Human beings around the world are collectively involved in a survival game in another world. The birthplace and basic supplies are randomly assigned at the beginning. Evil beasts are around, resources are scarce, and darkness invades as scheduled every night, with a survival rate of less than one percent.
While others were born in a barren desert, munching on moldy biscuits and fighting for their lives for half a bottle of water, Haonan opened his eyes and found himself on the shore of a freshwater lake on an SS-level island, with natural iron ore veins under his feet, and supply boxes automatically delivered by the system every day. Others tried their best to open the treasure chest and only found pieces of wood and iron. The dilapidated wooden box he picked up at random could reveal rare tools. Even the cave hiding from the rain contained energy crystal cores left by prehistoric giant beasts.
The chat channel was full of cries for help, but he relied on incredible luck to live in a stone house while others were building wooden shacks, and drank freshly squeezed juice and barbecued sea fish while others were fighting wild dogs. When danger comes and others struggle to survive, he can always "just happen to" avoid the deadly trap and "accidentally" obtain a life-saving artifact.
Everyone gradually discovered: this is not a survival, it is clearly a paid vacation with bad luck! And Haonan looked at the invitation letter from the ancient secret land floating in the distance, and sighed helplessly: I'm so lucky, it's hard to keep a low profile.
