[National Road Survival] [Item-Description Makeovers] [Vehicle Modification] [Adorable Beast Companions] [Comedy and Antics] [Strong Female Lead, No Romance] [Stockpiling Food for Survival] [Rule-Based Horror Dungeons] [Lone-Wolf Female Lead] [A Refreshingly Unconventional Power Fantasy]
In a nationwide road-survival game, a blood-red fog pursues everyone, swallowing anyone who stops. While everyone else starts with an off-roader or a van, Qi Yu starts from the very beginning in a coffin: F-rank, made of pine, with paint that hasn't even dried.
Her talent, All-Knowing Rewriter, lets her directly edit the attributes of anything. Coffin + levitation = it floats along; coffin + spatial folding = a coffin on the outside, with everything you need and a constant 25 degrees inside; outer shell + counterattack armor = whoever fires a cannon gets blasted into the air themselves.
While others scavenge from trash cans and gnaw on dry rations, she sets up a stove in her coffin and eats hot, filling meals every day.
The only ones by her side are a bunch of fluffy critters whose attributes she personally rewrote: Country Dog + Evil-Subduing = Thunder Lord, automatically unleashing a lightning field whenever evil things come within three feet, zapping them into fireworks; orange cat + social-death aura = a bandit chief comes to rob her, then suddenly starts singing into the gun barrel; crow + Great Sun Golden Flame = a three-legged Golden Crow, whose wingbeat carves a lava trench; hamster + Heavenly Heart's Keen Scent + space = treasure-finding rat, the first to know where the good stuff is; fox + Heart of Qingqiu = nine-tailed celestial fox, each tail unlocking a different ability; panda + Taiji Grandmaster = frontline Taiji shield, denting armored vehicles with a single palm strike and deflecting force to both attack and defend.
When an evil god invades with tentacles filling the sky, she pulls out a copy of Five Years of College Entrance Exams, Three Years of Mock Tests and gives the evil god a new attribute: You can't leave until you finish it. Three days later, she goes to check, and it's still chewing on its pen, with only
