National High-Altitude Survival: I’m the Only One with Daily Settlements

Gu Yun wakes with a start in the early hours of the morning to find that his entire residential complex has transmigrated above a sea of clouds, ten thousand meters in the sky.

It's hell mode from the start: fall and die, no water or power, and bloodthirsty flying monsters smashing into the windows.

While the neighbors beg for mercy over half a bottle of water and fight over a moldy piece of bread, Gu Yun sits in his temperature-controlled Storm Fortress, fretting over the mountain of supplies piled up before him.

“Daily results are in: Storm Dragon King slain. Rank: SSS!”

“Rewards received: Magic battleship blueprint, one full Manchu-Han banquet, ten cases of ice-cold cola...”

The neighbors collapse in tears against his window. “We can't even get a drink of rainwater, so how is Gu Yun still eating hot pot? And why does he have a Tyrannosaurus guarding the door?!”

Gu Yun: “Don't panic. Once I finish building this flying aircraft carrier, I'll take you all to grind the Tower.”