Odyssey Of Survival-Chapter 88 Back To Camp

Alice stretched out her hand, her fingers still a little cold from the icy energy she had been using throughout their fight. Nate let out a breath, his chest rising and falling steadily as he reached up and took her hand. Her grip was firm, and with one smooth motion, she pulled him up.

As he stood, he dusted off his clothes, shaking off the loose dirt that clung to his sleeves. The impact from her last attack had sent him skidding across the ground, but there were no visible wounds on him anymore. The bruises, the minor cuts—everything had already healed, leaving no sign of the intense battle they had just fought.

Alice tilted her head, watching him with mild curiosity. "Your regeneration is getting ridiculous," she muttered, reaching up and ruffling his hair, shaking out the bits of grass and dust caught in it.

Nate smirked, letting her fuss over him for a second before he straightened.

"Well," she continued, clapping her hands together. "That was fun. Should we get going now?"

But Nate shook his head. "No. We’re not going back yet."

Alice raised a brow. "What? Then what are we—"

"This is just the beginning," Nate said simply. His eyes gleamed with determination.

Alice blinked, then groaned, already knowing what he meant.

And so, over the next three days, they ventured deep into the wilderness, testing themselves against every beast they could find.

The Three Days of Battle

The first day was chaotic.

The moment they stepped deeper into the forest, they were met with creatures unlike anything they had encountered before—massive serpents with scales like molten rock, feline-like beasts with razor-sharp claws that shimmered with electricity, and even monstrous birds that attacked them from above with piercing cries.

But with each battle, Nate and Alice adapted.

Alice’s movements became sharper, her reflexes honed by the constant danger. She learned how to manipulate her ice in ways she had never even considered before—freezing an enemy’s legs mid-charge, creating sudden barriers to block unexpected attacks, even coating her entire body in frost to absorb impact.

Nate, on the other hand, was relentless.

His fire didn’t just burn—it exploded. The force of his attacks left craters in the earth, and every punch he threw sent shockwaves through the air. But it wasn’t just about raw power. He was getting faster, sharper. He was controlling his energy better, conserving it when necessary, striking only when the moment was right.

By the second day, they were no longer just fighting.

They were hunting.

They moved through the forest like ghosts, striking down beasts before the creatures even realized they were being attacked. Their teamwork became seamless—Alice would freeze an enemy in place, and Nate would finish it in a single devastating blow.

And with every fight, their strength grew.

The rush of power was intoxicating. They felt their abilities evolve, their bodies getting stronger, their senses sharper. It was as if the more they fought, the more the island itself pushed them to improve.

But by the third day, things changed.

Nate noticed it first.

Alice was still fighting, still moving, but her reactions weren’t as precise anymore. She was making small mistakes—hesitating before dodging, overextending her attacks, reacting a split second too late.

She wasn’t physically tired.

She was mentally exhausted.

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The endless cycle of battle, the constant tension of staying alert, the thrill of growing stronger—it had taken its toll.

She wouldn’t admit it, but Nate could see it in her eyes.

So, just as they finished taking down a massive horned beast, he straightened and exhaled. "That’s enough."

Alice, who was about to step forward and freeze another nearby creature, turned to him in confusion. "What? But there’s more—"

"It’s time to go back," Nate interrupted. His tone wasn’t harsh, but it was firm. "We’ve pushed ourselves enough."

Alice hesitated, then glanced down at her hands. She clenched her fingers, feeling the power within her, and for a second, she wanted to argue. She wanted to keep going.

But…

She knew he was right.

She let out a breath, shaking off the lingering adrenaline. "Fine," she muttered. "Let’s head back."

The Harvest

Before leaving, they took a moment to count what they had collected.

Each time they had killed a beast, they had harvested the strange crystalline cores that the creatures left behind. Nate still wasn’t entirely sure what they were, but one thing he knew for certain—nothing on this island was useless.

Never let anything go to waste.

Alice crouched, picking up the last few crystals and tossing them into her bag. "Forty-seven in total," she announced. "Including the serpent’s from before."

Their bags were completely filled—heavy with the weight of their spoils.

Alice stared at them for a moment, then sighed dramatically. "Okay, yeah. I can’t carry this. I don’t care how strong I’ve gotten, these things are ridiculous."

Nate didn’t even hesitate. He waved a hand dismissively. "I’ll carry both."

Alice raised a brow. "Oh, you think you’re all that now, huh?"

Without another word, she reached down and grabbed one of the bags. But instead of lifting it normally, she smirked—and in the next second, she launched into the sky, carrying the bag effortlessly.

Nate let out a short laugh, shaking his head as he picked up the other bag.

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And the moment his foot hit the ground, lightning crackled around him.

He moved like a streak of fire and light, the world blurring around him as he shot forward. Alice, who had been soaring high above, looked down—and her eyes widened.

Nate had caught up to her.

She was flying, and yet, he was still faster.

For a brief moment, their eyes met, and Alice realized something.

Nate had been holding back.

Even now, as he ran beside her, he wasn’t going all out. He was matching her speed, choosing to stay at her level rather than overtaking her completely.

When will he ever unleash his powers like he did on the beach again.

A flicker of irritation sparked in her chest.

Smug bastard.

But at the same time…

She smiled.

They continued racing through the sky and land, the jungle beneath them flashing by in a blur. The cool night air rushed against Alice’s skin, the thrill of the flight mixing with the lingering excitement of the past few days.

After several minutes, they finally neared the camp.

They didn’t land right away. Instead, they stopped a few meters away from the entrance, not wanting to cause any unnecessary commotion.

Alice touched down first, landing gracefully. Nate slowed to a stop beside her, rolling his shoulders as he adjusted the heavy bag on his back.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, Alice let out a breath and smirked.

"Well," she said. "That was fun."