Thunder on the Frozen Plains, System Binding, One Heroine
The wind in Beiju Luzhou can scrape the flesh from your bones.
Lei Wan huddled in an ice crevice barely wide enough for one person. The tattered padded coat he'd found somewhere had long since been stiffened by the icy wind, and cotton stuffing poked out through the tears, swirling in the gusts. He hugged his knees tighter, but his teeth still chattered uncontrollably. It wasn't just the cold, or at least not entirely. In this wasteland, where even the air could freeze into shards of ice, he hadn't had a proper meal in three days. His stomach was painfully empty, and his limbs felt weak and numb.
He didn't belong here. Three days ago, he had been in his rented apartment, staring at his computer and rushing to finish a project report. When his coffee cup was empty, he had rubbed his aching eyes. The next time he opened them, he had plunged into this endless white wilderness. His phone, wallet, even the T-shirt with his company's logo hadn't come with him. All he had was this ragged padded coat, keeping him alive in the frozen wastes.
“Damn it, transmigrating isn't supposed to go like this...” Lei Wan muttered. His white breath hit the ice wall in front of him and instantly formed a thin layer of frost. He tried to move his frozen toes, and the piercing pain made him suck in a breath. If he didn't find food soon, he wouldn't need to wait for a beast to eat him. He'd freeze into an ice sculpture first.
Suddenly, a wolf howled in the distance. It wasn't alone; there was a whole pack. Lei Wan's heart sank. He quickly edged farther into the crevice, leaving only his eyes visible as he warily watched the outside. In the past three days, he had seen those snow wolves. They were bigger than the water buffalo he had seen at the zoo, with gray-black fur that
Low-dimensional prehistoric, novice writing