Chapter 202

His own phone had become unusable, having fallen into a nearby ditch during their descent.

Millie fumbled in her pocket, finding her phone intact. However, when she tumed it on, she discovered there was no signal.

“| don’t have a signal.”

Marcus said nothing, instead glancing up at the valley. The dense forest and perilous environment posed further dangers. He

took a step forward.

“Follow me,” he said.

“Alright.”

An hour later, they reached a valley.; Breathless at this point, Millie sat on a stone, her brows furrowed.

“Can't we find a way out?”

They encountered several paths that seemed to lead upward, only to discover that they all led to cliffs, making it impossible to

ascend.

Nightfall was starting to creep in, enveloping the surroundings in darkness. Beasts’ howls echoed intermittently, and the road

ahead became almost indiscemible.

Marcus glanced at Millie, who sat on the stone, gasping for breath and warily surveying their surroundings. He sensed her

exhaustion and anxiety.

He surveyed the area and spotted a small hut ahead.

“Look ahead! There’s a hut. For now, we should rest there.”

Upon reaching the dilapidated hut, Millie pushed open the door. It emitted a creak, accompanied by a musty odor. Inside, there

was a cabinet, a bed, and a pile of dried grass atop the bed.

Millie pondered who had constructed this small refuge. Fortunately, it provided respite from the wind and rain for the night.

“Clean up this place and check the cabinet for anything useful. I'll gather firewood and start a fire. We'll spend the night here,”

Marcus instructed.

Millie nodded in response. As Marcus departed, she opened the cabinet and discovered an old quilt. She felt a sense of surprise.

The night would be chilly, and the quilt would prove valuable.

After she was finished dusting off the bed, Marcus returned with a stack of dry wood, proceeding to kindle a fire at the center of

the hut.

Asound caught Millie’s attention. She peered closer, noticing that Marcus held two flint stones in his hands, expertly utilizing

them to create sparks and eventually ignite a flame.

She then found herself puzzled. She had never expected Marcus to possess such practical skills.

“wait... you know how to make a fire?”

Considering his background, it seemed unlikely that he had spent time in the kitchen, Observing his squatting posture, Millie’s

thoughts wandered.