I transmigrated into a beast-world story as a cannon-fodder character, only to find myself trapped in a snow pit from the start, waiting to die as a pack of snowline snakes closed in.
Fortunately, I was bound to a “Cannon Fodder Comeback System,” which gave me a little wooden cabin and the ability to chat with plants.
Just as all hope seemed lost, a cold-faced, silver-haired hunk with wolf ears dropped from the sky and struck the snake pack apart with a bolt of lightning.
I thought I’d found someone to save my life, but the System popped up with a strange notification:
[Ding! High-quality bonding candidates detected! Host is advised to work hard to earn “Battle Royale Points”!]
Me: ??? What are these points for?
Later, I learned that the points could upgrade my little cabin and unlock a spirit field, a spirit spring, and even a cultivation secret realm.
And ways to earn them included, but weren’t limited to, keeping a delicate balance among the icy Thunder Wolf God of War, the scheming Silver Fox prince, the haughty Golden Eagle overlord, the loyal Sacred Scarab lord…
Every one of them was unbelievably powerful and shrouded in mystery, yet they all showed an unusual interest in my “special purification ability.”
All I wanted was to farm and stay alive, but the System always offered its “thoughtful” advice at the most dangerous moments:
[Host, look! There’s a lone/injured/in-need-of-help potential beast husband up ahead! Interact for points!]
Just when I thought this was simply a survival-and-settlement-building game with a bit of spice
The corrosive energy lurking in the shadows, the strange creatures appearing one after another, and the rumors of the “Ancient Calamity” that every tribe spoke of in hushed tones all pointed to the same terrifying truth.
This seemingly primitive beast world was slowly being devoured by something.
And my wood-element ability, along with the increasingly suspicious “beast husbands” around me…
