"In 300 Years of Wasteland, a line popped up on the official website: 'You have an invitation for closed beta testing from Shelter 444.'
When the sand sculpture netizens of the 'Cow and Horse Group' rushed into the radiation zone wearing helmets, the style of the wasteland suddenly became distorted——
Mutated boars chasing players?
It doesn't exist. The 'Keyboard God of War' took a pan and stewed the pig, and posted on the forum: 'This meat is more flavorful than the barbecue downstairs';
Green bubbles coming out of the radiant pool?
The 'Milk Tea Master' jumped right in to get the grass: 'These leaves are absolutely perfect for soaking in milk';
Mechanical spider blocking the door?
The 'fishing boss' took out a pulse mine: 'I wanted to paddle, but who knew it hit me by itself'...
The system panel of the protagonist Fanchen was beating wildly: 'Radiation points +10086, unlock black technology blueprints'.
From building a gathering place to counterattacking the mother nest in the center of the earth, from the daily grind of players to the shocking conspiracy of the main world - how can this be survival in the wasteland?
They are clearly a group of living treasures, rewriting the wasteland era in the most wasteful way! "
