Wasteland Survival: My Luck Stat Is EX

While out scavenging for supplies, Xia Xinglang found a brain-computer. It invited him to join a game called Wasteland Survival.

The game provided not only a shelter, but also clean food and water. All he had to do was gather materials and supplies to upgrade his shelter, then work hard to survive.

Xia Xinglang: ?

Isn't this what he's been doing all along? Now he has to play a game to experience it? What a load of nonsense.

It's already the 24th century, and there are still scammers running phone cons in the wasteland.

Xia Xinglang put the brain-computer out of his mind, never expecting that the next second, he would be forcibly bound to it.

Staring at the System interface that had suddenly appeared before him and the all-server chat group, Xia Xinglang's hair stood on end.

“Qi Zhanye, there's a ghost!!!”

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Qi Zhanye was dying. In the wasteland, people dying was nothing unusual. The only thing he worried about was how the child he'd worked so hard to raise would manage alone afterward.

So he did everything he could to teach the child wilderness survival skills, how to gather supplies, and how to use firearms.

But Xia Xinglang had probably been spoiled too much. He could go out to look for supplies, scrape his hand, and come crying back to him.

Until one day, Xia Xinglang came running back, brimming with excitement. “Qi Zhanye! You don't have to die anymore!”

Qi Zhanye: ? The silly kid's saying silly things again.

Then Xia Xinglang dug a treasure chest out of nowhere and found a healing potion inside.

Qi Zhanye suddenly perked up.

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After trying out Wasteland Survival, Xia Xinglang thought the game was so easy!

All-server chat group: Where can I find weapons? How do you fight zombies? Why do I have to find bullets separately after finally getting a pistol blueprint?

Xia Xinglang blinked as he looked at the five stacks of incendiary grenades he'd just found in a treasure chest.

All-server chat group: Food! I need food! I'm starving, and I can't beat the zombies outside.

Xia Xinglang sat obediently and waited for Qi Zhanye to bake him a fragrant little cake.

All-server chat group: A zombie horde is coming. Everyone, take care.

After hearing the news, Xia Xinglang found a blueprint for a large shelter and weathered the zombie horde without a scratch.

Qi Zhanye: ...

Was the kid he'd raised really this lucky? How did he always get whatever he wanted?

As expected, silly kids had silly luck.

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Reader's Guide:

1. A local resident gets a survival game and works hard to make life better.

2. No backstabbing or scheming. Everyone just wants to live well.

3. Tough, older, nurturing top x silly young master with EX-level luck as the bottom, 28 x 18, with a ten-year age gap.

Theme: Building a better home is everyone's responsibility