[National Fortune + Livestream + Survival + Battle of the Myriad Races + No Female Lead]
A blizzard swept across the globe, and the Battle of the Myriad Races sealed off Blue Star.
A higher power brought down a hatchery and launched a worldwide livestream of a national-survival game.
Each country then drew two representatives, who were sent to different wildernesses teeming with danger.
When the divine food they obtained was turned in, it would be multiplied ten thousand times and evenly distributed into the bowls of porridge of everyone in their country.
Every time a contestant died, their country's temperature dropped by six degrees, until it fell to minus one hundred degrees and no one in the country survived.
Seven months into the game, the Yanhuang Empire had already lost ten people, and its temperature had fallen to minus forty degrees.
The country's reserves were close to being overwhelmed by the bitter cold.
People in the Wa Kingdom were beginning to die in droves.
Then, at the eleventh random selection, they drew Xu Shian, a man with a mental illness.
He had dissociative identity disorder and an older brother named Xu Shifang.
The whole nation erupted in an uproar, lamenting their country's bad luck and misfortune.
But no one expected his luck to be unbelievably good: he won an incredible attribute from a slot machine.
[Whatever food he eats each day, everyone in the country eats too.]
While contestants from other countries evolved slowly because they lacked divinity, the descendants of Yanhuang had already unlocked a nationwide cheat mode.
Yesterday it was white-bearded horned sheep, today blue-scaled fish, tomorrow fan-palm brown bear paws. Meat at every meal, porridge at every meal.
When the gods descended from the heavens to herd and harvest their human livestock, they found every descendant of Yanhuang with blood and vitality surging like dragons, each one immensely powerful.
In that moment, hunter and prey suddenly switched places.
A very tiring book to read
I don't know if it was written by AI, but I feel so tired just looking at it. . . . .