At midnight, a message appeared in the world channel:
[The Survival System is online. All players will be transported to the Shoreless Sea.]
A tiny 3-by-3-meter island and a fishing rod from the start.
I have an unreasonable golden finger: [Ten-Thousandfold Critical Hits], usable four times a day.
One fishing line multiplied by 10,000, 10,000 support blueprints, 10,000 parallel expansions...
While everyone else is still figuring out how to reel in a line, I have a hundred rods fishing at once, the cold-chain network running at full capacity, and the exchange dominated by my listings.
The numbers on the panel, the world channel, and the rankings are all part of my script;
My island has expanded to 80 by 80 meters, an underwater city has been built, and 10,000 elite members of the East Sea Alliance follow my rules, written across this sea.
Deep-sea ruins unlocked, System guardians attacking, imperial legions descending?
I shut off the disasters, removed the restrictions, and sealed the portals too.
You ask where it ends?
In the third month, we fired on the imperial flagship, and thousands flooded the world channel with one message:
Syphilis syphilis syphilis
God-man novels, survival games, how can the main world official collect taxes, and people in the alliance will not kick people even if they are divided.
What is written? Don't you have sublimation critical strikes? Always a critical hit. . . It's like an assembly line.