[Wilderness survival + livestreaming + apocalypse + slow-burn romance]
I’m Wen Shu, heir to the Houpu Group. I joined my family’s wilderness survival show intending to coast, but accidentally activated the hidden “Apocalypse Survival” storyline.
From the start, the wind blew away my shelter, the waves swept off my emergency kit, and I nearly starved to death on the beach. Luckily, a cold, wild man named Novan found me and brought me back to his cave.
I thought I’d latched onto a strong ally and could coast to victory. Then I realized the wild man’s identity was a mystery, and he was far too skilled to be normal.
Fine, a wild man it is. At least he can keep me alive. I kept talking to the invisible camera, getting mocked by the livestream viewers as a “theory-only good-for-nothing” and dismissed by Novan as a “walking nuisance,” while miserably learning practical skills.
Then, on the beach, I found a horribly mutilated corpse.
I recognized it at a glance. It was the work of “Ares,” a genetic weapon developed under the direction of my mad father, Wen Zhengyi, and supposedly destroyed.
This wasn’t survival. It was a hunt! And we were all prey!
To make matters worse, Novan was bitten by an infected while saving me, and his fever wouldn’t break. The global livestream signal kept cutting in and out, while the comments went wild: [It’s all over out there!] I became the only on-site streamer of this disaster.
Looking at the unconscious Novan and the little tagalong we’d picked up, I wiped away my tears and picked up a bow.
To hell with my good-for-nothing act! I’m done pretending!
I’m Wen Shu, former core researcher on the “Ares” project. Now I’m taking my wild bodyguard and the little girl we picked up and fighting our way off this hell island to find the cure that can save our lives!
Livestream viewers: [??? Young master, your secret identity is exposed!] [It only takes one corpse to switch from comedy to apocalypse mode...]
Yoho, try your best to finish writing! There are no expectations or pressure, but we can relax and write, letting our plot take flight~