Reborn as a Freezing-to-Death Victim, I Loot Thermal Pants from a Game

The bitter wind gnawed at the frozen earth. Refugees gnawed on tree bark and frozen potatoes. Tax collectors brandished knives as they demanded the last grain of food, while monsters in the game world dropped only padded clothes and armor, not a single bite of life-saving rations. This was the first deadly crisis Tong Xin faced when he transmigrated to this alternate dynasty.

Once an obscure college student, he had transmigrated here by accident. From the start, everything had gone disastrously wrong, but he unexpectedly found he could enter the “game world.” Kill snow rats to get padded clothes, slay iceback bears to get cold-iron armor. But the cruelty of the Little Ice Age went beyond the cold. The powerful let their soldiers impose harsh taxes and seize food to line their own pockets. As the starving dead piled up in villages and the children’s cries were swallowed by the blizzards, Tong Xin finally understood: equipment alone wasn’t enough. He had to fight for a way for the refugees to grow food and survive.