When the holographic apocalypse of "Survival" came, and under the rule that death equals zero, Shen Yan was reborn with the memory of eating moldy bread in his previous life and being squeezed out of value by the guild.
Newbie protection period? In the eyes of others, the countdown is the golden 72 hours for her to shop like crazy! Compressed biscuits formed a wall, buckets of water reached her ankles, and military first-aid kits were piled to the ceiling. When the electronic lock in the storage room was locked, she looked at the airtight material fortress and sneered: This was just the beginning.
Hell mode is turned on, zombies tear through neon lights, and mutated plants wrap around high-rise buildings. Others were fighting for a crystal core, and there were already piles of shimmering hills in Shen Yan's space. No superpowers? She gripped the blood-quenching fire ax tightly: the crystal nuclei coming out of the liver are the strongest foundation.
The Rock Guild wants to recruit someone? She threw out the evidence of Li Mang's robbery of supplies with her backhand, tore apart the hypocritical masks of the president and Bai Weiwei in public, and watched them lose face amidst everyone's contempt. The Falcon Guild offers an olive branch? Shen Yan stepped on the corpse of the zombie and looked at the ruins, with only a cold light in his eyes: "My rule is to survive by myself."
When the major guilds fought for her, and when the boss of the hidden copy rushed towards her with a roar, Shen Yan took out the military dagger from his waist, and the material space shimmered behind him.
"If you hoard ruthlessly enough, you can sleep peacefully in the zombie tide; if you kill enough, you can deserve to rewrite this bullshit rule."
This time, she will not be a player who is manipulated by others, but will be the only chess player in "Survival".
