[Doomsday] [Game Invasion] [Global Survival] [Base-Building Maniac] [Cute Pets] [Hoarding Supplies] [No CP]
The Doomsday game arrives, and the city's wealthy sell everything they own to stockpile supplies, all just to live one more day.
Jianan spends all her savings to snap up five crates of water and five crates of biscuits, only to have the System strip her bare the moment she enters the game.
Her supplies are wiped out. All she has left is a rusty iron axe and a set of coarse clothes. She must survive for fifty days to leave.
She's completely crushed.
Then she discovers a red button hidden in the corner of her backpack: [Copy].
One can of beef becomes two, two become four, doubling without end. While everyone else risks their lives chopping trees, mining, and searching for food, she drinks mineral water and eats canned beef in the desert, relaxing as if on vacation.
With bullets to spare and iron ingots covering the ground, she becomes the most absurd existence in the Doomsday world.
Then the System announcement blows up.
"Player 'Paopao's wealth has been exposed. The server-wide kill order is now in effect: whoever kills Paopao inherits all her assets."
The chat channel erupts. The starving, the survivors on the verge of being torn apart by zombies, and the desperate fugitives clutching axes all change course at once. Hundreds of thousands charge toward the same coordinates.
Someone sneers, "What trouble can one woman possibly cause?"
Jianan glances at the supplies copied until her backpack is overflowing, then silently opens the [Camp Upgrade] page and builds dozens of defense towers.
When the masses reach her camp, they are all stunned.
Gun barrels line up in grim formation, their muzzle flashes lighting her cool face.
"Didn't you come to kill me?" She tilts her head. "Come on, then."
That day, a legend was born in the Wasteland: Don't mess with the woman called Paopao. Her backpack holds an entire arsenal.
