Global Survival: A Wooden Cabin from the Start

The moment the whole world transmigrated to another realm, I was up all night working overtime on code. > A cold System voice boomed inside everyone’s minds: “Welcome to Infinite Survival. No mortgages, car loans, or 996 workweeks here. The only rule is to stay alive.” > Staring at the drafty shack before me, I gripped the battered axe gifted by the System. > My programmer neighbor next door, Tang Rou, had found a knife. The construction worker Wang Dachui carried a fire axe, while college student Chen Xiaole had only a slingshot. > After we worked together to kill our first Corrupted Hound, we found a wooden chest. > The moment she opened it, Tang Rou cried out, “Bandage blueprint! This could save our lives!” > I opened the trading channel and saw someone offering a precious supply of water for a single stone. > When we dragged our first stone into the building interface, the rickety wooden shack upgraded with a rumble into a sturdy stone house. > Glass windows replaced the cracks, and moonlight illuminated the room clearly for the first time. > Outside, a blood moon hung in the sky, and a terrifying howl came from somewhere in the distance. A cold, emotionless electronic voice, like a red-hot iron spike, suddenly and mercilessly bored deep into the skulls of every person on Earth. It disregarded language and national borders, even whether its listeners were conscious or not. With overwhelming force, it reverberated through the folds of billions of brains: **[Global Announcement: Dimensional anchoring complete. Welcome to the world of “Infinite Survival.”]**