Desert Survival: Is This Really Something a Capybara Should Do?

“A global survival game?”

“I’m already a national treasure. Why do I have to fight to survive?”

“I don’t need to survive. I just need to act cute!”

During the day, while everyone else was struggling to gather supplies under the blazing sun,

Meng Zisu was fast asleep or playing games.

“Whoa, a boss? Mine.”

“Whoa, a tear diamond? Mine.”

At night, while everyone else shivered in the cold at their bases, worrying about attacks from feral beasts,

“It’s so cold. Could some kind soul please give me a coat?”

“Help! There’s a wolf prowling around my house.”

Meng Zisu swaggered out with his hired muscle, riding his mount.

“A chest? Mine.”

“Huh? A feral beast? Get it! It’s all mine.”

“I’ll sell the meat tomorrow morning.”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.