Friendly reminder: Chapters 1–17 are significantly different from the story after Chapter 17. Please read with caution to avoid being scammed!
This synopsis applies to the story after Chapter 17!!!
This is not a traditional wilderness survival story. There is no cultivation later on. The worldbuilding is complex, the pacing is slow, and the writing is amateurish. Finally, I hope you all read this like your lives depend on it.
Toxic point one:
The plot is chaotic and indecisive. (No, wait, hear me out! It’s just that the world is so vast I haven’t written it all yet. It’s definitely not because I’m a bad writer. You have to believe me.)
Toxic point two:
It’s bland and unremarkable. Finishing it feels like downing a ten-liter jug of mineral water on a scorching day! (I won’t listen, I won’t listen! Who says men can’t be made of water? La la la…)
Scene one:
“Why isn’t this fish moving? Is it dead?”
Wu Qian saw two people carrying a fish over on a wooden pole. He went up and smacked the fish twice with a couple of loud whacks.
“No, it’s just asleep,” Jilong replied calmly.
“Then wake it up. We need to get it in the pot.”
After saying this, Wu Qian gave the fish in front of him another couple of loud whacks.
Scene two:
Wu Qian got up to leave, but a pair of hands suddenly grabbed his ankle.
“I’ve got things to do. I’ll play with you guys when I have time…”
Seeing that the hands around his ankle showed no sign of letting go, Wu Qian could only repeat helplessly, “All right, all right. I’ll take you with me. You’re impossible.”
As he spoke, he bent down and chopped off the pair of hands gripping his ankle.
Can you tell me what you wrote about this?
(ง •̀_•́)งCome on