Chapter 381

Evelyn Laurent moved through the trees, her combat knife in hand.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows across her body.

The cameraman followed closely behind, his lens trained on her every move.

She paused, scanning the surrounding trees.

Resources were scarce on the island. She had to use what was available to build a shelter.

A wooden cabin was the best option.

Tents were too stuffy—she hated that suffocating feeling.

Evelyn selected several trees of the right thickness.

She weighed the knife in her hand, then swung it through the air.

The blade sliced through the wind with a sharp whistle.

"Step back," she said without turning.

The cameraman instinctively retreated.

Evelyn bent her knees slightly and gripped the knife with both hands.

A flash of steel.

Crack!

The trunk split cleanly in half.

The cameraman’s hand jerked.

The live chat exploded.

[What the hell?!]

[That technique is insane!]

[She cut down a tree with a knife? In one strike?!]

The cut was smooth, as if made by machinery.

Without hesitation, Evelyn turned to the next tree.

Another swing.

Three more trees fell in quick succession.

She tied the four trunks together and dragged them back with a rope.

The five-meter logs felt weightless in her grasp.

The cameraman had to jog to keep up.

[Is she even human?]