Chapter 333

The live stream room fell into an eerie silence.

Rachel and Leo Clemenson's fans were struck dumb. The danmu section went completely blank.

All those arrogant comments might as well have never existed.

Who could have predicted Evelyn Laurent's mushrooms would be perfectly safe, while the Clemenson siblings' "guaranteed harmless" red berries turned out to be poisonous?

This was the ultimate humiliation.

[Where's all that big talk now? Cat got your tongue?]

[Survival experts raised in the mountains can't even identify toxic plants? Pathetic.]

[Rachel and Leo owe Evelyn a public apology!]

Crystal Rothschild's fans flooded the chat, drowning out everything else with their outrage.

The Clemensons' supporters didn't dare show their faces.

With their idols so thoroughly disgraced, what could they possibly say?

Rachel's mocking "fake it till you make it" comment now rang painfully ironic.

On the beach, Evelyn and Julian Langley returned with full baskets.

Ethan Sullivan remained waist-deep in the ocean, his spear now laden with plump fish.

"That's enough. Come ashore." Evelyn frowned at the figure in the water.

How could anyone stay submerged for hours like some aquatic creature?

Ethan turned, water droplets glistening in his hair. He gave her a tender smile. "As you wish."

Julian swiftly inserted himself between them, thrusting their haul forward. "Look at this!"

Ethan's gaze swept over the provisions. "Impressive work, Evelyn. And you too, Julian."

Julian snorted. The man's silver tongue was getting sharper by the day.

Unaware of their silent battle, Evelyn deftly wrapped the fish in broad leaves, coating them with freshly gathered herb paste.

By the fire, she expertly turned the grilling fish. Nearby, a stone pot bubbled with seafood stew.

Director Timothy Gold hurried over. "Aren't you trading these for supplies?"

"You don't have fresh water, seasonings, or sleeping bags!"

Evelyn didn't look up. "Random draws are too risky. Direct trades are better."

She met his gaze with a faint smile. "We'll offer extra seafood for specific items."

The crew's meals probably depended on the contestants' catches anyway.