When he woke up, he only had a soaked blue shirt and a wound that was still bleeding. There is no sun above our heads, and the water reflects the non-existent starry sky. Half a line of broken words floated in front of his eyes - [Survival Mode Enabled] - and then the broken panel could no longer utter a complete sentence. There is no newbie gift pack. There is no crafting bar. There is no map. Two years of military service taught him only to be calm and not to eat poisonous mushrooms. In this vast and unfamiliar land, he can only rely on his hands to survive step by step, starting from finding water, making fire, and turning over rocks to catch crabs. Just stay alive.
