Chapter 395

Evelyn Laurent paused briefly before nodding in agreement to Bianca Fairchild and Julian Langley's request to join her.

Having extra hands would be useful.

Besides, the sachet she wore kept snakes and insects at bay—not even mosquitoes dared approach her lately.

The four of them re-entered the dense forest.

Evelyn swung her blade with precision, felling trees one after another. This time, she deliberately chose trunks of moderate thickness for easier transport.

Back at the campsite, she requested a black marker from the production crew.

Timothy Gold silently handed her the pen, eyeing their already luxurious log cabin.

The marker had no survival value, but for them...

They might as well build a deck chair next.

Evelyn took the pen and immediately got to work.

Julian and the other two gathered around, watching in awe as her hand moved swiftly across the wood.

Their only tasks were stripping bark and cutting logs to the measurements she marked.

[What is Evelyn drawing? It looks so professional!]

[Those lines... Are those mortise and tenon joints?]

[How does she even know this?!]

The live stream exploded in popularity, viewership surpassing ten million.

The audience held their breath, wondering what surprise this prodigy would unveil next.

Wood shavings flew as the timber in Evelyn's hands gradually took shape.

"Sis, what exactly are you making?" Julian couldn't resist asking.

"A deck chair," she replied without looking up. "We can't just sit on the ground to sunbathe."

Timothy Gold and Eugene York spat out their tea simultaneously in the control room.

While other teams struggled for basic survival, these people were—building! A! Deck! Chair!

[LMAO! Others are surviving in the wild, and they're vacationing!]

[I'd love to see the other teams' reactions!]

[Evelyn is legendary! This group always breaks the mold!]

The chat erupted instantly.

Evelyn remained focused on carving the wooden slats, oblivious to becoming the internet's latest sensation.