Perhaps the tiger was thinking at that moment, "Who is this guy? I've never seen him before."

Given the opponent's terrifying strength, it's understandable that you should obediently refrain from provoking him; perhaps he only intends to stay for one night.

Seeing the tiger disappear deeper into the cave, my tense nerves instantly collapsed. At that moment, I lay completely on the ground like a pile of mud, my hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.

That's terrifying...

Even now, I still can't quite believe that I actually put on a show in front of an adult Siberian tiger.

Moreover, the tiger took my attempts to scare it as a symbol of my formidable strength.

After the initial shock, my body recovered, and now my feet are starting to hurt again.

I still can't sleep, but one thing I'm sure of is that, given the current situation, nowhere is safer than my current den of wolves; at least other animals would keep their distance.

All I could do after that was add some firewood to the fire and endure the inhuman pain.

After a night of commotion, I feel like I've aged a few years. Squinting at the already pale sky outside, I wonder if I'll be able to keep going today.

Last night, the tiger was quite well-behaved. I even heard it snoring in the middle of the night. This was the first time I had ever slept with a tiger for a night.

I dare say there are very few people in the world who have ever heard a wild tiger snoring at such close range.

My foot hasn't gotten any better today; in fact, it's even more swollen. However, after a night of pain, the pain in my foot has lessened considerably.

I looked at the contents of the basket, and it looked a bit troublesome. This little bit of food was barely enough for breakfast; it seemed like one misfortune after another.

After eating all the meat, I took a sip of water and then slung my basket back over my shoulder. We'd already come this far, so we figured we had to make it to the top of the mountain.

Having made my decision, I quietly got up and left, not wanting to disturb the snoring tigress.

I walked with great difficulty, almost inching forward step by step. Looking at the mountain peaks not far away, I gritted my teeth and resolved to finish this last stretch no matter what.

After limping for nearly half an hour, I finally reached the top of the mountain.

The sun had already risen, and the mist below the mountainside had been dispelled by the sunlight. Standing on the summit, I looked around, and a vast expanse of forest came into view.

Some of these jungles are shrouded in mist, while others reveal their landscape clearly: jagged rocks, ponds of all sizes, and countless rivers winding their way down from the edge of that enormous lake.

However, at the end of these forests, I saw an even more incredible, even despairing, sight.

You probably think I saw a vast ocean, just like in those adventure novels, where I was taken to an island with very little hope of being rescued.

However, reality is much harsher. If it were an island, I might see passing ships, and perhaps one day I could return to civilized society.

Seeing this, I was completely disheartened. I felt that my chances of escaping from here alive were zero.

This land was indeed vast; it almost reached the limit of my vision. But at the end of the land, there were no mountains or water, just an empty expanse.

Yes, you heard right, it was just a completely empty space.

I could even feel the clouds at the end of the road moving, and I was floating along with the wind in the clouds.

There are only two possibilities for this scenario. The first is that I am located on an extremely high mountain. As for how high, I think you would need to stack two or three Mount Everests on top of each other to completely obscure the view of the other mountain ranges.

However, this theory doesn't hold water, because at such a high altitude, I'm still standing on lush green grass, surrounded by rainforest vegetation instead of snow.

That leaves only one more absurd possibility: the land I'm on is actually a floating island, a mysterious island unknown to anyone.

This question is clearly beyond my comprehension. Levitation is not impossible in modern times, for example, with maglev trains.

However, those things all require very advanced technology, but what we are facing is an entire landmass. What kind of terrifying power would be needed to cover such a vast area?

At that moment, I couldn't help but slap myself a few times. I thought this must be a dream; how could the world be like this?

But my real experience over the past few months has taught me that if all of this were a dream, it would have been far too long.

If I had to give an explanation, I feel that I could only have accidentally wandered into some strange place in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, and only books that tend towards mythology could explain everything I saw.

How do I get back?

I now even suspect that I am no longer in the same dimension as my original world, otherwise such a large island in mid-air would have been developed into a tourist destination long ago.

At this moment, my mind is completely in turmoil, and I am utterly desperate. The thought of saying goodbye to my sister forever fills me with an indescribable sadness.

Then I thought of Robinson Crusoe's parrot, which often stood beside him, saying, "Poor Robinson Crusoe..."

I think I might end up like Robinson Crusoe, or even worse. Even if I manage to escape the attacks of those wild beasts and poisonous insects, I'm destined to live out my days alone on this island.

No one will come to save me, and no one can save me. This is my grave, my own natural prison.

The pain in my foot continues, constantly reminding me that this is reality and I am not dreaming.

I don't know how long I sat on the mountaintop. I couldn't feel the sun's warmth. I just sat there blankly, staring at the cloud in front of me.

Just then, a sharp squeak interrupted my wandering thoughts. I turned around and saw a gray monkey hopping and skipping towards me.

I recognize this monkey; it's Top!

Seeing my Top jumping around and squeaking again, I was very happy. It was still carrying the basket I made for it, which was filled with some green and red wild berries.

Top, like an old friend, took a wild fruit from his basket and handed it to him as usual.

But this time it was a little confused. It wondered why I, who always praised it for its competence with a smile, had not accepted the wild fruit it offered.

Top seemed to sense something, and it quickly came close to me, touching the corner of my eye with one hand.

I know what it's trying to say, but how could a monkey possibly understand my feelings right now?