In a nutshell: An apocalypse survival-game player transmigrates to a primitive continent, where she tames pets, farms, and builds a civilization.
Luo Pengyu, head of infrastructure for one of the apocalypse's three major bases and an S-rank dual water-and-wood superpower user, spent her life force protecting the last line of defense during a beast tide.
When she opened her eyes again, rain leaked through a hide tent, the meat on a stone slab had turned green, her arms were as thin as bamboo, and her powers were down to one-tenth of their former strength.
A System chimed and bound itself to her: earn points by building a tribe, unlock weapons by leveling up, and let your debt go unpaid for five minutes and it doubles.
In the corner crouched a wolf beastman, thin as a skeleton. He couldn't speak and only went "Awooo." The wound on his leg was deep enough to show bone, and he watched her like she was prey.
Luo Pengyu looked at the leaking tent, then at her empty points balance.
Fine. First, survive.
Plant sweet potatoes first, extract salt first, and put a poultice of hemostatic herbs on his wound. She got the chives after a fall, traded for the clay pot, and won over the little wolf by feeding him.
From sweet potato vines to rammed-earth walls, from stone chips to bows and crossbows.
While other tribes were going hungry in the rainy season, Luo Pengyu's tribe was already eating grilled fish with wild chives.
While the priests were still putting on a show with their supposed magic, Luo Pengyu had already built the first waterwheel.
The wolf beastman who once only knew how to go "Awooo" now stood at her side, amber eyes sweeping over everyone who tried to approach. In a low voice, he said:
"...Mine."
