old, an optimized UI designer, three months of unemployment turned Yang Yifan's life into a puddle of mud. He stayed in the study every day playing games, drinking Coke, and waiting for takeout. He didn't even ask his wife when she returned to her parents' house for three days.
Until a cold voice sounded in my head - in ten seconds, I will be transported to a desert island survival game. I will survive for ninety days. If I fail, I will die in reality. He didn't have time to think too much and grabbed the only three things in the study: a fire ax, a decorative bow, and a lure rod that had never been in the water.
After the white light passed, the five people on the white beach looked at each other. Muay Thai coaches, outdoor team leaders, college students, suit directors - none of them look like they can survive three days in this pristine rainforest. Tides, beasts, typhoons, and unknown creatures came one after another, and what sent shivers down their spines more than these were the traces left by those who had landed on the island earlier than them: scratches on tree bark, bones in caves, and a diary that ended abruptly with "They are coming."
Yang Yifan led this group of people from prey to hunters, from waiting for death to survival. They discovered a giant tree engraved with symbols deep in the rainforest, found a satellite phone in an abandoned cabin, and gradually pieced together the secret of this island - it was never a deserted island, but a hunting ground that was constantly being restarted.
When the fire shot up into the sky on a full moon night, an unnatural sound came from the sea. Yang Yifan held the fire ax tightly and stood in the firelight. Behind him were four people who put their lives in his hands. Three months, ninety days. Those who can go home can only survive three.
And he has lost too many times. This time, he didn't want to lose again.
