Crisis, Strange Floating Wood

Looking at the live-stream, Bell rolled his eyes.

They did not say anything pleasant. What did they mean by afraid? Did he look like the kind of person who would be afraid?

The main reason was that he needed to consider the future.

Pain was not scary, death was not scary, the scary thing was that state where you could not use it. It was better to die instead.

In this life, his happy days had yet to begin.

With this in mind, Bell checked again and tightened the vines.

These vines had a certain toughness. If they were bitten by a small black caiman, they might not be able to tear them apart.

They would not be able to hurt his vital parts.

After confirming that his defense was in place, Bell nodded in satisfaction and returned to the river.

He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

Bell jumped into the water.