When the national destiny game comes, more than 200 countries around the world are dragged into the arena of life and death. If a player dies, the country will sink and natural disasters will come. Everyone thought that this would be a brutal plunder of resources and force.
Until Daxia fell into despair.
Through the live broadcast, one billion people watched their representative, the taciturn young man, calmly pick up a broken piece of pottery in the bloody rainstorm in the SSS-level restricted area.
"This place once belonged to Daxia."
He raised his head and looked somewhere in the void, as if he was looking into the eyes of some ancient being.
"This National Games game is leftover from my ancestors' playing."
From the ancient ruins in the bloody wasteland to the mechanical core of the lost civilization; from the cursed city of the deep sea monster to the whispering lair of the evil god outside the territory. While players from other countries were still fighting for an A-level item, Chen Zhou had already led his legion of heroes who had been sleeping for five thousand years to carve two words in the deepest part of the national destiny battlefield:
Daxia.
He is not a survivalist.
He is the owner of this land.
