Chapter 92

Ryan used the knife to beat the grass and alert the snakes to avoid getting bitten. After walking for half a day, hunger and fatigue struck Ryan. Seeing a small hill ahead, he decided to take a break. Collecting dry leaves and twigs, he lit a fire with a valuable lighter he treasured. Ryan was cautious with the lighter, only using it when absolutely necessary as the firestone was limited. With the knife, he sliced the dried pork into chunks, skewered them with wooden sticks, and placed them over the charcoal to be roasted. Watching the pork turn from white to golden brown as it sizzled brought immense joy to Ryan. Eating a skewer of roasted pork and taking a sip of water was considered top-tier luxury on this deserted island. Ryan finished over a pound of dried pork alone. Rubbing his belly, he let out a satisfied belch and wondered what those women were doing now. He stretched lazily. Since there was no rush to return to the camp, he decided to take a nap first. Lying