The creative space of the salted fish heroine
After the doomsday tsunami engulfed the world, Zhang Amin spent thirty days as a savage on a desert island.
Nibbling raw oysters, catching crabs with bare hands, and surviving by licking the salt from the bottom of cans.
On the rainy night of the thirtieth day, when she was huddled in a rock crevice with a high fever and was about to die, a cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in her head:
[World system activation: 100 survivors around the world, creation skills are being distributed... Randomly drawn...]
[Congratulations on obtaining the 'Creation Engine' space: fertile soil of spiritual springs and fresh grasslands. Points can be exchanged for all things.
Zhang Amin looked at the "Mixed-race Bodyguard" and "Senior Agriculturalist" options in the mall and licked her chapped lips:
"Handsome man, wait a moment. Are there any hens that can lay eggs?
