When I woke up, all my colleagues in the company and I crashed on a desert island. The rich second-generation leaders snatched the resources and claimed to distribute them uniformly, but then threw the poisoned brothers into the jungle to die. While others were struggling for a mouthful of fresh water, my "All-round Survival Check-in System" issued the first task: to complete subject three in front of a group of monkeys.
Other people's systems give artifacts and cultivation, but my system's focus makes me die in a fancy way. Use vines to weave Hermès, use shells to make boss portraits, sing karaoke on the top of the mountain on a full moon night... The more outrageous the sand sculpture task you complete, the more powerful the workshop you unlock. When others were still fighting for a wild fruit, my food workshop was already producing attribute dishes; when leaders used brute force to seize the camp, my construction workshop quietly built a strong fortress.
This deserted island in another world is full of monsters and strange ruins. But I found that as long as the check-in posture is showy enough, the survival style will completely deviate. The rich second generation sneered: "Just a clownish clown." I turned on the ultimate technology and built a city of choice that would never work overtime for all the partners who recognized me on the ruins of civilization.
If you guess the ending, I lose! ! !
