The rich fat dripped down the venison, emitting an extremely enticing aroma.
Everyone who had been hungry all day felt their stomach acids churning, but upon hearing Bi Fang's plan, without exception, all stopped what they were doing and pricked up their ears.
Where would the next adventure be?
This matter was far more important than eating.
Bi Fang, holding a whole deer leg, tore off a chunk of fatty sinew and chewed it. After a long moment, he swallowed and faced the crowd's gaze, uttering a single word.
"Arctic."
"I will go to the Arctic."
A gust of night wind blew by, and the fear of coldness etched into their genes made everyone shiver in unison.
The Arctic?
Bi Fang closed his eyes in contemplation, and within the system panel, a new mission glimmered with a faint blue light.
[Mission Name: Icy Tundra]
[Mission Location: Greenland]
[Mission Mode: Survival]
[Mission Difficulty: T6]
[Mission Requirements: No equipment other than system gear may be carried.]
