American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

Parallel world, Alaska, Kodiak Island, Pillar Mountain.

A campsite buried by snow after a blizzard.

Suwei leaned against a spruce tree, his gaze vacant.

He was reborn!

After working overtime continuously for a whole month, he died suddenly, as expected.

Before he died, he was still praying that after being reborn, he would no longer have to work overtime and would rather live a peaceful and happy life.

Unexpectedly, he really was reborn.

However, he was reborn into the body of a dead person.

In a parallel world, in Alaska, USA, there is a Chinese American named Su Wei.

The parents went out fishing for king crabs with the fleet and eventually died in an accident.

The good news is that he was left with a cabin and 20 acres of land in the town of Kodiak near the edge of the Pillar Mountain.

The bad news is that he still has $16 in debt. After his parents' death, the bank determined that he was unable to repay the loan and decided to initiate forced proceedings to auction off the land and house as collateral. He will then be required to repay the debt.

In order to retain the land, the original owner eventually obtained a one-month grace period through a court judgment to prove that he had sufficient repayment ability.

This also means that he needs to raise the initial loan amount of $3 within a month, which is the minimum repayment amount.

However, the original owner of this body had just graduated from university, had no job, and no abilities whatsoever.

Under economic pressure, he ultimately chose to go hunting in the deep mountains.

This world's Alaska seems to be very open to hunting, and most of the game is very expensive.

Unfortunately, it was caught in a blizzard and died tragically.

Amidst his fluctuating thoughts, Su Wei regained his senses.

Now is not the time for complaining and grumbling; he's still deep in the mountains!

Although the blizzard has just passed, the danger has not diminished at all!

He has to survive!

This thought overwhelmed everything and became his only idea.

Su Wei stiffly turned his neck and looked around.

The campsite was a mess; the tents were torn to shreds by tree branches whipped up by the wind and snow, and the scene was a complete disaster.

Fortunately, most things seem to still be there.

He braced himself on the snow with his elbows and slowly moved his body, trying to recover from being frozen.

He found his trekking pole, half-buried in the snow, and used it to barely keep his balance.

"Backpack……"

He found the key information in his confused memories.

When the blizzard came, the original owner subconsciously pressed the most important backpack under his body.

Suwei looked at the spot where he had just leaned against, and used his foot to push aside the snow, revealing a dark green backpack.

The zipper is frozen.

He took off his gloves and rubbed the zipper pull with his numb fingers, relying on the warmth of his palms to melt the ice, before he could barely pull it open a crack.

Everything inside is still there.

Su Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

He knelt in the snow and carefully began to take inventory.

An entrenching tool, a field pot, a short-handled axe, a Swiss Army knife, two magnesium rods, and a small roll of nylon rope.

I touched it again and found a few broken packets of compressed biscuits at the bottom.

This was all the possessions he had to survive.

No, there's something else.

His gaze swept over the tattered tent flaps and then suddenly stopped.

A section of dark walnut wood gunstock peeked out from under the cloth.

It's a gun!

Suwei's heart skipped a beat, and he became excited.

He practically lunged forward and ripped open the tent flap.

A Browning BAR hunting rifle lay there quietly, a thin layer of ice forming on its body.

He picked up the gun, the cold, solid feel of it coming from his palm, which made him feel much more at ease.

This was left by the original owner's father, and it was also the greatest hope for this hunt.

He instinctively and skillfully pulled back the bolt, the metallic clanging sound crisp and clear.

He looked into the magazine.

empty.

What about bullets?

His heart sank, and he immediately reached into the pocket of his down jacket, his fingertips touching several cold, small cylinders.

Three!

He rummaged through the side pocket of his backpack for a while and finally found an oil paper package.

With trembling fingers, Su Wei tore open the oil paper, revealing six neatly arranged, golden .30-06 bullets inside.

Three plus six equals nine.

Nine chances.

Su Wei took a deep breath and steadily loaded three bullets into the magazine.

