I Make a Living Collecting Bodies in the Wasteland Arena

[Wasteland + infinite-flow + arena + System + no romance + ensemble cast + natural disasters] Includes rule-based instances, natural disasters, and battle royale scenarios. An Hu opened her eyes to a world five hundred years in the future. Only five percent of humanity remained, barely surviving in the last utopia. The moment she arrived, someone nearly stabbed her through with a knife. To make matters worse, she was dragged into an arena where only the top ten could make it out alive. Rules-based horrors and disasters were everywhere, and she didn't even know which way the door to this world opened. With the blade just three inches from her throat, a cold mechanical voice rang out in her mind: [Funeral Home System bound. Would you like to collect a body?] An Hu: ...? Collect a body? Whose body? The next second, she looked at the corpses strewn everywhere and slowly blinked. While everyone else fought desperately in the arena, driving themselves to the brink in a mad race for survival, she leisurely dragged bodies around the ruins. What? This corpse has an ability? Extract it, it's hers now. What? This corpse has attribute points? Take them, and add every last one to herself. While others fought tooth and nail for a sliver of hope, she climbed to first place by giving people a proper burial. The deadliest thing about the arena wasn't the monsters or the disasters. It was that no one knew anything about the world from five hundred years ago. Only An Hu, who had transmigrated from the old world, recognized the familiar rules filling the screen and smiled. Until one day, she noticed a string of people quietly trailing behind her. A group of top players who had fought their way through the chaos stared at her eagerly, their eyes saying four words: “Take me with you.” An Hu: ...