On the night when the Age of Survival began, all mankind changed the world with the same sentence.
Fog Town, novice area, danger level one.
Others' talents are one line of words: Hercules, increased strength.
Chen Mo's panel said: Meat pigeon. Every growth you gain in survival will be accumulated into card points. Choose one of the three cards. Duplicate talents can be upgraded.
Stay alive, save points, draw cards, and form groups.
Match was afraid of the wind, and his tough skin couldn't withstand the second blow. The cat's eyes allowed him to survive the first night.
The radio said: Don't look out the window after ten o'clock tonight.
Later, he learned that every rule in this world has its own maker; every evacuation order is driving humans into a net.
Someone guides the monster and gives him a way to survive.
Someone blocked the knife with a steel body and put the metal plate engraved with "fire" into his hand: "You are the late-stage type. The late-stage human beings rely on you."
To die is to die. No restarting, no loading.
All Chen Mo could do was to extract the second half of the human game from random cards one after another.
