Humanity around the world is thrust into an otherworldly survival game. From the start, everyone is randomly assigned a birthplace and basic supplies. Savage beasts lurk everywhere, resources are scarce, and darkness descends every night without fail. The survival rate is below one percent.
While others spawn in barren deserts, gnawing moldy biscuits and risking their lives for half a bottle of water, Haonan opens his eyes beside a freshwater lake on an SSS-rank island, with a natural iron ore vein beneath his feet and a supply crate delivered automatically by the System every day. Others risk their lives opening chests only to get wood and iron, but he finds rare tools in a shabby wooden chest he picked up at random. Even the cave where he takes shelter from the rain contains an energy crystal left behind by a prehistoric giant beast.
The chat channel is filled with pleas for help and cries of despair, but thanks to his outrageous luck, he is living in a stone house while everyone else is still building wooden shacks, and sipping fresh juice with grilled fish while others fight off wild dogs. When danger strikes, others struggle to survive, but he always “happens” to avoid deadly traps and “accidentally” finds life-saving treasures.
Gradually, everyone realizes: how is this survival? It’s clearly a paid vacation for a luck-fueled cheat! Meanwhile, Haonan gazes at an invitation to an ancient secret realm drifting toward him and sighs helplessly: With luck this good, it’s impossible to keep a low profile.
