The day the hail smashed the roof, Lin Xi remembered who she was.
Twelve years after being transported into another world, once the memory was unlocked, what followed was a doomsday scene of thousands of miles of red land and starvation everywhere. As the eldest grandson of an Orion hunter, he watched his grandfather sharpen his knife, his three uncles checked the string of his bow, and a family of twenty-one people silently packed up the last belongings.
On the eve of the escape, a cold mechanical voice sounded in the depths of my mind: [The survival sign-in system is activated. Did you sign in today?
On the first day, a hunting knife, a bow, three pots of arrows, and a bag of salt. The next day, three kilograms of white flour, ten kilograms of sweet potatoes, five kilograms of dried meat, and a can of water. On the third day, a dilapidated tent, warm clothes, and insect repellent powder. On the fourth day, survival points are opened and can be exchanged for skills: [Trap Making], [Poisonous Weed Identification], [Wound Treatment]...
While the selfish villagers were still arguing over who would explore the road first, the Lin family had already packed dry food and headed into the wilderness at night. The road ahead is unknown and dangerous, and behind him is the gradual collapse of humanity and order.
But Lin Xi looked at the increasingly abundant supplies in the system space and the renewed fire in the eyes of his family members, and tightened his grip on the knife in his hand. This time, he was going to take his whole family and forcibly find a way to survive on this cannibalistic escape route.
——The blood and unity of the House of Orion, the strategy and systematic blessing of the modern soul, in a desperate situation, earn a life-or-death tomorrow.
