I'm Swinging in the Golden Shovel

Once traveling through time, Li Mingxu woke up and found that the world had changed. There is no system, no guidance, only a dilapidated thatched hut base and a cold mechanical voice in the ears: [Welcome to the Golden Shovel Fortune Survival Game, survive, or become food for monsters. In this world, the golden shovel's chessboard has become a cruel survival battlefield. Everyone is desperately hunting wild monsters for a piece of bread and a piece of low-level equipment. While others were licking blood at the edge of a knife, Li Mingxu found that he had awakened a unique talent: [open swing]. Others are struggling to save money to increase their population, while Li Mingxu is lying in a thatched hut, and the gold coins automatically arrive in his account; Others rummaged through the corpses of wild monsters in order to gain a bond, but Li Mingxu's chess pieces automatically rose to stars and equipment fell from the sky. While others were still trembling in fear of the first wave of beasts, Li Mingxu was already eating hot pot and watching his three-star five-fee card mowing the grass outside the door. Until one day, someone in the chat channel exclaimed: "Damn it, the 'king of bad' at the top of the rankings, how come his base is fully equipped with the 95 lineup?!" Li Mingxu looked at the newly displayed Prismatic Hex [Bright Sacred Artifact] in his system, and silently closed the chat box. Being invincible is such a loneliness. He just wants to know, can this survival game... Be won until the end?