Surviving with a Frail Constitution, I Was Chosen for the Management Group

Song Ming wakes up to find himself transported with 200 other people into a survival game.

From the start, he has a wooden hut, and everything else depends on searching and crafting by hand. By day, he scavenges for supplies; by night, he fights to stay alive.

Even more absurdly, as a top-tier corporate drone, Song Ming is saddled with a kidney deficiency trait. His starting stats are comparable to those of a sixty-year-old man: one bump and he collapses, one touch and he breaks.

Despite this hellish starting difficulty, Song Ming discovers that he's been added to the game's admin group, giving him access to first-hand information.

While other players are still exploring their surroundings, he has already started searching for resources.

With hints from the admins, Song Ming finds the top-tier gear they've hidden with incredible cunning, leaving them dumbfounded.

[I stashed the ranger station in a pitch-black cave. After what happened last night, surely no one will explore somewhere this dark.]

Song Ming enters and gets an iron hatchet and an anesthetic recipe.

[The ultimate weapon for this level, a crossbow, is buried beneath the hint point. The most dangerous place is the safest.]

Song Ming lifts the floorboards and gets a crossbow and 20 bolts.

[The Savage Wolf's weakness is its palm. No one will guess it.]

Song Ming slips and slashes the Savage Wolf's hand, killing it instantly.

While everyone else is still hiding in their wooden huts at night, trying to escape monsters, Song Ming is fully kitted out and chasing them down.

Someone comments, "So we're all playing a Monster Hunter survival game, right?"

For normal players, the monsters are the ones being hunted. For Song Ming, he's the "Monster Hunter."