The sun was beginning to set, and the light was not as bright as before. Combined with the fact that the jungle was already somewhat dark, it felt as if night was fast approaching.

We used the bamboo strips in our hands to begin weaving in the canopy of this tree, like weaving a bird's nest.

Susu and Dante had both learned to weave baskets from me before. I told them that the weaving direction of this shelter was similar to the way we made baskets, and I personally demonstrated it to them.

Su Su and Dante are quick learners, and with their prior experience in carrying baskets, they picked up the job very quickly.

At first, they were a bit slow, but this didn't stump Susu and Dante for long. After getting used to it, their knitting speed wasn't much slower than mine.

With the help of two more skilled helpers, we were able to build a fairly luxurious shelter.

The length is still controlled at around two meters, while the width is larger, around three meters, because it is to accommodate three people.

It has a curved dome at the top and flat bamboo strips at the bottom. There are still some thick branches under the bamboo strips, which can be a bit uncomfortable to sleep on.

At this moment, Su Su took out the moss she had collected and compressed to its limit and covered the entire floor of her dwelling.

Dante and I used bundles of leaves tied together in rows to secure them to the dome like roof tiles, creating a temporary rain cover for the dome.

We had a peaceful night; the three of us and a monkey stayed there, and we didn't find anything unusual.

When I woke up the next morning, the sky was already bright.

In the early morning, a wisp of mist enveloped the jungle. Although the mist was not thick, the hazy fog still somewhat affected our visibility.

By this time, Top had already climbed down the tree and was drinking water in a nearby puddle.

My first instinct was to check the two ropes, and what I found almost gave me a stroke.

Top was definitely just giving me the runaround yesterday; it must have put the other rope down first thing this morning.

After getting down on the ground, he probably wanted to test whether what I said yesterday was correct. So he pulled the auxiliary rope.

But after pulling all the ropes down the tree, they still didn't find anything dangerous, so Top got a little bored and went off to get a drink of water.

It completely ignored our feelings. It did climb down the tree, but we're still up there, buddy!

How are we supposed to get down from the tree?

At that moment, the first thing that came to my mind was our "aerial drone." All we had to do was send Pat down and bring the rope back up.

But when I called Pat, he disappeared. I can't find him anywhere. I've been calling him at the top of my lungs, but there's no response.

When Top saw me come out, he grinned at me as usual. He then pointed out a clear path, indicating where Pat had gone; it seemed he had gone out to forage for food early in the morning.

I was completely exasperated by these two. Now I either have to wait for Pat to come back on his own, or I have to figure out a new way to get on this myself.

I do have a survival whistle, but I dare not use it lightly now, because it might very well lure Haru, who is already worried about not being able to find us, here as well.

I was careless about this yesterday; I shouldn't have let those two run around.

It's not impossible to go down now, it's just a bit of a hassle. To save some time, I've decided to go down myself.

Susu and Dante, who came out yawning, were stunned to find no rope on the empty tree branch.

How the hell am I supposed to get down from this tree?

I sighed helplessly and said to Dante and Susu beside me,

"Let's get moving and tear down the shelter. I think we need to use those bamboo strips now."

Without saying much, the two began to dismantle the shelter, pulling out all the intact bamboo strips inside.

There's no need to demolish all the shelters now; just remove one bamboo strip large enough to encircle the large tree.

After I made the bamboo strip loop, I then wrapped a rough bamboo rope in a figure-eight pattern around my left and right ankle joints.

This section of bamboo rope also has certain requirements, with a length of approximately 80 centimeters.

Because it was securely fastened between my ankles, the rough bamboo rope provided me with extra friction as I descended, helping me reach the ground safely.

I gripped the rope tightly with both arms, and my feet kicked against the tree with all my might. The reaction force temporarily secured me firmly to the tree trunk.

I felt there was no problem, so I started to move the rope loops in my hands and the ropes on my feet alternately little by little, hurrying down to the bottom of the tree.

After receiving the rope, I carefully inspected every part of it this time. This was Dante and his men's guarantee, and there couldn't be any problems.

After checking and finding no problems, I felt relieved and put the rope back on my body.

Without much time to rest, I climbed back up the tree. After threading the rope back through the branches, I re-tied the knot.

This time, I was still at the back. This was to ensure everyone's safety, mainly because I was worried they might pull the wrong rope.

I didn't lower the auxiliary rope until I had a firm grip on the main rope, and then we slowly descended together.

However, this time, in addition to the rope, we also had a bamboo rope loop that was directly wrapped around the big tree. The two anchor points added a lot of security to our safety.

After successfully getting down the tree, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief. I pulled on the secondary rope around my waist, the knot came loose, and I packed all the ropes into my backpack.

What should have been a ten-minute ordeal of going up and down the tree took almost half an hour.

We had just gotten off the ground when Pat came flapping its wings and rushing back.

I was about to say something, but seeing that Pat had brought us back two grouse, I swallowed the words that were already on the tip of my tongue.

It had been a long time since we had hunted such a delicious wild bird as a grouse. Su Su immediately took the two grouse, plucked their feathers, and processed them, still using salt to marinate them.

Dante lit a fire. There were still quite a few of the breads left over from yesterday, so he could bake the hardened ones today as well, making them easier to eat on the road.

As for the giant frogs, they have been anesthetized by Dante, and they will not die now; they will simply lie quietly in the backpack specifically for storing ropes and other items.

This is our mobile meat depot; we can reuse it later.

In less than ten minutes, the grouse and flatbread were roasted, and there were still some fruits left from the Top's collection. Su Su took them out and served them to everyone so they could eat and drink their fill.