Disaster Survival: A Miner by Trade

[Rough Blurb] [Updated Irregularly]

The real game has arrived, and the apocalypse has begun worldwide.

Random attacks by strange monsters bring death and the threat of infection, while sudden natural disasters batter homes and shatter the world's order. Amid the endless chaos, everyone transforms from a "natural person" into a "player," gaining their own identity and abilities.

Mages, death disciples, warriors, healers, mutants, multiple races... The world has become fantastical and bizarre.

And Yan Shisha is a "miner."

A hoe, a pickaxe, a chainsaw, a sledgehammer, a mountain-busting cannon... As she gains experience and levels up, her skills and strength as a miner steadily expand.

Her game assistant, Little Miner, says:

[Players can mine strange monsters to refine energy that advances their supernatural abilities;]

[Players can mine resources to unlock spaces that can be upgraded and transformed;]

[Players can mine natural disasters to manifest corresponding tools and abilities;]

[Players can mine other players to pick up their dropped equipment...]

Yan Shisha: 6.

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The apocalyptic survival game is underway. Players discover that one particular kind of being is an absolute treasure: follow them, and you'll find endless equipment and energy. So they form capture guilds and bounty-hunting groups, determined to claim these beings for themselves.

But... some time later, a terrifying "urban legend" begins to spread:

[If you see an unidentified being claiming to be a "miner," get away immediately. They'll make you lose all your wealth, reset your level to zero, and even strip you of your player status, or take your life.]

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Yan Shisha: This has nothing to do with me. Don't @ me.

Right now, she's driving a tractor to stock up on goods for her family. Her mother, Ruan Rongwei, has the role of convenience store owner in the apocalypse, while her father, Yan Yazhi, is the chef at a wasteland restaurant.

Dad Yan: Strange monsters and all sorts of races? If it's edible, throw it in the pot.

Mom Yan: If it can't be eaten but can be used, just work your hands and turn it all into convenience store merchandise.

Yan Shisha: This kind of apocalypse life... I guess it's not so bad?

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The disasters include blizzards, endless oceans, extreme heat and drought, rampaging mutant plants, frenzied mutant beasts, violent thunderstorms, upheavals of the earth, radiation under endless daylight, and unending nights... (They may alternate. More to be added.)

[This story is entirely fictional, based solely on the author's imagination. Please don't apply it to real life.]

[The early story focuses on neighbors banding together. Individual scenarios gradually increase after the beginner period. The author has let loose and is writing for love, so updates will come slowly. I check the comments now and then. If an update is late, it's because real-life matters are keeping me busy. I always want to write a huge chapter, but I only manage five hundred words an hour and have no stockpile.]

[This is a writing exercise. I'll do my best to finish it!]

[Hope you all enjoy reading! If you're not enjoying it, cut your losses in time. It's only a few cents or a couple of bucks, so feel free to stop reading!]

Theme: Face desperate circumstances with courage and resilience. Unity is strength.