One morning, seven billion people around the world are dropped into a savage otherworld.
From the start, all I have is a dilapidated grass hut. The System’s mission: survive the night.
The public channel fills with waves of wails and despair.
I huddle beneath the drafty roof, but another notification rings out in my mind:
[Ding! The unique hidden System, “Hyperdimensional Production Line,” has been activated! Current level: 0 stars (dilapidated)]
Looking at a few bits of rubble and some dead branches on the ground, I focus my thoughts.
[Scan complete... Blueprint generated: crude stone axe (gray). Manufacture with “one click”?]
While others risk their lives for a mouthful of dirty water and fight wild wolves with their bare hands, a phantom production line flickers beneath my feet.
Stone axes assemble themselves, and campfires light without fuel.
Three days later, I trade a batch of [refined iron spears] for my first slave.
Seven days later, when the first player lord builds an earthen wall, automatic crossbow turrets are already turning silently outside my camp.
I keep to the safe zone, using the production line to mass-produce troops, manufacture guns, and list black-tech gear for sale.
Just as my warehouse fills with resources, a System notification suddenly lights up:
[Conditions met! “Super Factory” has reached 1 star! Unlocked: Basic Magic-Powered Golem Production Line!]
I thought this was just a survival contest.
But that day, every survivor around the world looked up at once
The blood moon shifted, and a cold voice ground its way through everyone’s mind:
“Creation beyond the rules detected. Purge protocol initiated.”
The channel fell silent.
I looked down at the palm of my hand, where a deep blue glow flowed like water.
Then I looked up at the blood-red vortex slowly splitting open in the sky.
“Production line, full power.”
