When I wake up, the world changes.
System: [Welcome to the doomsday world, please host to start a live broadcast, rebuild civilization on the wasteland, and attract rewards from high-dimensional viewers, otherwise... Obliterate.
Su Wan: "..." Okay, live broadcast, live broadcast, professional and accurate.
So, while other survivors were still fighting for a piece of biscuit, Su Wan had already started her first doomsday live broadcast:
"Family members, who knows? The aberration downstairs is a bit noisy today. Let's give it a physical silence first."
"Thank you to the top brother on the list for the 'Star Cruiser'. Today I will use the popularity points from this reward to redeem an automatic defense turret for everyone, and by the way, a box of pollution-free pure water will be given in a lottery."
"Today's infrastructure task is to repair the city's water supply system. Pay attention to not getting lost. The anchor will help you get rich from the wasteland!"
The audience in the high-dimensional world looked at the incredibly calm woman on the screen, drinking nutrient solution while frantically scrolling through the barrage:
[Anchor 666! That aberration called 'Stitcher' chased me for three days and three nights, and the anchor turned it into a generator with a single backhand?
[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Does the host's shelter still lack accessories? The kind that shouts 666!
[Tip a 'Dyson Sphere' blueprint, anchor, build it for me! I want to see you build a miracle in the universe in the last days!
In this way, a live broadcast room of doomsday infrastructure with a unique style of painting, under the "cloud supervisors" of countless cosmic viewers, slowly rose up on the wasteland, an immortal city of miracles.
