When Calamity Strikes: How Did the Fluffballs Become Gods?

Transmigrating is fine. Transmigrating into a survival game is fine. Even transmigrating into a survival game to defend a home base is fine. But turning into a dog and transmigrating into a survival game to defend a home base? Isn’t that a bit much? Yu Zhao looked at her furry paws, then at the basin-sized beetle beyond the wire fence. She felt as if it was all over. Plagues, eerie fog, mutations, obsessions, attachments, alienation, struggles for resources... Even humans with status panels, talents, and skills couldn’t guarantee their survival. How was a dog like her supposed to fare any better? Just as she was preparing to wait for death, she suddenly discovered that although she was a dog, her five senses were extraordinarily sharp, and she could digest anything! She could see through everything, and was even less likely to starve to death! She watched the players die one by one with her own eyes. She didn’t want to get caught up in anyone’s karma. All she wanted was to stay alive. But why were more and more humans gathering behind her? Nobody knew who started it, but soon the calls of “Boss” rang out all around her. “Seriously? You’re all following a dog like me?” She sighed. Fine. [Congratulations, Survivor No. 666. Adaptation rate: 100%. A divine spark has coalesced.] Yu Zhao: “...” How did a fluffy little thing become a god? (No romance + apocalypse + survival + fluff + infinite worlds + mutated monsters + lordly settlement-building)