King of the Wilderness

Chapter 273 - 194: Ice Fishing Begins (Part 3) · Nov 01, 2026

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251 Chapter 251 - 183: Snow Crab and Lobster! 2026-11-01
252 Chapter 252 - 184: The Stone Boiling Method Commonly Used by Natives 2026-11-01
253 Chapter 253 - 184: Indigenous Stone Boiling Method (Part 2) 2026-11-01
254 Chapter 254 - 184: Common Stone-Boiling Method Used by Natives (3) 2026-11-01
255 Chapter 255 - 185: The Mysterious Code-Protected Waterproof Case 2026-11-01
256 Chapter 256 - 186: The Treasure in the Box 2026-11-01
257 Chapter 257 - 187: Ice Fishing Shack Design 2026-11-01
258 Chapter 258 2026-11-01
259 Chapter 259 2026-11-01
260 Chapter 260 - 188: Silent Companion? (2) 2026-11-01
261 Chapter 261 - 188: Silent Companion? (Part 3) 2026-11-01
262 Chapter 262 - 189: Wilderness Forge 2026-11-01
263 Chapter 263 - 190: Orange-Yellow Metal! 2026-11-01
264 Chapter 264 - 190: Orange-Yellow Metal! (Part 2) 2026-11-01
265 Chapter 265 - 191: Lighting Up a New Technology Tree 2026-11-01
266 Chapter 266 - 192: Day 26 2026-11-01
267 Chapter 267 - 192: Day 26_2 2026-11-01
268 Chapter 268 - 193: Only Three Remain 2026-11-01
269 Chapter 269 - 193: Only Three Remain (2) 2026-11-01
270 Chapter 270 - 193: Only Three Remain (3) 2026-11-01
271 Chapter 271 - 194: Ice Fishing Begins 2026-11-01
272 Chapter 272 - 194: Ice Fishing Begins (Part 2) 2026-11-01
273 Chapter 273 - 194: Ice Fishing Begins (Part 3) 2026-11-01
274 Chapter 274 - 195: Wall of Water Curtain 2026-11-01
275 Chapter 275 - 195: Wall of Water Curtain_2 2026-11-01
276 Chapter 276 - 195: Wall of Water Curtain_3 2026-11-01
277 Chapter 277 - 195: Water Curtain Wall_4 2026-11-01
278 Chapter 278 - 196: Going Home Empty-Handed Isn’t a Matter of Skill 2026-11-01
279 Chapter 279 - 196: The Air Force Is By No Means a Technical Issue! (2) 2026-11-01
280 Chapter 280 - 197: Lifting the Ice Net! What Is the Air Force? 2026-11-01
281 Chapter 281 - 197: Ice Net Haul! What Does "Empty-Handed" Mean? (Part 2) 2026-11-01
282 Chapter 282 - 197: Hauling Up the Ice Nets! What Is an Air Force? (Part 3) 2026-11-01
283 Chapter 283 - 198: One Arrow, One Kill! 2026-11-01
284 Chapter 284 - 198: Killed with One Arrow! 2026-11-01
285 Chapter 285 - 198: Killed with One Arrow! (Many Images!) 2026-11-01
286 Chapter 286 - 198: Killed with One Arrow! (Lots of Pictures!) 2026-11-01
287 Chapter 287 - 199: Generosity and Stinginess Coexist 2026-11-01
288 Chapter 288 - 199: Generosity and Stinginess Coexist_2 2026-11-01
289 Chapter 289 - 200: Favored by the Goddess of Fortune 2026-11-01
290 Chapter 290 - 200: Goddess of Fortune’s Favor_2 2026-11-01
291 Chapter 291 - 200: Goddess of Fortune’s Favor (Part 3) 2026-11-01
292 Chapter 292 - 200: Goddess of Fortune’s Favor (Part 4) 2026-11-01
293 Chapter 293 - 201: The Fat Treasure 2026-11-01
294 Chapter 294 - 201: The Fat Treasure (With Lots of Pictures) 2026-11-01
295 Chapter 295 - 201: Fat Treasure 2026-11-01
296 Chapter 296 - 202: Treasure Site in the Tree (Many Pictures, Six Days Until Drawing) 2026-11-01
297 Chapter 297 - 202: Treasure on the Tree (With Many Pictures, Six Days Until Drawing) (2) 2026-11-01
298 Chapter 298 - 202: Hidden Treasure on the Tree (With Pictures, Six Days Until Drawing)_3 2026-11-01
299 Chapter 299 - 202: Treasure Trove in the Tree (With Many Pictures, Only Six Days Until the Draw)_4 2026-11-01
300 Chapter 300 - 203: Increasing the Success Rate of "Traps 2026-11-01

