Doomsday Game Invasion, I Rely on Farming to Popularize the Universe

Name: Doomsday Game Invasion, I Rely on Farming to Popularize the Universe
Author: Touch Yi Ao Meow Meow Meow

by Touch Yi Ao Meow Meow Meow

ongoing Sci-Fi Post-Apocalyptic Female Lead

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2Kwords1chapters

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Ch. 1 — Rebirth

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About This Novel

[Game invasion + apocalypse + no cp + upgrade flow + farming + lone wolf] It was only after Ling Xiao died that she realized she was a cannon fodder female supporting character in a book. After the apocalyptic game invaded Blue Star, everyone began to awaken various skills, and everything was evolving. The skills of other people's apocalyptic awakening are all 9999 with one sword, and the air is blown every second. Portable space is standard. She's good, her skill name-- [Draw the ground as a prison]; Select a 500-square-meter area. This area is not affected by any external force and immune to any attack methods. You are invincible in this area. This area cannot be moved. The number of uses is 1\u002F1. (Current level 1, can be upgraded.) It was this skill that protected the whole family through the early stages of the game's invasion. When the supplies ran out, they had to change the map, and the whole family tacitly abandoned her, who was of no use. She just starved to death in her top-security fortress. While her family members all dominate Blue Star, no one remembers that it was her skills that allowed them to successfully reach the middle stage of the game. Later, the author couldn't make it up herself, so she simply let alien civilization invade Blue Star. A big explosion ended everything, leaving only her safe house that no one could invade. In a new life, Ling Xiao returned to the three days before the game invaded. She stocked up on supplies and rented a small farmhouse on the outskirts of the city, where she prepared to survive until the Blue Star exploded. While others were fighting mutated creatures, she was farming. When others were fighting over a package of moldy bread, she was cleaning the hotpot. While others could only hope for a sip of clean water, the well in her courtyard never ran dry. Even the higher-ups approached her and wanted to discuss cooperation with her.