Yes, Brian Carter did not die. He was incredibly lucky. With the constitution of a city dweller, he managed to survive for three years at the intersection of some unknown savanna and tropical rainforest in Africa, far from modern civilization. Not everyone is fortunate enough to survive that long under such circumstances.

This was the third dry season Brian Carter had experienced in Africa. In other words, Brian Carter had been stranded in Africa for three years.

Here, survival has nothing to do with skills or what items you have on hand. It purely depends on luck, or perhaps on how tough your fate is. At least, that's how it was for Brian Carter.

It must be said that Brian Carter was indeed tough enough. He was bitten by a venomous snake. Although Brian Carter used every method he could, without anyone to save him, he would have been doomed. But Brian Carter was lucky enough to encounter a primitive tribe migrating through the area, and thus, he survived.

Brian Carter later learned that if someone in the tribe was bitten by a venomous snake, they would use traditional methods to treat them. Brian Carter was lucky to be cured by them, though it left a large scar on the edge of his left palm.

What could the tribe's methods be? Besides using some unknown herbs, they relied on the protection of a deity they believed in. It was said that under the deity's blessing, the snake venom in Brian Carter's body was not a threat. Instead, it was the deep wounds Brian Carter inflicted on himself that nearly cost him his life.

There was nothing else he could do. At the time, Brian Carter just wanted the poisonous blood to flow out faster. In his panic, he cut himself a bit too deeply. Surviving under those circumstances, Brian Carter felt especially fortunate, because as he later learned, according to the tribe's rescue methods, maybe only one out of ten people could be saved.

However, the most dangerous moment for Brian Carter was not the snake bite, but about a month after he was rescued. Just as Brian Carter was able to get up and move around, he finally contracted malaria. He took all the anti-malarial medicine he had, but it had no effect. He suffered from chills and fever for more than ten days, became emaciated, yet miraculously did not die.

In the past three years, Brian Carter had malaria four times, almost contracting every type possible, but he managed to pull through each time. He didn't know if it was because he developed immunity after each bout, but this year, Brian Carter hadn't had malaria yet. It seemed he had finally escaped that nightmare.

Of course, the main reason Brian Carter survived was because he encountered the tribe that saved him. Without those kind people, Brian Carter would have died countless times.

The tribe that saved Brian Carter was very small and extremely primitive, with only seventeen people in total. In fact, it was just one big family, living a nomadic life, surviving by gathering and hunting.

Brian Carter didn't know which ethnic group the tribe belonged to. He only knew the tribe was called Akuri. Brian Carter asked the chief, who was the oldest person in the tribe, but unfortunately, the chief didn't know which group they belonged to either.

The Akuri tribe didn't even have the concept of ethnicity. Only when they encountered another tribe like themselves would they have the opportunity for intermarriage.

Given their extremely primitive way of life, the mortality rate in the Akuri tribe was predictable. In the three years since Brian Carter joined the tribe, four children were born and three people died. The oldest was about five or six years old, and the youngest had just been born two days ago. The oldest person in the tribe, the chief, seemed to be just over forty.

It wasn't that Brian Carter hadn't asked the chief's age, but the chief himself didn't know how old he was. He only remembered that he had lived through more than forty rainy seasons.

Brian Carter was quite good at learning languages, and the Akuri tribe's language was very simple, with a very limited vocabulary. After just three or four months, Brian Carter had no problem communicating with them. However, the information Brian Carter could get from these primitive people was extremely limited.

To this day, Brian Carter still didn't know which country he was in or where exactly he was. He only knew he was at the intersection of tropical savanna and tropical rainforest. Walking north for two or three days would bring him to open savanna, and walking south for two or three days would bring him to tropical rainforest. But Brian Carter was unfamiliar with African geography and couldn't deduce his location from the terrain.

For three years, Brian Carter had constantly thought about going home, but in all that time, he had never encountered any trace of civilization.

The reason he was so far from the civilized world was that the Akuri tribe had migrated to escape war, moving ever further from civilization.

The Akuri tribe had once been visited by people from the civilized world, who brought them some modern items. But later, when war broke out, those with guns would kill anyone they saw, sometimes just for fun. After three members of the Akuri tribe were killed while out hunting, the tribe began to migrate constantly.

In these past few years, neither the Akuri tribe nor Brian Carter had encountered any other people. As a result, Brian Carter was completely cut off from the outside world. He had explored in all four directions, traveling as far as seven or eight days away, but found nothing. Now, Brian Carter couldn't even find the river he had originally followed to get here.