Renascido em 1960: Começando a Caçar nas Florestas Geladas

Crunching footsteps sounded on the snow beneath his feet.

Zhao Weimin halted, standing atop the vast, white expanse, and drew a sharp breath, startled by the sight before him.

The snowfields stretched out, pine trees bowed low under thick blankets of snow.

All around was a gray, misty haze, the cold fog enveloping everything.

It resembled a wintry apocalypse—no sign of life anywhere!

He exhaled, blowing warmth into his cupped hands. The steam curled in the air, only to crystallize swiftly in the biting cold.

His thin sweater was useless, his hair frozen into icy shards, his lips tinged purple and blue.

The wind howled through the pines, making each breath a struggle.

There was nothing here but snow and pine trees; the deep forest felt like another world entirely.

Loneliness and cold pressed in, suffocating.

Were it not for the threat of freezing to death, Zhao Weimin would never have believed he’d find himself in such a place.

Just moments ago, he’d been filming a wilderness survival show for a production team.

In 2025, he was a survival expert on par with the likes of Bear Grylls and Ed Stafford.

But a sudden fall from a cliff, and when he woke again, he was in 1960.

From renowned survivalist to a starving, ordinary hunter.

Now, urgency left him no room for shock or panic.

Survival was the only goal!

…

The previous owner of this body had struggled to survive in harsh conditions.

Just eighteen, he’d married Lin Qian, the youngest daughter of a fellow village