Everyone's Surviving the Apocalypse, So How Did You Start Creating Things?

Lin Xuan wakes up to find that he has transmigrated to an apocalyptic world called "Rakshasa."

Disasters strike constantly by day, while all manner of strange horrors swarm out of the [Abyssal Depths] at night.

Thirty years ago, the world's [spiritual atmosphere] changed from [Blazing Sun] to [Falling Rain].

Ever since, acid rain has fallen without end.

Here, the first thing you must do is escape the acid rain's corrosive touch. Then you must deal with the monsters lurking after dark:

Zombies that feel no pain, climbing spider wraiths, Endermen that teleport behind you the moment you meet their gaze...

[You have activated the "Apocalypse Sandbox" panel.]

While everyone else is struggling to build shelters, Lin Xuan stares silently at a tree trunk floating in midair even after its roots have been chopped through...

What do you mean I can punch wood with my bare hands? Stone too? What do you mean I can build a bed and respawn forever? What do you mean a single block of wood can make the [Creation Altar], a structure only a master architect could build? Are you sure this thing isn't called a [Crafting Table]?

The former is just a shoddy imitation of the latter? Mine is the real deal?!

Before long, a magnificent city rises from the monster-infested rainforest, splitting the world of [Rakshasa] into two utterly different realms.

The other one is known as Xuanwu.

Lin Xuan, lumberjack, master of the underground mines, ruler of the Abyssal Depths, and humanity's only saint, stands atop the city gate and looks down upon all living things.

"This is Xuanwu, my world!"

Also known as: "Apocalypse: I Mass-Produce Crafting Tables," "My Apocalyptic World," and "My Sandbox Apocalypse"