The Lazy Heroine's Creation Space
After a doomsday tsunami swallowed the world, Zhang Amin spent thirty days living like a primitive on a deserted island.
She ate oysters raw, caught crabs with her bare hands, and survived by licking the salt from the bottoms of cans.
On the thirtieth night, as a storm raged, she curled up in a crevice in the rocks, burning with fever and close to death, when a cold mechanical voice suddenly rang out in her mind:
[World System activated: 100 survivors remain worldwide. Distributing creation skills... Randomly selecting...]
[Congratulations! You've obtained the Creation Engine space: a fertile land with a spirit spring and a grassland that keeps things fresh. Points can be exchanged for anything.]
Looking at the options in the shop for a "mixed-race bodyguard" and a "top-tier agronomist," Zhang Amin licked her cracked lips.
"The handsome guy can wait. Do you have any hens that lay eggs?"