In this vast, cold, and lethal ice-sealed world, he used his own hands and wisdom to create a warm, tranquil, and hopeful ”absolute domain” for himself, which measured less than three square meters.

This is not merely survival; it is gradually becoming a way of life.

He patiently waited, waited for the first greeting from the underwater world!

Time passed by, second by second.

Outside the shed, the sun started to slowly slide from the zenith towards the west, and inside, the light transitioned from bright to a dim yellow.

The charcoal inside the iron barrel had already been replaced, yet the fishing rod in front of him stood completely still as if under a spell.

An hour had passed.

Lin Yu’an slightly furrowed his brow and gently pulled on the fishing line, feeling the subtle sensation transmitted back from the lead sinker underwater.

”The underwater environment is fine, the bait is fine too...” he murmured to himself, beginning a self-analysis.

”Polar freshwater fish have a very slow metabolism, with a low appetite during winter. Patience, patience is paramount.”

He waited for another hour.

The wind outside the shed seemed to have increased, and the sun had dyed the snow with a lazy golden hue.

Inside, the temperature remained as warm as spring, but the camp chair under his buttocks seemed to have grown nails, making him restless.

He began trying some more proactive techniques, gently shaking the fishing line slightly, performing a ”tease fishing,” imitating a struggling tiny creature by the submerged wood.

He even took another piece of rabbit guts from his backpack, threw it into the ice hole, performing a ”baiting the nest,” attempting to use the stronger scent to attract distant fish.

Yet all efforts seemed to vanish without a trace; the taut fishing line remained as quiet as a library.

Another hour passed, and it had completely turned dark outside, enveloping the shed in a deep twilight.

Inside the shed, the stove became the only source of light on this ice plain, casting his solitary shadow onto the willow-woven walls.

He finally sighed a long, drawn-out sigh, slowly retrieving the fishing line from the water.

The gutted bait, full of hope, came back before him, intact but somewhat paled from the cold river water soak.

”Alright...” he said to the empty fishhook, a hint of self-deprecating humor playing on his face.

”We’ve perfected our theories, explored the best fishing spots, built the sturdiest shelter, and armed ourselves with a fire-and-iron-forged, unstoppable ice drill...”

He paused, raising the immobile fishing rod and addressing it as if speaking to himself:

”...Then, we were airborne.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head as he packed away all the fishing gear.

He had no plans to trek in the dark and instead lit a pine torch specifically prepared for nighttime ventures.

The flame on the torch crackled, instantly dispelling the biting cold around him with its rich forest scent.

The orange-red firelight cast a warm yet solitary glow on the surrounding snow, illuminating his frostbitten, rosy-red face covered with a defiant expression.

Dragging his complete set of equipment, holding the bright torch, he walked back to the shelter with his backpack containing no new food but his mind brimming with a fierce review and tactical upgrade.

While walking, he spoke to the camera: ”Today’s airborne operation is definitely not a technical issue; it’s a matter of probability and timing.”

”Fish are most active during the darkest dawn and dusk. I only fished for one afternoon, missing the optimal time window.”

A streak of fisherman-like obsession began to rise in his heart; he refused to accept returning empty-handed in his most skilled domain.

”Tomorrow, I’ll change my strategy! I’ll set out before dawn, bringing enough charcoal, food, and my sleeping bag. I’m going to wage a battle lasting over 24 hours at that fishing spot!”

”If there’s no catch during the day, I’ll sleep in that willow-branch shed, waiting for the dawn of the next day!”

This crazy thought made even him feel a surge of passion.

Meanwhile, he was already conceptualizing a grander and more intricate plan involving nets, guide ropes, and underwater traps.

Today’s airborne effort is a step towards tomorrow’s full haul!

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