Then, carefully put the remaining six bullets, along with the paper package, into the innermost pocket of the jacket to keep them warm with your body heat.

With guns and bullets, Su Wei finally felt a little more confident.

Perhaps because he was reborn into the original owner's body, he also possessed the original owner's muscle memory.

Loading and holding the gun felt strangely familiar, with no sense of unfamiliarity.

Su Wei stood up straight, holding his gun and looking into the distance.

The snow-capped mountains stretch endlessly, and the coniferous forests extend as far as the eye can see.

The scenery is beautiful, but danger lurks everywhere.

The tent is destroyed; spending the night here is tantamount to waiting to die.

He needs to find a place to stay before dark.

To get home, you have to follow the frozen stream downstream, which will take about two days.

We have to go.

He had no intention of continuing the hunt; to him, it wasn't an attempt, it was suicide.

Let's go home first; only by surviving can we have a chance.

He packed everything back into his backpack, even rolling up and tying up the tattered tent fabric to at least block the wind.

After packing up, Su Wei shouldered his bag, leaned on his trekking pole, and trudged into the snow.

The snow was knee-deep, making it very difficult to walk.

Suwei exhaled a breath of white air; however, just walking from the camp to the path had taken a lot of his strength.

He has not yet recovered his physical strength, and his lungs are still burning with pain.

Su Wei leaned against a tree, resting his hands on his knees, trying to regain his strength.

A feeling of hunger began to rise in his stomach; he was hungry.

The compressed biscuits in the backpack are the last rations and cannot be eaten casually.

But the journey still has at least two days to go, and he must find a suitable shelter before tonight.

He needed to find something to eat to replenish his energy.

His eyes searched carefully in the snow.

Everything was white, nothing but snow and bare tree branches.

But the original owner's pitiful biological knowledge told him that there was more to this place than nothing.

He walked along the path with difficulty for about half an hour, then suddenly stopped.

He spotted a patch of red beneath a thicket of snow-laden bushes.

He walked quickly over, used his trekking pole to brush away the snow, and discovered a cluster of red berries.

The fruit was small, only about the size of a little fingernail, but it stood out against the white snow.

"Highbush Cranberry..."

The name automatically popped into Su Wei's mind.

It is common in Kodiak Island, tastes sour, is non-toxic, and is rich in vitamins.

This thing is actually a product of summer, but some of it will remain after being frozen underground by heavy snow.

It is also a winter food source for some animals.

If given a choice, Suwei would not have chosen this.

But now, he has no choice.

Suwei put down his backpack, knelt in the snow, and began picking the frozen berries.

The fruit was very cold, and my fingers quickly went numb from the cold.

But he didn't stop; instead, he picked them faster and faster.

This was the first time he had found food on his own since he came into this world.

This represents heat, and it represents the ability to survive.

He picked a handful, rubbed them with clean snow, and then eagerly popped one into his mouth.

The cool berries melted in his mouth, and a strong sour taste made him squint his eyes instantly.

But after the sour taste comes a faint sweetness.

This means there's a chance of survival.

Without further hesitation, he quickly picked the fruit and stuffed it into the front pocket of his backpack until it was full.

Just as he zipped up his jacket, ready to stop.

A clear, mechanical voice rang in his mind.

Congratulations on successfully gathering food for the first time! You have completed the achievement "First Time Gathering".

Su Wei froze, thinking he was hallucinating from hunger.

But the next second, the voice rang out again.

[Activate the data collection module.]

[Collection Module: LV1 (0/100)]

[Note: After activation, all edible or economically valuable plants within a 20-meter radius will be highlighted.]

Immediately afterwards, a light blue, semi-transparent interface appeared out of thin air in his mind!

Su Wei's pupils suddenly contracted.

Hallucination?

It doesn't look like it! This feeling is too real...

He bit his lip tightly, barely managing to keep from yelling.

Goldfinger!

This is his trump card: to survive in this godforsaken place, and even to live a better life!